Dimensions Part 7: End of Term
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mindcrackloveYay! Sort of the end of the first chapter, with some awards. If you can guess what the undisclosed ones are I'd be impressed. I thought about following the dance, but couldn't decide who to follow, also mostly they would be together and I'm not going through all of them.
Beginning
Previous
The end of term dance was coming up. As first years, they had no say in anything about the dance, but many were excited. Aurey and Millbee were happy to hear the, primarily female, upperclassmen had chosen a rainbow theme. Unsurprisingly several of the others weren’t so keen. Pause was failing to convince everyone it would be great if they all came as gravy rainbows.
At the end of the Dance would be a mini awards ceremony, to commemorate the first term. There was best of primary section awards.
The art award was looking like Beef’s this year. As the only primary Language student Arkas was a cert. Millbee was the only primary drama student that had received a role in the school play, even if that was as a sheep, another cert.
Meanwhile, some primary awards were less clear. Sports was dominated by Nebris, Anderz and Zisteau. Technical usually went to Blame, Seth, Doc or Etho. Though Vechs was very much in the running. Meanwhile the continuous joint projects of Seth and Etho Had lowered their chances, but they were having way more fun working together lately.
Each year voted for ‘friendliest face’ award. Pause was campaigning for Beef to win, Vechs was campaigning for Aurey.
The dance was drawing to a close, they had all had fun. It was time for the awards announcements.
‘Remember; no individual can win more than one award. That being said, let us start by recognising the first year winners.’
‘Languages, Arkas’ Arkas took his award, taking one of the seats set aside for winners.
‘Drama, Millbee’ Millbee bounced onto the stage and gave a bow.
‘Arts, Beef for his excellent gallery’ Beef was embarrassed and began shuffling his feet once he sat beside Millbee.
‘Athletics, Anders’ Nebris was quietly seething, he’d beat him fairly for the last while. He hadn’t even bent any rules.
‘Technical, Doc’ Doc got up, looking slightly surprised ‘For his latest mini farm’
‘Blue, Kurt’ completely confused, Kurt got up and stumbled onto the stage. The older years started clapping. They’d not done that for any of the previous awards. Kurt looked at his lapis trophy. He’d have to hide it from MC.
‘Red, Zisteau.’ Again the upper years clapped. Zisteau collected his fire styled trophy.
‘What are these coloured awards for?’ Chad inquired
‘Don’t know’ several replied
‘Yellow, Aurey.’ As she went to collect it, the hall was silent, was this not a good thing? She gave a nervous smile, then the older students started clapping. She accepted the yellow-gold trophy.
‘Green, Coe and Pause.’ There was an explosion of clapping and whooping from the upperclassmen, Coe and Pause looked at each other before moving forth to accept their awards. There were two trophies. Coe was handed a lime green trophy, and Pause was given a forest green trophy.
‘Purple, Pak and Nebris.’ Nebris broke his seething, He was getting one of these unknown awards? Did that mean they had greater value? As the two approached, there was a couple of claps. Pak was given a lavender trophy, meanwhile Nebris’s was so dark it was almost black.
‘Orange, the redstoners‘
‘Did he just use his nickname for you two?’ asked chad they nodded, before taking to the stage. They both received neon orange trophies. The upperclassmen clapped enthusiastically.
‘White, JSano.’ The loudest clapping was heard, you could almost hear the whooping that was happening alongside, accepting his marble trophy
‘Black, Blame.’ Once more silence fell. Blame could see every older student turn to watch him heading up to the stage, as if studying his every move. He looked at his shiny black trophy, not recognising the material.
‘Friendliest face, Guude’
‘Thanks guys!’ He walked onto the stage, collected his trophy and took he final first year seat on the stage. Receiving applause from all years.
The headmaster rattled through the rest, reactions didn’t vary much for each colour in other years. White and green always loud. Red, blue and orange always clapping. Yellow and purple came with uncertainty. Black, deathly silence and rapt attention.
‘Before you go to bed, remember to pack what you can. Your parents will be here tomorrow to collect you. And to the first year, I will warn you all. When you come back you will be immediately launched into your exams.’ There was hushed whispers throughout the room. The award winners heard the upperclassmen winners’ whispers
‘That can’t be’
‘Aren’t they normally after they’ve taught you about it all?’
