thirty-nine detention slips

[delincuente]

[A sleepy, slightly blanket-muffled voice comes through the journal late on Monday night - one that hasn't been heard for quite a few weeks.]

Whatever makes the castle decide to put people to sleep like this, someone needs to figure out how to do it. Like, I would totally pay money to just to be out cold till it makes up its mind to drop me back in New York.

[Alex yawns loudly, and there are some rustles as she rolls over towards the journal - followed by a small groan once she realizes how uncomfortable she is in this clothing. Stupid no-pajamas loss.]

Gotta say, though, doesn't feel as comfy in skinny jeans.

[Once she closes the journal and gets up and about, she'll be heading up to the roof with a wished-up pizza. Anyone more inclined to face-to-face social harassment can come bother her there.]

Comments

[peacockherald]

Well, anyone can write or play music. But Bards do it differently. Ah, let me see... A normal musician can entertain a crowd. But a Bard can use just their voice to calm a crowd that's become a mob. They make people feel in a way normal minstrels just can't.

Does that make sense?

[delincuente]

[She makes an "ahhhh" noise of understanding.]

Okay, yeah, that makes sense. So it's like the difference between just singing a song, and singing a song that's charmed to do something.

[peacockherald]

Yes, something like that. It's why Bards have to go through very strict ethical training as well as any Heralds with MindSpeech gifts.