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

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."

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Despite the flimsiness of the excuse, Ryoga buys it completely, even with the reaction he had. Slowly, he forces himself to relax. "I'll pay." He offers, holding his hands up, sensing her distress.

[von_uberwolf]

Oh thank god he's stupid. "I really owe you one."

Angua heaved a sigh of relief and buttons went shooting across the room as the shirt finally gave out.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

He blinks, staring completely gobsmacked as the button flies, before his eyes widened as it fully registered what just happened.

Ryoga lets out a silent gasp - showing too long canines - before clapping his hands over his face, turning around in the same motions.

[von_uberwolf]

Angua turned red, then slammed the closet door shut again.

A moment later, her voice came within, slightly muffled and slightly strained. "Maybe a slightly larger shirt! Size 14!"

[theycallhimmrpchan]

There was some embarrassed stammering, before a shirt was quickly pushed in between the cracks - a black tee with PARTY CANNON in a multicolor balloon font.

"I think that should fit...."

[von_uberwolf]

Angua bounced back first. She was at least used to casual nudity, even if it wouldn't really fly around here. She struggled into the shirt and then emerged from the closet with a confidence that didn't belong to someone who had just accidentally flashed someone, and CERTAINLY didn't belong to someone who had medieval poofy pantaloons on to combo with her modern black band t-shirt.

Desperate times. Desperate measures.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

[theycallhimmrpchan]

He had finished paying the vendor, a little surprised Angua came out so quickly.

"It's no problem... people losing clothes is a more common problem here." And one he knew all too well.

[von_uberwolf]

"It is?"

Angua blinked. Just what kind of things did they get up to up here?

Re: Delphine Angua von Uberwald | Discworld

[thebreakfastbug]

"Let me guess: Shapeshifter, lycanthrope, illusionary fabric, teleportation experiment gone hilariously wrong, slime monster that digested your clothes but not you, Outland moths, nude bomb...stop me if I'm getting warm."

Bee had been around the school long enough to see plenty of ridiculous explanations for why someone had to steal clothes. Not every reason, or even most of them, but plenty.

[von_uberwolf]

"Second one." She admitted with a sigh.

"Are you planning on actually doing something useful, or just standing there and making sarcastic comments while I try to get dressed? A girl could very much get the wrong idea from that."

[thebreakfastbug]

"...I deserved that." He admits. Really, he'd just gotten wrapped up in his string of commentary.

He pulls off and balls up his yellow jacket, and tosses the Autobrand branded coat Angua's way.

"You can borrow it for now. I'm gonna need it back though."

[von_uberwolf]

"Of course. Right after I figure out who stole my clothes while I was out."

Angua took the jacket gratefully and zipped it up, then sniffed the air. Smelled like a man. An older man, who possibly had gout. And who used prescription shampoo. "Know any professors who have bad dandruff?"

[thebreakfastbug]

"Bad attitudes and bad fashion sense," he answers, "but nobody with bad dandruff. Need any help looking?"

He offers his hand. "I'm Daniel Kafer, but I generally go by my guild callsign. You can call me Bumblebee. Or just Bee, I'm not picky."