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#BlackLivesMatter
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<span style="color:#e88a01;">In-Character Roleplay 2</span>
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<span style="color:#e88a01;">In-Character Roleplay 2</span>
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Episode 2: Utter Mayhem
- Thread starter welian
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welian
#BlackLivesMatter
Tomorrow is another day…
Light flurries had passed over the city during the night. They left a fresh, thin crunchy layer of wet snow on the roads that had frozen into ice. Public transit was slow, where it existed at all, and the morning news was full of warnings on the dangers of shoveling your driveway. On the bright side, at least, once again the sky was clear and blue, with only a few fat white clouds marring the view into the heavens.
"Good morning, Baltimore!" The artificially perky news anchor squinted at the camera as the morning news was broadcast. "Today's forecast is for clear skies, which is great news for all you astronomers out there that missed last night's meteor showers because of the cloud cover. Still, stay safe on the roads out there. Now to Peter with the sports..."
Instructions
Time: 10:00am
Weather: Sunny, clear, cold
It was a dark and stormy night. Which is to say, it was neither stormy nor a night. Well, it had been night, in a matter of speaking, as the previous day had ended, and night had passed. And now it was a new day.Weather: Sunny, clear, cold
Light flurries had passed over the city during the night. They left a fresh, thin crunchy layer of wet snow on the roads that had frozen into ice. Public transit was slow, where it existed at all, and the morning news was full of warnings on the dangers of shoveling your driveway. On the bright side, at least, once again the sky was clear and blue, with only a few fat white clouds marring the view into the heavens.
"Good morning, Baltimore!" The artificially perky news anchor squinted at the camera as the morning news was broadcast. "Today's forecast is for clear skies, which is great news for all you astronomers out there that missed last night's meteor showers because of the cloud cover. Still, stay safe on the roads out there. Now to Peter with the sports..."
Instructions
- If you have not done so already, choose a timeskip group at this form: Timeskip groups. Make sure to include your character's name in parenthesis if you have multiple characters, because I'm a doof who forgot to be specific enough when I made the form.
- Each group of characters will be responding to a particular prompt or event. You will be tagged when this post goes live. It may be a few hours, as we're rolling the events out in waves. Be patient. Begin writing your introduction anyways.
- If you selected "Surprise me", you will be notified (eventually) (somehow) of what group the GMs have placed you in.
welian
#BlackLivesMatter
Party in the CIA Commonwealth
Location: Commonwealth office, Baltimore branch
Objective: Complete mandatory educational trip to a government office without dying of boredom.
Roleplayers: @Captifate @Necessity4Fun @TerraBooma @ViAdvena
Near the heart of Baltimore’s downtown lies the official area office for Commonwealth. It’s pretty ritzy as far as office buildings go – nine floors of bottle-green glass, a revolving door of suits and agents and supers going in and out, in and out, day in and day out and sometimes even during the nights.
The director of Commonwealth, Stonefaced Scarlet, decided to take a little roadtrip from DC to check up on things. She’s not a bad person, really, but she’s been a bit stressed out. And truthfully, who could blame her? Director is a miserable position. It’s nothing but pushing paper and wheedling favors out of others. If only Errol hadn’t croaked of old age – but then, he was the reason Commonwealth was in this mess today.
But that’s neither here nor there. Mr. Swan’s students would be visiting, apparently. This was the Baltimore office’s form of community outreach. Once a month, a group of students would come over and shadow some Commonwealth agents in the office for a couple hours, learning more about how the federal agency worked, and the effort they put into protecting super-powered individuals and rights. It was a nifty set-up, if only because it meant the office got unpaid laborers on the weekends to do all the coffee-making and file-sorting.
Scarlet was really only looking forward to scaring the shit out impressionable young teenagers. Who would ever expect the boss of Commonwealth to show up herself, in person?
She leaned up against the receptionist's desk, impatient.
"So, what do you make these kids do anyways?"
"Oh," the receptionist answered lazily, "We give the new faces a tour of the place, otherwise it's really just busywork. Nothing important ever goes on during the weekends, really."
"Gross."
"Yep..."
Location: Commonwealth office, Baltimore branch
Objective: Complete mandatory educational trip to a government office without dying of boredom.
Roleplayers: @Captifate @Necessity4Fun @TerraBooma @ViAdvena
Near the heart of Baltimore’s downtown lies the official area office for Commonwealth. It’s pretty ritzy as far as office buildings go – nine floors of bottle-green glass, a revolving door of suits and agents and supers going in and out, in and out, day in and day out and sometimes even during the nights.
The director of Commonwealth, Stonefaced Scarlet, decided to take a little roadtrip from DC to check up on things. She’s not a bad person, really, but she’s been a bit stressed out. And truthfully, who could blame her? Director is a miserable position. It’s nothing but pushing paper and wheedling favors out of others. If only Errol hadn’t croaked of old age – but then, he was the reason Commonwealth was in this mess today.