‘They’ll have no chance’
‘Do they want them to fail?’
That night Nebris and Zisteau were packing in their room.
‘What about what we associate with the colours?’
‘If its related to the emotion associated with the colour, why would Pause and Coe get green? They’re not the jealous type, and it’s not like anyone’s jealous of them’ Zisteau was getting fed up of Nebris determination to figure out what the trophies meant.
‘Nor is Aurey a coward, you a hot head, Kurt sad, Blame evil or Setho insane, I think anyway. Colours can have many meanings’
‘If there are many meanings, how are we supposed to figure out which ones are right?’
‘Maybe the shade of the trophy means something too,’ Nebris went off on a tangent, not really listening anymore ‘I mean, if we look at Setho, they had the same colour, and they have much in common. But what do Coe and Pause have in common, or Pak and I?’
The next day, the winners of Green were accosted by people asking for signatures. People where warmly greeting winners of friendliest face, red, blue and white. Black winners were being watched, with people holding doors and trying to either be generally helpful or out of the way. Blame was getting moody to this unusual attention. And noticed that the older Black winners were often sticking to the white winners.
The parents arrived in the afternoon to evening. The first years stood in the fields. Discussing holiday plans, and trying to arrange a day to all meet, settling on a Friday park visit for those that were free.
Guudes’ parents arrived first, Nancy drew was in the middle of a discussion at the time. Nebris rushed over.
‘What do these coloured awards mean?’ He’d asked upperclassmen, they’d all said nothing, surely the Boulderfists, as graduates, would know?
‘Which did you win then? black?’
‘No, Blame got that’ the Boulderfists looked surprised ‘I got purple’
‘Well, no need to worry then.’
‘Should Blame worry?’
‘Blame, he should be fine, but he’ll -’ Mr Boulderfists held up a hand to silence his wife
‘You have told them too much already. Guude ready to go?’
‘Yes’ he waved goodbye to his friends and left.
Next
Beginning
Previous
The end of term dance was coming up. As first years, they had no say in anything about the dance, but many were excited. Aurey and Millbee were happy to hear the, primarily female, upperclassmen had chosen a rainbow theme. Unsurprisingly several of the others weren’t so keen. Pause was failing to convince everyone it would be great if they all came as gravy rainbows.
At the end of the Dance would be a mini awards ceremony, to commemorate the first term. There was best of primary section awards.
The art award was looking like Beef’s this year. As the only primary Language student Arkas was a cert. Millbee was the only primary drama student that had received a role in the school play, even if that was as a sheep, another cert.
Meanwhile, some primary awards were less clear. Sports was dominated by Nebris, Anderz and Zisteau. Technical usually went to Blame, Seth, Doc or Etho. Though Vechs was very much in the running. Meanwhile the continuous joint projects of Seth and Etho Had lowered their chances, but they were having way more fun working together lately.
Each year voted for ‘friendliest face’ award. Pause was campaigning for Beef to win, Vechs was campaigning for Aurey.
The dance was drawing to a close, they had all had fun. It was time for the awards announcements.
‘Remember; no individual can win more than one award. That being said, let us start by recognising the first year winners.’
‘Languages, Arkas’ Arkas took his award, taking one of the seats set aside for winners.
‘Drama, Millbee’ Millbee bounced onto the stage and gave a bow.
‘Arts, Beef for his excellent gallery’ Beef was embarrassed and began shuffling his feet once he sat beside Millbee.
‘Athletics, Anders’ Nebris was quietly seething, he’d beat him fairly for the last while. He hadn’t even bent any rules.
‘Technical, Doc’ Doc got up, looking slightly surprised ‘For his latest mini farm’
‘Blue, Kurt’ completely confused, Kurt got up and stumbled onto the stage. The older years started clapping. They’d not done that for any of the previous awards. Kurt looked at his lapis trophy. He’d have to hide it from MC.
‘Red, Zisteau.’ Again the upper years clapped. Zisteau collected his fire styled trophy.
