I would love to hear what everyone else’s dorm room looks like- after I’ve had a few days to settle in I’m happy to give everyone a tour… gotta give me some time to sort out my books and hang my string lights!
What do everyone’s rooms look like? 
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I may have mentioned this before, but I’ve eschewed the dorm rooms for a nook under the stairs leading from the main library towards the top of the lighthouse. While it was rather minimal at first, I’ve since made the space a comfortable place to nap/study/hide from responsibility.
One of the first things I did was hang up a curtain. Initially it was just an old blanket stapled to the underside of the stairs, but I’ve since gotten some proper curtains. I actually got 2 sets that I can pull across separately. The first layer is a thin lace, to let light in from the rest of the library, and to give me the feeling of being in my own space, even while I can see out into the rest of the guild house. The second layer is a heavy velvet to block out light when I want sleep or privacy. I’m including a few pictures in this post, but they are of similar items in the mundane, because I can’t get my camera to work in the Guildhouse.
On the floor is a twin mattress, covered in assorted pillows and blankets. I got most of them from second hand shops, but I may have… “borrowed” a few from the room below the Mindflame.
Tucked beneath the first step, where it’s too small to use for much else, is a small trunk containing extra clothes, favourite pens, and a copious amount of snacks. I don’t keep it locked, instead trusting that my guildmates will respect my things.
I have a small Mindflame lantern on a hook on the wall, but I couldn’t resist adding string lights. I have 2 or 3 strings in warm white now, and I’m always tempted to add more.
So that’s my space. Feel free to use it if you need a short nap, but leave my snacks alone.
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I actually live in one of the study/reading area’s in the library. I’ve moved one of the comfy chairs over into a section of book cases that is particularity narrow, and have set up a hammock for sleeping. I have a vintage looking suitcase on the ground that has my clothes and whatever else I may need as I have used magic to make it into a small pocket dimension for storage of things. It also works really well as a footrest while reading and has a small succulent plant on it. The pot that the plant as in has a name tag on it “Henry”.
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Hardly anyone stays in the dorm room itself. There are a lot of empty bed frames with stolen mattresses. I leaned them against the walls framing the window nearest my bed and remade into bookshelves. I didn’t even have to go to the library for most of them. I found them in corners of rooms, on tables and chairs in the common room, traded like cards over meals. I use the extra linens as curtains and have an affinity for candles. When I am not reading by their light I am using them to contemplate The Mindflame. When the light is too bright I pull down the curtains and look out onto water.
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Oh watch out I might need to “borrow” one of your candles! I forgot to pack any as I packed in such a hurry! Do we get any mail here?
I’ve been to see the mindflame a few times now- do you have any suggestions for how best to consider it?
Personally, I’m really happy with my dorm room. I noticed the number of nooks and crannies others had inhabited throughout the library, but there is always the almost silent but very present whisper of people tome kindling and discussing perceptions. And I need strict silence for studying.
So, on my bed I’ve laid my grandmother quilt, which she always swore was imbibed with protection magiq, (even though she was mundane) and a bunch of throw pillows in jewel tones like sapphire and ruby. My desk looking out over the road into the lighthouse and the forest beyond is already littered with books and papers as I’ve tried to make sense of things so far, piecing together things I’ve seen in the mindflame or thought I remembered on the train here… although this has proved tricky.
I’ve hung string lights in abundance and have a ton of pastries which someone kindly offered to charm with a “never ending air” enchantment which she supposed might keep them fresh! But not to worry… I am two doors down from the kitchen!
I’ve only brought basic garments with me- woolens and black jeans, and found my thornmouth robe hanging ready in my closet when I arrived. I’m sure it hummed the first time I put it on… but I was cold and a little delirious after the latter portion of my journey here on the boat so who knows!
As for now, it’s late. I’ve turned my lantern low and plan to catch up on some more of the monarch papers. I hope this can help me make sense of why I’m here and what my part in this puzzle may be.
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I want to go to The Mindflame, but there are a lot of stairs. I will trade you a candle for the image of the Mindflame or perhaps I will give you a second candle to be lit from the Mindflame if that is even possible. I have also written down a few questions I would like to ask that could be given as an offering. I feel like questions are more useful than answers, and I have more of those at the moment.
