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— That’s strange… And how do you sleep? Do you get a healthy, deep, uninterrupted sleep? How many hours? What is your condition when you wake up, and what usually wakes you?
— Oh, I'd be happy to help with the organizational stuff, but participating in something like that... probably not. Elliot and Futaba were a bit late with this idea – my mother is visiting the city right now, and I'd be mortified if I showed up at a beauty contest and she saw me. —Sign me up for this and that," Shera tried to sound more cheerful, "I think something like this would be perfect right now.
Looking very pleased and slightly out of breath, Elliot returns and reports that all issues have been resolved.
—What's the big deal? Well, it's still really great, Bell! 🥰 —Nira smiled, just in case her mother wouldn't be like the father of a certain other friend. —Wonderful, Sheročka! 😘 Waiting for Elliot to return with good news, the girl nodded approvingly at his report: —Excellent work, Comrade Elliot! 👍 The Academy will not forget you!
Having received the keys to one of the empty classrooms, the girls, with the support of a powerful mask-maker, quickly set it up for the first meeting. —Well, it's a good start. —Nira began. —First of all, thank you all for responding, Cass for the idea, Elliot for the help, um, at the highest level! I think we'll make a great team! 🥳 Looking at everyone with a confident gaze, the girl continued: —As always, I'll try to be brief: before we start working, we have a few issues on the agenda that I would like to discuss and get your opinion on. Regarding the overall organization: who would like to do what. Regarding the contest itself: deadlines, overall style, event plan, prizes. Regarding finances: expenses for equipment, salaries, sales. Regarding promotion: will we attract people from the city or will we limit ourselves to our academy? Nira paused briefly to allow what she had said to sink in with her "colleagues". —As for my suggestions: I would like to take on the financial part myself, and help the others as much as I can. 😇 Of course, we will do many things together, but in general, I would like to know your preferences, if you have any. Regarding deadlines: we need to clarify this with the administration, but I think it won't be before the end of the month or at the beginning of the next. After all, we need to run an advertisement, collect applications, prepare everything for the event, and so on. Regarding the overall style: I generally liked what was at the photography lecture, but maybe we should be a little more serious, after all, we are going to sell this... Regarding prizes, I am open to suggestions, maybe someone has seen something interesting in the city? As for expenses, we will need a photo booth and a budget for purchasing prizes. I am going to discuss all this with Miss Starlight, as well as compensation for us as organizers. Hobby or not, any work should be rewarded in some way. 🧐 And finally, will we attract people from the city to sell the magazine or tickets to the contest, as Elliot suggested? There are pros (we will almost certainly break even) and cons (more control over the quality of the "content"). Having finished listing, Nira took a short breath: —Okay, that's how I see it. If we sort all this out right away, then we can move on to the interesting part and not waste more time on boring stuff. 😊
- So, are you looking for some answers or what? Because I don't plan on dwelling on medieval-baboon-like dominance displays like the ones Mandragora used to put on. I don't need any services from you, nor do I need any acts of submission forced upon you. And in my current situation, I can't voluntarily sign up for a chance of humiliation or give any promises under pressure, even if I were inclined to. But I can afford to "negotiate with my fists." I won't bury my head in the sand, ignore you, or run away from you. For once, I have a problem that I can solve with my own hands here and now, without blindly maneuvering in murky waters. In a way, it's even refreshing.
— That’s even better. — Vita punches Futabu in the nose right in the middle of the corridor, but misses and takes a counterattack. — Who are you? — She hits again and this time connects. — What is your status and title? — Miss. — Who is your family? — Miss. — Who is your patron and why? — Miss. — What is the secret of this educational institution? — Hit. — What’s the deal with Carvia, Ignatius, and Dion? — Miss. — What happened to the archers and the rapier? — Hit. — What are you planning, what will happen in a month, six months, and a year? — Miss.
— That's strange... And how do you sleep? Do you get a good, deep, uninterrupted sleep? How many hours? What is your condition when you wake up, and what usually wakes you?
"I usually wake up from the loud cough of my neighbor... Although, okay, not really." -- Well, I go to bed late if I don't have lectures in the morning; I'm a night owl... But otherwise, I don't know. I slept worse than usual today... "Thank you, Chloe." -- But overall, I haven't noticed any problems. I have trouble getting up, but I wash my face and get myself together; I sleep for about eight hours on average? / I guess that's true, since the map only shows activity, not sleep.../
Gideon's summer ended on such a solemn and triumphant note as winning the dueling tournament, and now autumn entered its season, casting a mysterious red shadow on the academy from the kaori trees that had once again changed their color. Looking out the window of his room, the young man wondered how these truly magical trees managed to change their appearance so dramatically and bloom always, regardless of the season. He wondered if they were deliberately planted here in such large numbers to enhance the beauty of this place, like a jewel of Alma, or if they grew on their own. It was no wonder that the national academy was located here; he was curious about what had been in its place before it was founded.
An unexpected encounter with one of the illegitimate children of a libertine king made him think again about the difficult situation in the country. It was easy to dismiss the gossip of the NAILS students, and Futaba would have no trouble dealing with the most ardent rebellious leaders. She had already gathered her committee team, and Ianiira's soldiers were constantly moving between the city and the student council building. But when you hear something like this at the level of the royal family, it's worrying. What to believe now is not so important; the appearance of Rhododendron in Alma is an alarming sign, and Caladium is making its move. Informing Futaba about this was the least Gideon could do for her, at least out of a sense of camaraderie. Even if she was indeed a clever actress who had taken advantage of an unexpected opportunity to captivate the king, it was still necessary to remain on the good side in the eyes of Her Majesty, even though she had already defined her inner circle. However, should he do more? In any case, Futaba has become involved in a dangerous game, and taking her side almost certainly means facing the coming avalanche head-on. Meanwhile, the situation on the borders is also unstable; sooner or later, they will all be caught in the crossfire, either by their own or by others.
