tonight there will be no quarrelin' / ev'rything is gonna be alright (WINTER BREAK)

[facultwist]

Rest now, Rosenblum Hall. Rest.

When you come to, and the truth is revealed, you are all in Rosenblum Hall as the ambulance arrives. Alive, and with the knowledge of what happened, but also the knowledge of the truth you replaced it with. By killing the mystery, you have saved your friends. And Olivia.

It's still chilly outside, but as you are brought out (while the gas leak is fixed and the food in the kitchen removed), the cold air makes it clear: you're free. This is your golden end.

The rest of your winter break is open to you now. The weather is clean and clear, Isabella will happily let you in anywhere on campus you want to go (and may even take you to town on a Wal-Mart run if you ask nicely once the roads are open), and the future?

The future is yours to shape. Make it a good one. Just remember:

Rosenblum Hall is here for you. Rosenblum Hall will always be here for you.

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[sweetsynergy]

GodDAMMIT knowing you're playing me should mean it doesn't work!

[Vanity raises her sword again, getting into a ready stance.]

Fine, if you win I'll make an appointment to talk about my fee-fees with Izzy. If I win your ringtone's changing to that stupid banana song for at least a week, one of us has to have fun with this.

[shellhawked]

[Hawke laughs loud enough for it to echo in the crisp January air and adjusts her footing to get into a ready stance, sword securely in her left hand.]

I- ["know you too well" but it doesn't feel right to say as casually as she used to. It makes her stomach hurt a little so that thought is getting shoved away.] -will make it three weeks if you hum a little bit of the stupid banana song for me~.

[sweetsynergy]

Hell, I'll sing a bar or two once I've kicked your smug ass.

[She shifts a little, testing the salted rooftop beneath them. Slipping into the familiar muscle memory, mentally running over her previous matches with Hawke, trying to anticipate anything unusual.]

[Not thinking about anything difficult for the next few minutes.]

En garde, hero of Kirkwall.

[shellhawked]

That's what I like to hear! [She grins wider, pushes back her bangs with her free hand, and winks. Her heels bounce and crunch on the salt, ready to move when the moment arises. This is how she should be: bright-eyed, confident, energized, and not thinking too hard.

This is good for them. They're going to have fun.]

En garde, nefarious CEO.

[Hawke moves first with two quick taps to each side of Vanity's saber before leaping back, a standard opening move for her. Any deviant plans aren't being wasted on opening moves.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity just grins fiercely, taking a quick step forward making a pair of quick, light strikes towards Hawke's chest, trying to press an attack. It's something that will be easy to parry, she's sure, but for now she's trying to establish a rhythm, begin building pressure to her advantage.]

[shellhawked]

[Parry she does, tilting her sword to block before nimbly bouncing back and taking a swing at Vanity's leg.

Speed, reach, and flexibility- all the little natural advantages Hawke has honed to make herself a fencing club dark horse. They're less helpful against an opponent who knows her tricks but she still has a rabbit or two under her hat.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity catches the swing, stepping into it and spinning their blades together and away before taking a slash at chest level.]