Test-Drive Meme - February

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With Winter Quarter in full swing, students can often be found dashing madly about the halls, with part-time jobs, classes, and other events and interests occupying much of their time.

Of course, that doesn't mean it's all work. Daybreak Academy tries to offer its students an abundance of leisure time to relax and unwind. With Valentine's Day fast approaching, romance is in the air as news of the Feast of St. Valentine and the Valentine's Ball begin to spread around campus. Already, talks of fashion and finding the right date are buzzing among the student body. With the winter months winding down, the oppressive chill of Winter is starting to loosen its grip, but there's still plenty of snow left for those who want to take one last run at Daybreak's slopes. As midterms approach, the school is as vibrant and busy as ever.

[All threads in this meme may be treated as canon should all involved characters are currently played or accepted into the game. You may use threads within the Test Drive Meme for Activity, even if the person you are threading with does not ultimately app. Current characters are welcome and encouraged to top-level on these prompts, as well as tag around normally.]


A. SECOND-HAND MARKET

Daybreak Academy has existed for several centuries. Throughout all that time, its ethos has been that of honing the abilities of deserving students, no matter what their birthright or social standing. Even still, the lavish galas befitting the riches of the school continued to have an impact, as poorer students unable to acquire proper attire were often locked out. To remedy this, Daybreak Academy began a tradition that it has upheld ever since - the Second-Hand Market. Hosted in an ever-expanding number of classrooms, the Second-Hand Market brings out all of the clothing, weapons, and other items that have been acquired, resold, or otherwise donated to the academy throughout its lifespan.

Here, any students and faculty can acquire any number of items, such as formal wear, weaponry, and other items for a fraction of the price. Most items are in decent condition, although there are some old items in disrepair that are even cheaper. They can come from just about anywhere in the world and just about any era, and you are able to exchange equivalent items, weapons and armor in both magical and mundane varieties, and formal clothing. Especially among richer students, the tradition is to donate any new clothing or items you commission for social events once the event is complete, to keep the stock current and available for the students who might need it.

With the upcoming ball, the Second-Hand Market is once again open for the first half of February. Staffed completely by students, it is frequently bustling with customers, many of whom not only buy outfits or weapons for the upcoming dance, but also spares they can use for their own projects.

B. LAST CHANCE ON THE SLOPES

With the Winter season winding down, the Arctic Slopes are entering their final months of operation for the season. For those hoping to get some skiing or snowboarding in, now will be the last chance for quite some time. As such, the lodge is full of students trying to take advantage of the last chance on the slopes. Winter has lingered this year, and the snow pack is still dense, making it perfect for one last hurrah. With the rush of students and faculty alike, the lodge is stocked with warm meals and hot chocolate to fill people's bellies after a long day on the slopes.

C. ALCHEMY MISHAP

Accidents happen, especially when you’re playing with the very essence of matter - and one just happened in the Alchemy student lab, causing a cloud of pale smoke to float all over campus. Thankfully it won’t turn anyone into a toad or kill someone.

But it does strange things to one’s vocal chords when inhaled, and unlike Helium it isn’t a one-trick pony, voices raise and lower in pitch, foreign accents, even completely different languages may start coming out of person’s mouth while they’re within in the cloud. Though that bit of an echo effect does sound pretty cool.

D. IRIS NETWORK


[Great Beast Voting]

Greetings, staff and students of Daybreak Academy!

Today, we are gathering data for a survey about the most popular great beasts. Please pick from the options below to help us gather results for our work.

What is your favourite Great Beast? Please pick from the list below.
1. Gryphon
2. Dragon
3. Chimera
4. Kirin
5. Barghest
6. Pegasus
7. Sphinx
8. Kraken


Thank you for your participation and assistance. We eagerly await your response!

[ Naturally, the results are public, with the aims of encouraging further discussion. ]

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Comments

[missleading]

I dunno
We can try!
(☌ᴗ☌)◞✧ 🍝

[youngjustice]

That's probably a bad idea!
I don't think anyone would ever eat a pasta cake with a good conscious.

[prisoneroffate]

"It was pretty flashy... and broke a lot of stuff."

Of course this school seems to bring a lot of that. Students and their powers can be destructive.

Oh god, I didn't notice that code fuck up

[freedom_to_choose]

[He gives it some thought.]

A bit, yes. I've never heard of a god ever descending to this existence before, so it's hard to think that you are one.

Re: Oh god, I didn't notice that code fuck up

[gooddoggoddog]

I know for a fact there's hundreds of stories of Zeus doing that exact thing. Though my reasons are nicer than his. I just take animal form for treats and backrubs.