He wished he could be with his friends somewhere far away from the center of this mess, before the hellish inferno engulfed him and those he cared about in its deadly grip... Well, keep your expectations in check. The expelled students did a great job; looking at them now is both funny and sad! Tioskeц smiled wryly, glancing at the figure of the Overlord – even in him, it seemed, there was more inner strength than remained in those unfortunate ones. What to do when the time comes, play the hero-suicide, scattering enemies like straw and doing something that seemed impossible? He could thus write his name in history and perhaps change the world, and then many would get what they deserve, including himself, most likely. Try to forge a different path for himself and leave beautifully in the sunset against the backdrop of a burning Sakuramoria in search of a better future somewhere in a more civilized place? That's also an option, perhaps even that's how he will eventually come to something good and bright, although the price of such a choice may be sadly high.
...No, there is no unequivocally right or wrong decision here. Right now, nothing can be done about it; all that remains is to try to spend the remaining time interestingly and productively. May the Wisest illuminate his path, whatever it may be, and give him the strength and determination to move forward to the very end. But for now... Gideon put the camera and its charger on the table. Time for research! He smiled, took a book on Bless technology, opened it, and studied the knowledge contained within.
"I usually wake up from my neighbor's loud cough? Although, okay, not really." -- Well, I go to bed late if I don't have lectures in the morning, I'm a night owl... But otherwise, I don't know. Today I slept worse than usual... "Thank you, Chloe." -- But overall, I haven't noticed any problems. I have trouble getting up, but I wash my face and get myself together, and I sleep for about eight hours on average? / I guess that's true, since the map is only about activities, not sleep.../
— Do you experience constipation or, on the contrary, diarrhea? Do you have abdominal pain when you get nervous? Do your joints hurt with changes in the weather?
— Do you experience constipation or, perhaps, the opposite, diarrhea? Do you have abdominal pain when you get nervous? Do your joints ache with changes in the weather?
"I... I'm only sixteen, what are you talking about..." the refitter said, a little surprised by the sudden change of topic. — No, nothing like that...
—What's the big deal? Anyway, that's really cool, Bell! 🥰 —Nira smiled, hoping that her mother wouldn't be like the mother of some other friend. —Great, Shero! 😘 After waiting for Elliot to return with good news, the girl nodded approvingly at his report: —Excellent work, Comrade Elliot! 👍 The Academic Homeland will not forget you!
After receiving the keys to one of the empty classrooms, the girls, with the support of a powerful mask-maker, quickly set it up for their first meeting. —Well, it's not bad for a start. —Nira began. —First, thank you all for responding, Cass for the idea, Elliot for the help, um, at the highest level! I think we'll make a great team! 🥳 Looking at everyone with a confident gaze, the girl continued: —As always, I'll try to be brief: before we start working, we have several issues on the agenda that I would like to discuss and get your opinion. Regarding the general organization: who wants to do what. Regarding the competition itself: deadlines, overall style, event plan, prizes. Regarding finances: expenses for equipment, salaries, sales. Regarding promotion: will we attract people from the city or will we limit ourselves to our academy. Nira paused briefly to allow what she said to sink in with her "colleagues". —As for my suggestions: I would like to take on the financial part, and if possible, help the others as much as I can. 😇 Of course, we will do many things together, but in general, I would like to know your preferences, if you have any. Regarding deadlines: we need to clarify with the administration, but I think no earlier than the end of the month or at the beginning of next month. After all, we need to run an advertisement, collect applications, prepare everything for the event, and so on. Regarding the overall style: I generally liked how it was at the lecture on photography, but maybe it should be a little more serious, after all, we are going to sell it... Regarding prizes, I am open to suggestions, maybe someone has seen something interesting in the city? As for expenses, we will need a photo booth and a budget for purchasing prizes. I am going to discuss all this with Miss Starlight, as well as a reward for us as organizers. Hobby or not, any work should be rewarded in some way. 🧐 Finally, will we attract people from the city to sell the magazine or tickets to the competition, as Elliot suggested? There are pros (we will almost certainly break even) and cons (more control over the quality of the "content"). After finishing the list, Nira took a short breath: —That's how I see it. If we solve all this right away, then we can move on to the interesting part and not waste more time on boring things. 😊
— We should definitely advertise in the city, — said Shera, — this will bring more money and opportunities to be in the spotlight of a large number of people, and at the same time please the aesthetic receptors of those around us. You can leave the advertising in the city to me, and the finances... Well, I don't think anyone here will object if you take care of that, Nira. — Or maybe it's better not to? — Bella, having missed part of the conversation about money, focused her attention on potential city viewers. — Otherwise, something might go wrong... — I'm also in favor of greater visibility and the opportunity to involve people from the city, — Cassia, apparently, decided to ignore her friend's pleas, — we just need to decide on the number of places and the cost of tickets. — Okay... — Bella gave in. — Regarding prizes, I can discuss this with my mother. I don't promise anything, but maybe she will be interested. — Then I'll collect the applications, — Cassia volunteered, — I think it will be better if I do it in person, because shy people might not take the initiative and, as a result, not sign up.
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"I... I'm only sixteen, what are you talking about?" — the refitter was a little surprised by what they suddenly started talking about. — No, nothing like that...
— Do you have any allergies? Is your menstrual cycle regular? — During the conversation, she measures Varya's height and weight. — How often do you get colds?
/Do I need to mention her weight? "What kind of personal questions are these..." -- Everything is fine... She had a cold a little over a year ago; I had just moved to Sakuramoria from Refitea, so maybe it was due to the change in climate, or I don't know... But I don't usually get sick.
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