But that’s neither here nor there. Mr. Swan’s students would be visiting, apparently. This was the Baltimore office’s form of community outreach. Once a month, a group of students would come over and shadow some Commonwealth agents in the office for a couple hours, learning more about how the federal agency worked, and the effort they put into protecting super-powered individuals and rights. It was a nifty set-up, if only because it meant the office got unpaid laborers on the weekends to do all the coffee-making and file-sorting.
Scarlet was really only looking forward to scaring the shit out impressionable young teenagers. Who would ever expect the boss of Commonwealth to show up herself, in person?
She leaned up against the receptionist's desk, impatient.
"So, what do you make these kids do anyways?"
"Oh," the receptionist answered lazily, "We give the new faces a tour of the place, otherwise it's really just busywork. Nothing important ever goes on during the weekends, really."
"Gross."
"Yep..."
Captifate
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Joel Dawson
Mood: Curious, politely so.
Music:
Location: Commonwealth office, lobby(?).
Company: Kendrick, Kennith & Mary.
@s: @Necessity4Fun @TerraBooma @ViAdvena
Other: --
Undoubtedly the oldest of the bunch with his lanky arms the rest of his body had yet to grow into, Joel took point for the sake of preventing any awkward trips his white cane might cause. It wouldn't be the first time. Best to take preventative measures now and protect everyone's dignity.
He didn't say much, either during the journey to or after they made it to the entrance. His mind was elsewhere, ruminating over the off chance that his parents might be in, doing heavens know what. That and he had his earbuds in. Joel always found it rather difficult to have a conversation while the delicate keys of the piano were vying for most of his attention.
Granted, the fragile link between his hearing and his music got stuffed inside his front pocket when a professional voice identified them as Mr. Swan's students and ushered them further inside. The woman recited a dozen and one tidbits and facts that sailed through one ear and out the other, with the knowledge that her job was secure so long as no one concluded the field trip with blood on themselves. Joel pitied and envied her in a single second-long thought before his mind drifted towards a sudden craving for doughnuts: Glazed, no filling, no sprinkles. Never mess with the classics.
As his cane tapped against the floor, Joel noted the polished marble that echoed every point of contact, especially the squeak of rubber tennis shoes. (Should he get just one, or is he going to want a second doughnut after dinner?) His cane knocked against a door in the hallway and a disgruntled voice hollered, "Occupied!" which had to have been the funniest thing that's happened to him all week. Joel swore he heard their guide bite back a snicker.
"Now, students, I'm going to turn things over to our esteemed director, Ms. Scarlet Chernov."
The name rings more than one bell. In fact, Joel's brow arched in surprise which was the most some of the AEGIS faculty ever managed. Drawing upon all the decorum a nineteen year-old had learned to muster, he tucked his cane under one arm and held out the other. "It's an honor, Director." And he meant it when he said it.
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Mood: Curious, politely so.
Music:
Location: Commonwealth office, lobby(?).
Company: Kendrick, Kennith & Mary.
@s: @Necessity4Fun @TerraBooma @ViAdvena
Other: --
Undoubtedly the oldest of the bunch with his lanky arms the rest of his body had yet to grow into, Joel took point for the sake of preventing any awkward trips his white cane might cause. It wouldn't be the first time. Best to take preventative measures now and protect everyone's dignity.
He didn't say much, either during the journey to or after they made it to the entrance. His mind was elsewhere, ruminating over the off chance that his parents might be in, doing heavens know what. That and he had his earbuds in. Joel always found it rather difficult to have a conversation while the delicate keys of the piano were vying for most of his attention.
Granted, the fragile link between his hearing and his music got stuffed inside his front pocket when a professional voice identified them as Mr. Swan's students and ushered them further inside. The woman recited a dozen and one tidbits and facts that sailed through one ear and out the other, with the knowledge that her job was secure so long as no one concluded the field trip with blood on themselves. Joel pitied and envied her in a single second-long thought before his mind drifted towards a sudden craving for doughnuts: Glazed, no filling, no sprinkles. Never mess with the classics.
As his cane tapped against the floor, Joel noted the polished marble that echoed every point of contact, especially the squeak of rubber tennis shoes. (Should he get just one, or is he going to want a second doughnut after dinner?) His cane knocked against a door in the hallway and a disgruntled voice hollered, "Occupied!" which had to have been the funniest thing that's happened to him all week. Joel swore he heard their guide bite back a snicker.
"Now, students, I'm going to turn things over to our esteemed director, Ms. Scarlet Chernov."