A

[ofsado]

[Professor Futatsuiwa puffs thoughtfully on her pipe, taking a loser look.]

Well, it's cursed, so probably quite a bit with the right buyer.

A

[ofsado]

Wherever there's something someone doesn't want to be asked about, Mamizou is there to snoop. Very abruptly, from behind.

"So, what kind of hilarious backstory is there for how you came into this particular collection?"

[kingcommander]

"I suppose you could call it 'noblesse oblige'."

Roy's tone is light, if a bit forced.

[ofsado]

"Which way? Did fifty princesses all gift you their clothing, or are you actually the king of some obscure nation, redistributing the royal wardrobe to the masses?"

[kingcommander]

"Those are some rather fanciful conclusions, I must say."

[freedom_to_choose]

I was taught not to take those stories as fact. Beings suck as gods would disrupt the balance if things if they were real. Furthermore, what kind of god would turn themselves into an animal for backrubs and treats? It feels like a waste of power to me. Not to mention shallow.

[Ever the blunt one.]

[gooddoggoddog]

[As soon as Reira is distracted by something else, Ammy glares at the student selling the game systems. If he knows what's good for him that Gamepal will still be here when they come back for it. He doesn't want to see an upset child, because an upset child means an upset Amaterasu.

Satisfied he's gotten the hint, Ammy follows along beside Reira to wherever she decides to look next.]

[nonomiya]

[She reads the menu board, intent on picking something not too expensive and that will just tide her over. It's an odd thing to find in a chateau lodge in France, but with such a multicultural student base, a variety of choices are generally present.]

Nachoes? We can split them.

[nonomiya]

Oh, yes. I try to donate when possible.

[She is very petite and short, and a bit too eager to help that she hadn't taken Mina's body type into consideration.]

I hadn't thought about that either. I'm Chikage. Very pleased to meet you...

[She isn't too keen on flaunting her money around, but her family is very rich and liquid.]

Um... If you haven't gotten a dress for the ball yet, I'd be happy to loan you some money?

[It's a question, because she's not good at friendships and isn't sure if that offer will offend.]

Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater) | Boku no Hero Academia

[tamajiki]

- no au planning post yet -

a) Market

[Tamaki is loitering at the market, for lack of a better word. He's not suspiciously loitering, but he's not interacting with anyone and that's what puts him in the loitering category, he supposes. He has no intention of attending the ball, is in fact utterly terrified at the thought; not the daemon attack, though. That's his reason for being at the market. It's the dance part he has problems with. He plans to show up exactly one minute before the daemons are set to arrive; two minutes he's deemed too long- it might require a sentence or two of encouraging words or worse, quips, depending on which person he runs into.

In general, he doesn't make much use of weapons; it's hard to hold a sword or the like with tentacle fingers or clam-shell hands. However, he's determined a backup weapon may not be out of the question, specifically one that's not too heavy and can easily be stowed on his person without hindering movement. Thus, he's bypassed the racks of formal wear and is browsing a selection of daggers and short swords. He doesn't touch anything; he doesn't want to start a conversation with the person overseeing the table.]

c) Alchemy

[The smoke isn't especially concerning; it's not the first time an alchemy or science experiment has resulted in odd things happening in the vicinity. That's what Tamaki tries to tell himself. Whatever happens can be fixed. The smoke can't be avoided if he wants to get to his next class in time, which he most certainly does. Arriving late is unacceptable and everyone would be looking at him. An explanation may even be in order, depending on just how late- the thought of it is making him sweat. So he's striding through the smoke; he's taken to wearing his visor all the time and at least it won't get in his eyes. Visibility is low, and he's been watching his feet. He almost runs into someone, a near miss as he darts out of the way just in time. His attempt at an apology somehow becomes-]

Affedersiniz. Ben seni görmedim.

[Instead of his wavering and uncertain near monotone, his words come out sharp, loud, and echoey. He's also speaking something decidedly not a language he knows, when the intent had been French. At least the smoke effects aren't too horrible.]

d) Network

UN: TAKOYAKI
What is a Barghest? There should have been descriptions along with the selections.

A. Second-Hand Market Tour Guide

[tamajiki]

[Tamaki looks like he walked out a comic book as well; wearing a hooded cape and a tinted visor, with several leather pouches strapped to his waist. He may appear lost only because he's avoiding people and not being very stealthy about it. At the greeting, he steps back as if attacked by the suddenly boisterous exclamations and overly dramatic movements.]

Uhhh...

[He looks anywhere but at this guy. He can't think. No words are coming. He wants to run back to his room. But he's come out specifically to buy a weapon at the market. Tamaki abruptly turns so he's facing away from Sky High, to gather this thoughts without the pressure of attempting to make eye contact.]