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Im a poly, so while i dont tend to sleep outside the castle of vines, i do tend to spend long nights in the rafters of the library. If you look REALLY close, perhaps you might spot a little platform and some blankets, up there.
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When you walk through the doorway of my dorm you will immediately notice the smell of my favorite rose incense wafting through the air. My bookshelves along the walls are filled with my favorite moonology, herbology and astrology books along with my atlas with the pages marked at the places that I want to visit one day. On the shelves around and under my windows you’ll find my ivy and flowers that I have collected from my adventures growing in their own terra-cotta pots. On my nightstand near my bed, you’ll see my crystal ball that I found in a small shop in St. Augustine, Florida. Its one of my favorite possessions. Next to my crystal ball you’ll see my tarot deck that I use each morning to draw a card and meditate. I have the softest sapphire blue crushed velvet comforter and pillows made of the coolest silk. Perfect for a good nights sleep. On the wall above my bed is my favorite blue crescent moon tapestry. In my closet you’ll find my favorite white or black collared shirts along with my college hoodie (I love sleeping in it) and my favorite pair of black skinny jeans. Last but not least, I have my little mini fridge that I keep full of oranges and lemon water. My favorite!
Thank you for coming and taking a tour of mine and my pup Granger’s dorm room! Feel free to come by anytime for some gossip or scary stories!
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In the deepest darkest corners of the the lighthouse there is a forgotten dorm room, or perhaps a room that has been fashioned into one. The air is cool and comfortably humid, lit with the blue and green bio-illuminecent hue of an amalgam of strange eldritch-like plants (Aloe Vera, Feverfew, & Milkweed). Most of which surrounding a twin-sized bed in the corner of the room perched next to a small decrepit book shelf filled with all manner of text.
At the foot of the bed is a desk with alchemical devices and all sorts of delicate glassware, used for extraction… and sometimes brewing coffee. Underneath the desk is a simple chest for storing these “potions” to which all are welcome.
Lastly, there leaning against the opposite wall is a 12-stringed guitar, and a desk near the door with a small silver bell and a sign reading “Beware the Milkweed” and “Ring bell to wake”
Thank you for taking a tour of where I sleep… for most of my time 
feel free to make use of anything in the chest below my desk, and stop by anytime, esspecially if you need help with sleeping or trouble with nightmares~♧
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I know it’s been a while since this has been posted in, but I couldn’t help but consider what my room would look like once we have access to Neithernor again.
I’m thinking something underground, looking almost carved out of the natural rock. The floor has been shaped to at least look like it was made of sandstone, if I’m unable to transmute it/have someone help me with that. Likely has a warmed sand bed on one side, sort of as a meditation area/zen sand garden. The room is warmed what my preferred temperature of around 75-85 degrees, give or take some. There is a workbench that will soon be covered in devices and any magical crystals or the like that I am able to find that do anything.
One wall will have a doorway that leads into a fairly cooler room that holds some basic brewing equipment, mostly for mead, partly for doing the thrilling work of finding out if anything from Neithernor can be made into any form of safe alcohol. One wall will be a bed, with a window just high enough to poke out and bring natural light into the room, though I am considering a skylight. The last wall will be absolutely covered in books, mostly on natural ways to generate electricity.
I feel like I had some other ideas on what was in here, but I’d have to come back to it.
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[One of the first things I do in order to settle into a narrative I’m new to is to set up a personal space, so I’m glad to see this thread.]
Were that many windows visible from the outside of the Lighthouse?
Probably not, but no matter: the unbroken band of windows set in the sandstone walls span from southwest to southeast, allowing one to track the sun’s full path across the sky. The walls are pale beige stone, and the floor is the same stone inset with mosaic tile, marking out a fanciful zodiac. Although not large, the room has a feeling of openness and light, bordering on the modern and austere. A bed (wide, always made, thick snowy comforter with a wildly colored knit afghan—the chief color in the room), a desk (the main place for piles of texts and references), bookshelves, and a corner with Arts & Crafts style furniture, where one can sit and talk. The room smells of cool cedar, damp stone, and vetiver, and sometimes of rosemary or leather. On some nights, jasmine touches the air. But always, always old books and ink.