The name rings more than one bell. In fact, Joel's brow arched in surprise which was the most some of the AEGIS faculty ever managed. Drawing upon all the decorum a nineteen year-old had learned to muster, he tucked his cane under one arm and held out the other. "It's an honor, Director." And he meant it when he said it.
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welian
#BlackLivesMatter
Flight of the Valkyries
It was just as the schedule pinned up in the teacher’s lounge back at the facility – ten in the morning by the zoo, several students would be meeting with the Community Service teacher (and some backup) for their weekly sessions. Hopefully she’d make it through the traffic, the ice could be pretty tricky to drive on.
The instructions were the same every weekend. If you arrived early, wait on the corner for the teacher to show up and give the day’s agenda. If you arrived late, you had better hope that you had someone's number, and they could text you with whatever the group was doing today.
It was usually pretty dull.
Surely, today would be another dull day where absolutely nothing could go wrong. That totally wasn’t a flock of birds circling ominously above the zoo, and there was zero chance that anyone would get into any kind of trouble whatsoever. Totally.
... Why wasn't today a snow day?
Location: The streets of Baltimore, near the city zoo
Objective: Get to class on time, try not to freeze while waiting for the teacher.
Roleplayers: @Ryuuko Shin @Captain Hesperus @Gus @KingHink @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Zahzi
Objective: Get to class on time, try not to freeze while waiting for the teacher.
Roleplayers: @Ryuuko Shin @Captain Hesperus @Gus @KingHink @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Zahzi
It was just as the schedule pinned up in the teacher’s lounge back at the facility – ten in the morning by the zoo, several students would be meeting with the Community Service teacher (and some backup) for their weekly sessions. Hopefully she’d make it through the traffic, the ice could be pretty tricky to drive on.
The instructions were the same every weekend. If you arrived early, wait on the corner for the teacher to show up and give the day’s agenda. If you arrived late, you had better hope that you had someone's number, and they could text you with whatever the group was doing today.
It was usually pretty dull.
Surely, today would be another dull day where absolutely nothing could go wrong. That totally wasn’t a flock of birds circling ominously above the zoo, and there was zero chance that anyone would get into any kind of trouble whatsoever. Totally.
... Why wasn't today a snow day?
Captain Hesperus
Harbinger of the End Times and Apostle of Ghan
Mood: - Fucking furious
Location: - AEGIS Facility 108 main entrance
With: - Russell 'Russ' Travis
Tags: -
Other: - in group 'Flight of the Valkyries'
The early morning calls of the gulls over the derelict docks of Baltimore's old industrial district were drowned out by the persistent wail of a police car siren and the bass rumble of that same car's powerful engine. The vehicle emerged from a side street and drove directly in through the gates of the 108th training facility of the AEGIS organization. The sirens died, but the lights remained on as the squad car slewed to a halt directly beside the entrance of the main building. The driver's door opened and an officer climbed out. He was young, mid-twenties, tall and his hair was golden blonde. The Scandinavian image was completed by the ice-blue eyes set into his scowling visage. The name badge on his BPD issue cold weather jacket said 'Travis'. He didn't bother putting his peaked hat on as he stomped smartly around to the rear passenger-side door. He tugged it open and jerked a thumb.
"Get out.", he sighed, irritation evident in his voice.
The only thing to leave the back of the squad car was a sullen, "Fuck you."
Another sigh escaped Officer Travis' lips and he reached in. With a sudden wrench, he tugged a young teenager in messy cargo pants and a tatty hoodie from the rear seat and dumped him out onto the ground to sprawl in the slushy mess that was all that remained of the previous day's snow. The kid on the ground had been unable to arrest his fall, since his hands were secured behind his back with handcuffs. Officer Travis stood bestride the teen's back and unfastened the cuffs.
"You fucking asshole piece of shit.", the kid snarled, "Go suck a dick , you shit-eating cun-ARRGH!"
The last expletive had been cut off as Officer Travis clipped the back of the kid's head with the toe of his boot.
"Oops, sorry. Ground's really slippery here. Guess the Association can't find funds for things like grit.", Officer Travis said with a shrug.
He stepped off and walked to the back of the squad car to open the trunk. Meanwhile the kid sat up on the ground and pulled down his hood to reveal a shock of rumpled blonde hair of an almost identical color as the cop's, but his eyes were a brilliant violet.
"You really have a fucking problem, shithead.", Danny growled as he rubbed the back of his head. He'd seen stars when his brother had kicked him and he still could, "Mom'll beat the shit out of you when she finds out you kicked me in the head."
