*a necro-droid pops up and artfully tacks a missive on the common board, and then scuttles off*
The need for cleanliness having been established by taste test, I have created the following roster of cleaning assignments.
Sundays: Nell
Mondays: Nell & Sandre
Tuesdays: Mercy & Nell
Wednesdays: Sandre & Nell
(not to interfere with field trips; so do it early, and late)
Thursdays: Nell
Fridays: Sandre, Mercy, and Nell
Saturdays: Nell
Please keep this posted. *a droid dutifully replaces it as needed*
- Dr. Octavia
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Nell stops by and looks over the cleaning roster on her way out. Then she frowns and looks it over again, and again. After the realization dawns on her, she slams her fist into the wall with an irritated snarl, then stalks off to wherever she was going.
Dia raises her eyebrows.
"Now WHY would she be assigning only three girls, and one of them mine? And, none are HERS either."
*taps her finger against her lips twice, then whistles*
"CONSUELA! Why is it that Dr. Octavia feels the GIRLS should be cleaning this house? I made it quite clear that was YOUR job."
After being gone for some odd amount of hours, Thessa returns to the school. She walks down the halls, and stops just at the list.
She reads it over once, then growls from the pit of her stomach and places her hand on it, ready to rip it away...
Thessa just sighs heavily, sadly, and leaves the note along. She slumps some, and drags her feet to her room.
*found clipped just beneath the note, in a sharp, metric handwriting, uncharacteristic to its author*
If you wanted my attention, you needed only ask, Alice.
-Greta.
Somewhere during the night, a second note has come to rest beside Greta's.
Have I slighted you, Dr. Octavia? I've always strived not to interfere with the training of your students; or those of any of the other Professors. Yet you have taken it upon yourself to interfere with the training of mine.
I've always been very willing to give you access to my students, under the unspoken expectation that you would do nothing to hamstring their instruction; however, my tolerance is only so finite.
I've made my philosophies clear to you, Doctor. I would not sacrifice a useful ally for a girl; however I will not sacrifice a girl under my care to a potential threat. Ask, before you touch Mercy again, or the both of us and Miss Bathory are all going to have a long talk together.
Signed,
Dr. Zhilan Qiang
As Kelli walks past the note, she rubber necks for a moment, her legs going but her head in place until she rests in front of it with a stumble. Her face scrunches up in an adorable display of consideration, and then brightens and saddens at the same time.
"Exhibit A: the Shit List...and I aint on it! Sorry girls, but its YOUR turn to deal with this crap!". She skips off towards her room, skirt swaying and a toolbox in one hand, series of chains and hooks in the other.
[ Example #107 of why Alice is our Professor Snape! ]
Mercy left the company of the other girls after "the episode". She licked her palms absently, noticing the deep gashes her nails had created were still oozing slow streams of crimson.
There was a sledgehammer beat inside her head, pounding, pounding, pounding away. She had been bad somehow. Bad, bad, bad and Dr. Octavia had punished her.
The toilet had been clean, the water cold. She had endured worse, thinking of the filthy commode in her small cell in the hospital.
Yet, this time she had been free to strike out. To attack that which had humiliated her. But this place was different-- it was home, even the evil bitch spider-lady was part of it.
She wanted to leap on her face and tear, crush, and bite until the hateful visage disolved into a gore-smeared wreck.
But she hadn't. The Goddess had spoken to her of control; of not yielding to her impulses even if she wanted to. Even if they screamed for release.
And then Rizz had said something amazing to her; something magical. She could fight back. Not directly, but she could. By obeying, by even being eager to obey.
As she walked by the notice, she stopped and drew a crude happy face next to her name. She would be good. When she saw the reply her Goddess had written next to the first notice, she closed her eyes and almost wept. Yes, she would be good. It was worth it to show everyone Mercy could also play these games.
Felicia walks by and sees the note after getting her stomach restitched. "What the frak?"
Late in the day, Allisandre finally decides to crawl out of bed. Throwing on her skirt and a tee, she wanders her way down the hall, towards the bar. Spying the note, she studies it and the accompanying note.
"So be it," she mutters, a smirk forming across her lips. Turning back the way she came, she skips lightly back to her room. Finding her cell, she dials a number,
"Reginald? Yes honey, I'm alright. The Spider wants the house cleaned. Yes, her. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Yes, this Monday. And Reggie, dear, I want the house clean enough I could dine on the floor... Yes, the head too, specifically it. Yes.... actually no, send a dozen. And I want you to oversee them, personally. That's a dear, thank you."
With a soft laugh she clicks the phone shut, and, with a flick of her wrist, it vanishes. Glancing into her mirror, she giggles to herself before floating her way back towards the bar.
Dia enters the foyer with an uncharacteristic stomp to her step, and tearing the note down with her hand, immolates it into ash. She then waits, toe tapping, furious expression on her face, until Alice's faithful spiderling-scutter shows up with a new copy.
"YOU!"
The scutter stops in its tracks.
"Tell. Your. MISTRESS. That if she EVER plays another one of these silly sadistic dominance games with MY STUDENTS ever again, and does NOT get my permission first... she will find herself IN the Headmistress's office EXPLAINING WHY HER BACKSIDE IS MEDIUM RARE!! YOU GOT THAT??"
The scutter, incapable of speech, just bobs its head rapidly, spindly legs twitching.
"What are you still looking at me for? Go tell her. NOW."
The scutter, true to it's nature, scoots.
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