But a room so empty can hide a lot. On the windowsill sits a small model lighthouse, wrought in metal and colored glass. Opposite, across the top of one wall and onto the ceiling, is a droopy sideways number 8 painted in a narrow band of gold leaf–the traced path of the sun registered by a small mirror and lenses within the lighthouse. The light begins shining white, then becomes yellow, then orange and pink near the end of the day. Only at the moment of sunset does it flash emerald.
And after one enters and turns around—and only then—can one see what has become of the wall surrounding the entry. No bookshelves stand against it, nor any paintings, for it is covered with names, written by the same hand with a wide pen. It is not full yet, gratefully, but in some places the names are more densely packed, names within names. The names of the fallen, the remembered, the passed, the beloved, the lost, the pathbreakers, the ancestors of blood, bone, stone, and ink who have made the man who lives here what he is. The names are lit by the fading pink-gold rays of the setting sun, then by the silver of the full moon rising soon after.
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In a back hidaway of the Library, one can find a small shelf that opens into a hidden walkway. At the end of the walkway is a small room, with several bookshelves with various subjects upon them. A small bed sits along the wall and a nightstand beside it holds a stack of books. Along the other wall is a rich wooden desk, appearing to have grown there, wish yet more books piled upon it. Over the desk are pasted notes and attempts at drawings.A small window overlooks the sea. It is in this hidden hole that you will find me. reading, researching, and sleeping amid a variety of literature, sciences, and scribbles.
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It’s an oddity, you know, to find another hideaway in a lighthouse manor full of hideaways. Most find their way to the library, others a quiet forgotten place, and one even in the actual dorms. I suppose you could consider my place quiet and forgotten but also bustling and known, it seems to be a origin of sorts as I’ve found passsageways under tapestries to the library, kitchens, and lighthouse which makes sense as we’re all lighthouse keepers. I greet most as my door is open for visitors or when they walk to the kitchens, bookcases fill my walls and often times people can find something in my room that isn’t in the library which should be rare but lost things do need a place to go. My bed is set in a loft as I like to sleep off the ground and big enough to have sleepover guests whether they’re furry friends or friends that need a safe place to be. Oddities shower shelves and wall space, whatever has caught my interest and I’ve collected, some have describe me as a curious raccoon, although there’s another reason for that too, as it isnt unusual to find me making food in the middle of the night, don’t be afraid to join me, I often make too much for myself. Considering how cookies seem to just appear in my room, more often then not my room smells like fresh-baked cookies and books, on chilly nights there’s a fire going and you can find a furry friend curled up in front of it who will gladly cuddle with you. Blankets seem to be everywhere, the fun ones that are tied on the edges, one on my giant chair, one on the giant bean bag and another on the ground just in case one ends up reading on the carpet, and three on the bed with a half a mountain of pillows and other various squishy soft items which disappear and reappear at random. As another sort of origin point, it isn’t unusual to hear footsteps that don’t belong to anyone walk down the hallway in the middle of the night, they tend to stop at my doorway before moving on, pretty sure they’re the ones that keep giving me cookies but I can’t be entirely sure of that as there are a few other footsteps that roam the halls at night. Normal nights find me studying, writing, or reading under a bright reading lamp, that I’ve been told is obnoxiously bright but at least i can see what I’m doing. On quiet nights, the mindflame lantern glows and the fairy lights flicker and cast shadows against the walls, I watch captivated as they tell me stories.
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I don’t have a room at the moment but a nice place where I can relax, read some books have a few plants would be nice. Oh a look at the sunset once in a while.
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It seems that some how my personal library has blended with a particular reading nook in the grand library. There is a large table here, surrounded by comfy chairs. The fit is a bit snug, but there is room for visitors to sit comfortably.
There is a large bowl of dice on the table, well within reach of all the seats, and usually I can be found in the innermost seat surrounded by piles of books waiting to be re-shelved, several notebooks, and a dozen writing implements.
One of the sections of shelves swings away from the table to a small room where my bed and personal belongings can be found.
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It really sounds like we all just live in the library.
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