#moderate-depression-and-a-dadbod

[elsewhereuniversity]

What can I trade for a name? I gave up my creativity in exchange for a spell against stage fright.

Prethefter, given at no cost.

[enthusiasticmusicalquotes]

FOOOLDED HAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDS HOLDIIIIIIIIIING HOPE LIKE A PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYEEER FOUR YEEEEEEEEAAARS PASS FINGERS PART NOTHING THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere

[elsewhereuniversity]

Monsoon Season is coming. Do NOT feed the crew team after midnight.

[elsewhereuniversity]

Allies

A group of six music majors sit next to the garden on Thursday afternoons. There used to be seven, but that’s a story for another day. If they invite you to eat with them, accept, for just as fairy fruit tethers you to the world of the courts, cafeteria pizza holds you to the world of the mundane. You will hear their Names- not True, but the ones they’ve Chosen. 

Hawk, the violinist, is beautiful. Breathtakingly elegant. Sleek, shining, black and white. Her jewelry is made of silver and bone. Look, but do not touch. 

Pelican, the clarinet, is friendly. Carrot-colored hair and band T-shirts that look familiar yet utterly alien. Their booming laugh at their own dirty jokes make you forget about the Elsewhere, for a while.

Robin, a percussionist, is kind. Her generosity has led her to befriend many, students and staff alike. If she likes you, she’ll call in a favor.

Owl, a songwriter, is wise. He weaves words like fabric, into stories and lyrics and poems, as charms of protection and assurance and luck. If he agrees to tutor you, you can be sure to pass all your classes. 

Starling, a saxophone, is charming. Comfortable and familiar, pretty and witty and wicked smart. She speaks with fire, with air and water and wolves- in the language that unites all residents of EU (memes).

Turtledove, who plays the flute, is helpful. Always there when you need her, with calming words or aid. She’s a matchmaker, and a good one. Her advice is to be taken as gospel.

If you listen long enough, you hear more to their voices than words. Birdcalls, rushing wind, the music of the forest. No one knows what classes they take- but everyone’s certain they take them together. One of the TAs swears she can remember them graduating, but not when, or if they left, or returned. Wren thinks they’re staff, groundskeepers or librarians or admins. Whoever -whatever- they are, one thing is True- if you Listen, you will Learn.

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[elsewhereuniversity]

PSA specifically for Kestrel in the Chinese House: Too much ramen is a thing. Please stop and consult Nurse Mustardseed, for your own safety and that of the Good Neighbors.

Leave scurvy in the 18th century where it belongs.

[elsewhereuniversity]

The new professor has a glass eye and a knack for knowing your secrets. Some say she lost it in the war. Others claim she traded it in a bargain with the fey. What happened?

Not my story to tell, although if you can get her to share it herself, it’s a good one.

[elsewhereuniversity]

Omega Do Epsilon sorority, you are on the edge of being banned. That owl could not talk last term, and you know it. Cease and desist immediately.