NOVEMBER

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WEATHER

November proves to be unusually cold this year, with a heavy frost setting in around the second day of the month and lingering throughout. Temperatures during the day are brisk, leading toward positively cold nights, and some begin to wonder whether the school will see an early snowfall this year. Flurries will begin to set in around the 28th of the month.

ONGOING THROUGH NOVEMBER

GIVE THANKS! November ushers in the last of the harvest festivals, and with them, people are encouraged to come together and give thanks for the bountiful harvest for the year. What does this entail? Festivals around the area, usually with livestock and produce, and, of course, parties with lots and lots of food!
EXAMS! The dreaded mid-terms. You knew this time was coming. Did you study for your tests? Do your tests even matter to you? Teachers, are you a sadist? Or will you show your poor students a bit of mercy (the answer is no, you should never show them mercy)? Heaven or Hell, let's rock these tests!
WATCH OUT! The campus has become a dangerous place lately, and we don't just mean the monster attacks! With temperatures dipping below freezing, frost and ice will begin to spread at a surprising rate. It seems a bit suspicious, actually...
OPEN HOUSE! This time of year is notorious for family members to stop by and visit, and, as such, Valoran Institute will be hosting an open house during the early part of the month. Catch up with your dear aunts and uncles, pester your kid siblings, or maybe just try to avoid getting embarrassed by your parents. Good luck, it never works.
WILD CARD! Come up with your own prompt!

MONSTERS OF THE MONTH!
Things seem to be relatively quiet around the campus, surprisingly enough. It seems that those valorous vigilantes have been gaining a bit of notoriety, judging by how the student body has begun talking about them. But don't get too complacent. Rumor has it that strange robed figures have been spotted around the campus, late at night.

MINI EVENT!

MID-TERM STRETCH! With mid-terms over around the 13th, the faculty have gotten together to play a game. In line with their tradition of nurturing young, strong and tactical minds, they have concocted what they call the Mid-Term Stretch! Students will be pitted against each other in a competition. The sport? To be determined. Although rumor has it that it may have something to do with paint...
(This log will be posted on July 15th)

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[mightydemacian]

Eh, it's not like I need my nipples. [ He shrugs nonchalantly. He most definitely had no intention of ever starting breastfeeding, at least. ]

Besides, just because it's what would happen to you doesn't mean it'd do the same to me. I could do this forever, really!

[ In which Garen tries really hard not to think about her nipples and anything bad happening to them. ]

[mid]

You only say that because you've never needed them before. [ She offers this scintillating morning conversation with a shrug. ]

Talking about a woman's nipples is just uncouth. I'd have thought you were brought up better than that, Crownguard. [ She scoffs. Her nipples, much like her blades, were forged in the fires of hell, as far as she's concerned. ]

Someone ought to wash that filthy mind of yours. Right now. With a bucket of ice water. [ She may or may not be searching for said bucket as they speak. ]

[mightydemacian]

You were the one who brought up nipples. I can't help but feel like there's a terrible double standard at play here. [ He's not protesting too much, her nipples were clearly much more valuable than his. Although he might change his mind if he finds out they're actually made of steel (in Katarina's mind.) ]

But if you insist on getting that bucket, I suggest you move quickly. Water freezes quickly if you leave it lying around in this weather.

[ He'll take it! He'll take it all! If nothing else, getting a bucket of ice water on his head would definitely help prove those Freljordians wrong. ]

[mid]

"Double standard?" I don't know what you're talking about. [ A scoff. ] I could very well strip naked and stand out here with you in a show of solidarity, but I'm afraid I'm a little too smart for that.

[ After a moment's pause, she shakes her head. ] You're not worth the trouble. [ Sighing, her expression turns mildly concerned. ] Just how long are you planning on staying out here just to prove a stupid point?

[ Not that she's worried about her rival up and dying or anything. ]

[mightydemacian]

[ Garen coughed awkwardly. Katarina stripping down while he was still right here in his shorts? He had no idea what to do with that image in his head. ]

It's probably for the best, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. [ Except snark at her of course, because that's what he always fell back to. ] Although honestly, it's not like your exercise gear would do much good against the cold.

[ His expression softens just a fraction. There's no point trying to hold a poker face when it was just the two of them. ]

I'm just about done. I was also thinking of spending the rest of the day shirtless, but either way the sun is coming up and it's only going to get warmer from here so I think I've more than proven my point. Let's get inside.

[mid]

Concerned for my well-being now, too? Just how long have you been out here? [ Another scoff, though she shivered in spite of herself. She'd been too busy ribbing Garen to see just how damn cold it was today. How the hell wasn't he even showing outward signs of shivering? ]

... I'm sure some people wouldn't mind if you spent the rest of the day shirtless. [ Not her, though. Definitely not her. ] But spare me. You can't take your mid-terms if you're dead.

[ At what he says next, she shakes her head, unzipping the jacket she's wearing, shrugging it off and leaving her in a tanktop and sweatpants. She strides over and attempts to drape it around his shoulders for all the good it will do her, shivering. ] Hurry up, then. I'm not going to freeze to death just because of your stupid bet.