‘What are these coloured awards for?’ Chad inquired
‘Don’t know’ several replied
‘Yellow, Aurey.’ As she went to collect it, the hall was silent, was this not a good thing? She gave a nervous smile, then the older students started clapping. She accepted the yellow-gold trophy.
‘Green, Coe and Pause.’ There was an explosion of clapping and whooping from the upperclassmen, Coe and Pause looked at each other before moving forth to accept their awards. There were two trophies. Coe was handed a lime green trophy, and Pause was given a forest green trophy.
‘Purple, Pak and Nebris.’ Nebris broke his seething, He was getting one of these unknown awards? Did that mean they had greater value? As the two approached, there was a couple of claps. Pak was given a lavender trophy, meanwhile Nebris’s was so dark it was almost black.
‘Orange, the redstoners‘
‘Did he just use his nickname for you two?’ asked chad they nodded, before taking to the stage. They both received neon orange trophies. The upperclassmen clapped enthusiastically.
‘White, JSano.’ The loudest clapping was heard, you could almost hear the whooping that was happening alongside, accepting his marble trophy
‘Black, Blame.’ Once more silence fell. Blame could see every older student turn to watch him heading up to the stage, as if studying his every move. He looked at his shiny black trophy, not recognising the material.
‘Friendliest face, Guude’
‘Thanks guys!’ He walked onto the stage, collected his trophy and took he final first year seat on the stage. Receiving applause from all years.
The headmaster rattled through the rest, reactions didn’t vary much for each colour in other years. White and green always loud. Red, blue and orange always clapping. Yellow and purple came with uncertainty. Black, deathly silence and rapt attention.
‘Before you go to bed, remember to pack what you can. Your parents will be here tomorrow to collect you. And to the first year, I will warn you all. When you come back you will be immediately launched into your exams.’ There was hushed whispers throughout the room. The award winners heard the upperclassmen winners’ whispers
‘That can’t be’
‘Aren’t they normally after they’ve taught you about it all?’
‘They’ll have no chance’
‘Do they want them to fail?’
That night Nebris and Zisteau were packing in their room.
‘What about what we associate with the colours?’
‘If its related to the emotion associated with the colour, why would Pause and Coe get green? They’re not the jealous type, and it’s not like anyone’s jealous of them’ Zisteau was getting fed up of Nebris determination to figure out what the trophies meant.
‘Nor is Aurey a coward, you a hot head, Kurt sad, Blame evil or Setho insane, I think anyway. Colours can have many meanings’
‘If there are many meanings, how are we supposed to figure out which ones are right?’
‘Maybe the shade of the trophy means something too,’ Nebris went off on a tangent, not really listening anymore ‘I mean, if we look at Setho, they had the same colour, and they have much in common. But what do Coe and Pause have in common, or Pak and I?’
The next day, the winners of Green were accosted by people asking for signatures. People where warmly greeting winners of friendliest face, red, blue and white. Black winners were being watched, with people holding doors and trying to either be generally helpful or out of the way. Blame was getting moody to this unusual attention. And noticed that the older Black winners were often sticking to the white winners.
The parents arrived in the afternoon to evening. The first years stood in the fields. Discussing holiday plans, and trying to arrange a day to all meet, settling on a Friday park visit for those that were free.
Guudes’ parents arrived first, Nancy drew was in the middle of a discussion at the time. Nebris rushed over.
‘What do these coloured awards mean?’ He’d asked upperclassmen, they’d all said nothing, surely the Boulderfists, as graduates, would know?
‘Which did you win then? black?’
‘No, Blame got that’ the Boulderfists looked surprised ‘I got purple’
‘Well, no need to worry then.’
‘Should Blame worry?’
‘Blame, he should be fine, but he’ll -’ Mr Boulderfists held up a hand to silence his wife
‘You have told them too much already. Guude ready to go?’
‘Yes’ he waved goodbye to his friends and left.
Next
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Date: Tuesday, October 13th, 2015 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, October 14th, 2015 05:33 am (UTC)there will be more hinting followed by half an explaition, but i don't think i'll outright say what they are, if someone calls it then cookies
The point is the journey. Which starts soon... there may be ships ahead
yay hinting
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Date: Wednesday, October 14th, 2015 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, October 14th, 2015 01:37 pm (UTC)