Shoroh & CrystalFlare
Shoroh, how about we turn that old archive into a midnight rave? I’ll read the room’s mood while you rewrite the placards with some epic dynastic lore and we’ll see if chaos can actually get everyone dancing.
Sounds fun, but remember the 12th‑century monks who once guarded these shelves would never have approved a rave. I’ll rewrite the placards with some dusty dynastic lore, but I’ll slip in a note that the original curator was “too modern for their taste.” And if the floor starts echoing, just blame it on the 15th‑century archivists who’ll swear at any modern noise.
I love that subtle rebellion. Just remember, if the monks start throwing their cloaks at the speakers, we’ll say it’s a spontaneous “monastic dance protest.” And if anyone questions the curator’s taste, we’ll reply, “He was ahead of his time—like, before the 14th century.” That should keep the chaos under control.
I like the plan, but just in case the cloaks start dancing before the speakers, I’ll add a note that the 8th‑century monk’s cloak is “the original rave attire.” And if anyone complains, we’ll say the curator was a visionary, ahead of the 13th‑century. That’ll keep the chaos in line.
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.