Dagger. I wanted to buy a dagger.

[He sounds like he's going to cry, but he's not.]

-I do what I want to try and stop me-

[tamajiki]

[Tamaki didn't eat enough before this mission or bring sufficient back-up snacks. It was supposed to be simple and not take that long; rescue some princess, something about mushrooms, they'd done it before. The skeletons are a complication and his powers reach their time limit in the middle of fighting five of them at once. As the last shred of jerky digests, his bull horns retreat immediately before he tries to ram a skeleton with them. He only manages to headbutt the thing, hurting himself instead. He's going to be killed by skeletons on a relatively unimportant mission. Before he has to gather the courage to fight to the death, Mario shows up and jumps on one at the perfect angle and all five of them go flying into the corner in pieces. Tamaki watches the little man grind them to dust with a cartoonishly proportioned sledgehammer.]

Why... do you always... say that?

[Mario is so weird, and that's a telling statement coming from someone whose powers are derived from food.]

Market

[leekspins]

[There just so happens to be a girl hovering over the table as well, leaning over the knives and studying them with open curiosity. She has a bag of items loosely held in her left hand, which seems to include a crowbar.]

[Why.]

[When she notes Tamaki's presence, she smiles easily, and takes a step closer as she holds her bag casually behind her back.]

Do you know much about knives? Which one do you think is best suited for juggling and slicing freshly baked bread?

[She's kidding. Probably. Who even knows with her.]

[tamajiki]

[She's talking to him. Why is she talking to him? He's not in charge of this table. Go away.]

...No?

[He takes a step back from her and eyes the weapons on the table. He should have just grabbed one and gone back to his room. What did it matter which kind he had? He wouldn't use it much.]

Ask the...

[Whoever was at the table. Ask them. They'd know what kind of knife to use for juggling and slicing bread. What?]

I don't... know?

[missleading]

What if it looked like this?

[ Attached image ]

[soft_focus]

[Now, where DOES Reira go next...a lot of what's up for grabs is formal wear, and even weaponry. Neither of which (fortunately?) have her attention.

...

Except maybe...

It looks like a throw blanket? There's some odd runes along the edges- potentially from some other student trying to charm it for something.] Oh!

...It's soft...

[It also has runes on it child, who knows what those are meant to do.]

-C-

[tamajiki]

[The pig latin is at least understandable. Tamaki's unsure if blowing this cloud away with fans is a good idea, though. Dispersing it might lessen the effects, but it would cover more area. He can't decide which scenario is actually the way to go - try and fix it, or just wait until it goes away? He hesitantly approaches Kohaku to ask if she really thinks the fans are the right solution.]

Fanların bu durumu yeterince çözeceğine ne kadar kesinsiniz?

Delphine Angua von Uberwald | Discworld

[von_uberwolf]

-A-

You caught it out of the corner of your eye. A hand darting out of a closet to grab a shirt before yanking it away. This definitely looks like a thief, which is ridiculous considering that the prices at the second hand market are already extremely reasonable. Someone must be desperate.

Investigate reveals a young blond woman wearing a mix-matched assortment of ill fitting clothes, all from wildly different eras, struggling to button up a too small shirt while cursing quietly to herself.

She froze like a wolf in headlights when she noticed she had an audience, and just for a split second you had the distinct feeling that she was about to go for your throat.

It passed, though. "I can explain everything!"

-C-ish-

Funny voices aside, the alchemical mess wasn't too hard to clean up. Angua had taken it badly, though. The moment the cloud of colorful smoke had washed over her she had yelped and fled. Now, she had a bowl of steaming water in front of her and a washcloth over her head so she could breath in the steam more easily. She glanced up with red eyes.

"Sorry I couldn't help out with that..."

Sometimes a superhuman sense of smell has its drawbacks.

A

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Ryoga had darted his hand out to stop Angua's when he sees the way she's struggling to fit into her shirt, the young man quickly darts his eyes away even as his body had instinctively slid into the horse stance, the boar in him sensing that momentary threat.

"Ye-yeah... I think one might be needed." He hopes that shirt holds out for both their sakes.

[von_uberwolf]

The shirt held. For now. Angua accepted Ryoga's sudden shift into a fighting stance as perfectly reasonable. Werewolves caused that reaction in people, sometimes.

"Well-" Fuck she didn't ACTUALLY have an excuse besides "I was shaped like a wolf last night and wolves don't fit in pants" and she didn't want to say that. Think fast, Angua.

"I...was in a magical mishap! And...I got teleported across campus. But my clothes didn't. And I'm not about to walk around the market naked, so..."

Awkward pause.

"I will pay for it. Once I can get my wallet."