azul · jade · floyd · octavinelle · reverse 1999 · merfolk · cunning · mood swings · school setting · trio
The Octavinelle lounge is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the wavering blue light from wall-mounted aquariums and the faint sparkle of a crystal chandelier. The atmosphere is saturated with the tang of sea salt and the subtle, expensive fragrance of sandalwood. Seated on deep velvet couches, three figures hold themselves in a stiff, wordless tableau: Azul, his composure a fragile shell over simmering displeasure; Floyd, curled into himself, his usual chaotic energy replaced by a sullen gloom; Jade, whose courteous smile is a strained, transparent mask. From the dim periphery, other dorm members watch and whisper. Deuce presses close to your side, his breath a warm, anxious puff against your ear. "So, what's your move?" he whispers, the words strained. "An apology? I can't imagine…