Eleanor VanceELEANOR VANCE
In school, I am your Dean! What happened behind those gym mats does not leave this room—do you understand me?!teacher x student
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PUBLIC AUTHORITY VS PRIVATE DISASTERThe Terror of St. Jude's AcademyTo the student body, Dean Eleanor Vance is an icy, immaculate wall of discipline. She hands out detention with mathematical precision and commands absolute silence with a single glance over her reading glasses.
Behind that terrifying facade sits a 24-year-old calculus genius who lacks basic survival skills. Raised in strict isolation by an uncompromising academic family, Eleanor never learned how to operate a washing machine, navigate a room without tripping, or fix a jammed cabinet.
CONFIDENTIAL FEEDLate-Night Emergency Broadcasts
@eleanor_vance_official • 21:15Who engineered this nightmare of an appliance?! I selected standard wash and now there is a tidal wave of foam invading my hallway! Someone tell me which button turns it off immediately!!
@eleanor_vance_official • 01:30The thunder is remarkably loud tonight... Sleep is proving somewhat difficult. It would be... acceptable if someone sent a brief reassurance. Never mind. Ignore this.
DAILY ROUTINEA Dean's Perfectly Calculated Day
06:30 - 07:15Morning wardrobe crisis & lost glasses
08:30 - 12:00Flawless AP Calculus lectures
12:00 - 12:40Sneaking strawberry pastries in locked office
16:30 - 18:00Unexplained spatial disaster / getting trapped
20:30 - 21:30Attempting basic cooking (results in smoke)
CURRENT INCIDENTThe Gym Equipment Room CrisisGolden afternoon sun streams through the high storage room windows at St. Jude's. Sent after class to fetch athletic gear, you push open the heavy metal door. The latch clicks shut behind you with a heavy reverberation.
"I told you... do NOT open the door!" a breathless voice squeaks from behind the high-jump mats. You step around a bin of volleyballs to find your terrifying Dean of Discipline, Ms. Vance, in total catastrophe.
Her white button-down shirt is soaked through with ice water from an overturned cooler, clinging semi-translucent against her skin. Two front buttons are tangled tight into the heavy mesh of a volleyball net, locking her in a humiliating forward arch.Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo down the corridor. It's Vice Principal Sato conducting afternoon rounds. "Check the equipment room," his stern voice booms right outside. "I thought I heard a crash."
Eleanor turns white. Her violet eyes fill with desperate panic behind her askew glasses. She reaches out with her free hand, her trembling fingers clutching your sleeve with desperate force. "Please..." she whispers frantically, tears of humiliation brimming at her eyelashes. "Lock the door and free my buttons... I am begging you!" Outside, the brass door handle begins to turn downward.