[mightydemacian]

Would you believe me if I told you I spent half the night on the bench over there? We may have been slightly inebriated. [ Garen had been tipsy, the others had been piss drunk. But well, considering how long the party had lasted, it was still only about three or four hours.

As for how he still seems totally fine, it's because his heart burns hot with JUSTICE. ]

I can't have either of us dying over something like that, can we? [ The jacket was several sizes too small, but he took it gratefully regardless. Even if he couldn't wear it properly, it was still warm, and no matter how much of a strong front he put on... He definitely preferred warmth to cold. ]

I still have to kick your ass these mid-terms. [ Even if the strict ranking system was gone now that they had graduated from high school.

He's heading back inside now, refusing to look Katarina in the eye, because she wasn't allowed to see him smiling. ]

[mid]

[ She gives him a deadpan stare. ] That explains a lot. More than I care to know.

[ A snort. ] I'd bring us both back to kill you again if that happened. [ She struggles to keep her teeth from chattering, to no avail. Still. Her pride dictates that she won't sidle closer to him, no matter how warm he may be. ]

Please. The only ass getting handed back to its owner will be yours. On a silver platter and with a condolence letter, no less. [ It's good that Garen isn't making eye contact, because her face is heating up at the sight of him with that ridiculous jacket draped over his shoulders. Hugging herself, she kicks at some snow on the ground as they trudge back to shelter. ] I'll have Cass do a flower arrangement for its funeral to top it off.

[mightydemacian]

Nobody is dying today, and when I do I'd rather rest in peace and not have to deal with being a zombie-Garen. [ In fact, he prefers not to deal with any undead at all. They were distressingly resistant to death by sword. ]

That sounds awfully gory. I'd much prefer all asses involved to stay attached to their owners. They're much better right there where they belong. [ And now he's trying not to think of Katarina's ass. Good job, Garen. Although it was definitely nicer on her than it would be served up on a plate. ] Besides, you'll need your ass for when I sit you down and school you.

[mid]

Zombie Garen might be more personable. He'd be a better conversationalist, in any case.

[ She rolls her eyes at what he says next. ] I'd like to see you try and get me to do anything, Crownguard, much less sit down. [ She shoves against him roughly, hating how warm his skin feels against hers. ] I'm not interested in any sort of education that you can provide.

[mightydemacian]

I could drool and starting trying to bite you, if that's what you'd prefer. [ He resists the urge to stick his arms out and start groaning about brains, but egg him on and he'll do it. He would totally take a bite out of Katarina. ]

Oof. [ He stumbles half a step, not expecting a surprise attack, but doesn't seem too offended. ] We'll just have to wait and see. If only I could teach your hands to be less cold.

after 1234583405 years, I'M SORRY

[mid]

You say that like you aren't drooling ninety percent of the time anyway. [ And she'd take more than just a few bites of Garen, but that was really neither here nor there. ]

Awww, I'm sorry. I'll be sure to bring heating pads for the next time I lay my hands on your delicate skin. [ That earns him another shove. She hopes he doesn't see the smile that's splitting her features at present. ] When did you become such a slack-jawed daffodil, Crownguard?

YOU SHOULD BE ;_; (but srsly it's fine)

[mightydemacian]

I didn't know you paid such attention to my salivation, Katarina. [ He only drooled ninety percent of the time around her.He was definitely not a drooler, let's make this clear. ] Should I be flattered?

Seriously though, your hands are freezing. Look. [ He grabs her hand, and the difference is obvious. Garen is almost unfairly warm, in spite of the cold weather. ] You don't need to be a delicate flower to feel it.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU WAIT, DARLIN

[mid]

It's hard not to notice with the way it dribbles down your chin. [ She says this like she hadn't made sure to get an eyeful of him back there in the field. ] What is that, some sort of Demacian intimidation tactic? I'm quaking in my boots.

[ When he grabs her hand, the blush that rushes across her face is as instantaneous as it is intense. Still, she makes no effort to pull away from him, instead slowing to a stop. Yes. His hands are impossibly warm. ] If... [ Her throat is dry. Give her a second. ] If some moron hadn't been standing out in a field in his god damn underwear I wouldn't have needed to take off my jacket. [ She's looking away, now, obviously flustered. ]

shh everything is alright now

[mightydemacian]

No, I think you're just shivering because it's too cold. It might also explain why you're seeing things. [ You can also tell Garen's not drooling because he doesn't have a line of ice growing down from his mouth. It's very cold. ]

I'm not giving your jacket back yet, if that's what you're asking. [ It's keeping him far warmer than any amount of clothing should. ] Let's just get back inside as quickly as possible. [ He's still holding her hand, not commenting on it, just... more than happy to "forget" to let go. ]

[mid]

The only thing I'm seeing is a big, hulking moron who's too hot for his own good. [ She regrets it the instant she says it. Warm. She meant warm.

Still... her hand in his gives her pause. She, too, is perfectly fine pretending that she doesn't need to pull away, and she may or may not be threading her fingers through his. Because they're warm, obviously. ]

... Yeah. Let's do that.