"She'll beat your ass worse when she finds out you were running away again, Danny.", Russ Travis, the cop, replied, "Seriously, the freaking trainyard? Are you that freaking stupid, Danny? If that Transit cop hadn't seen you, where the hell would you have ended up? You think the life of a hobo is all playing harmonicas while riding the rails, sleeping under the stars and panhandling for lunch money? It's not, Danny. I've seen what happens to young kids when hobos get their hands on them, it's not pretty. Those guys carry knives, nasty, rusty shivs that they use for everything. A nick from one of those and you're dead. Especially you."
Russ pointed at Danny's face.
"Your nose is bleeding."
Danny raised a hand to his face and, sure enough, a small river of blood was just trickling down toward his lips.
"That's your fault, asshat. You threw me on the ground."
"The heck it's my fault. Just use your spray, Danny, before I have to get you to a hospital. Again."
Danny flicked his brother the bird then rooted into the many pockets of his cargo pants to find the small blue pump-top bottle he had to carry everywhere with him. He popped the lid off and pumped two squirts of the gel onto a fingertip. This he shoved up his bleeding nostril and worked around inside. A few moments later, the bleeding ceased. Meanwhile Russ had retrieved a backpack from the trunk and tossed it onto the ground next to his younger brother.
"Danny, why can't you stay out of trouble?", Russ said in his best authoritative tone.
Danny growled and jumped to his feet, fists clenched, "Why don't you fuck off and d-"
The word froze on his lips, hung between the siblings like the icicles from the edge of the dock office's roof. Danny's tongue was locked to the roof of his mouth. He couldn't say it, he daren't say it. Not with his brother stood there in that uniform, not when it was so close to that day. Danny's hands clenched tighter until his knuckles popped and Russ watched him silently, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
Russ sighed, "Just try not to do anything to make Mom upset. Not this month. It's been five years now."
"Don't I fucking know it."
Russ slammed the trunk shut with a sound reminiscent of a coffin lid closing.
"What's on your schedule today?"
"Fucked if I know...", Danny started then paused as he remembered the day, "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuckity fuck! Psycho Ward wants me at The Maryland Zoo. Probably wants to feed another of the junior freaks to the lions. Gimme a lift?"
Russ nodded and was about to speak when his radio crackled into life. He lifted a finger to his brother as he listened.
"Sorry bro, got a call. And even if it was in the direction you need to go, I'm not riding with you in my car."
"You asshole!"
Russ waved then tossed a couple of bills across the roof of the car, "Here, that'll help."
Danny was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and snatched them before Russ had even opened his car door. A pair of twenties, score! He hopped back as Russ gunned the engine and rolled down the front passenger window.
"Mom'll want to do something with us soon. Try not to get into lock-down around your birthday. Love you, Danny."
Then, with a flurry of slush and a roar of a big block engine, he was gone.
"Love you too, asshole.", Danny murmured almost to himself as the car turned onto the main street and accelerated away, "Don't die."
He looked around, suddenly nervous in case someone had seen him with his brother, then jogged back to his backpack. If he took the 026 bus Downtown then changed to the 022 Mondawmin, get off at Druid Park and Reisterstown, it'd be a fifteen minute or so walk.
"I'm still gonna be late."
This is what happens when you spend a night in a Transit Police holding pen, waiting for Russ to not be angry enough to collect him. He set off running, hauling his pack on and hopeful that he'd get to the stop before the next bus did. Otherwise Psycho Ward'll feed me to the fucking lions.
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Necessity4Fun
I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...
Kendrick Haywood
Location: Commonwealth: Baltimore HQ
People around: Mary, Joel, A happy person (Kennith), The Commonwealth Director
Interactions: @welian
The Director herself is seeing us?
How truly intriguing.
People around: Mary, Joel, A happy person (Kennith), The Commonwealth Director
Interactions: @welian
The Director herself is seeing us?
How truly intriguing.
Most students would be devastated to be having weekend classes but, not Kendrick. The boy was actually looking forward to this tour around Commonwealth and, the fact that he could skip violin classes today with a valid excuse, was a bonus.
He had stuffed Ted and a couple others of toys in a backpack and brought it along, without thinking if such an important place like the one he was going to, would even let him stay with it through the tour.
Surprising enough, they did let him keep it.
The office building was huge! It looked just like his father's company! Thinking again, Kendrick had never gone for a tour on the company, had he?
Taking his head out of the clouds, the teenager entered the office along with the group.
He had seem some of them before, especially Joel, he looked like a cool, level-headed guy. The reasons for Kendrick not having engaged in conversation with him before, were his trust issues, the same ones he had promised himself to work on.
He intended to keep that promise.
The Commonwealth office thus far, seemed like any boring bureaucratic institution would be. It had certainly won points for using expensive materials in the construction and, not being shy at flaunting it's elegance but, still, It was just a plain boring office.
Kendrick was secretly hoping for something interesting to happen, when the Commonwealth Director herself stepped in! Oh, now that's something interesting...
The boy raised his hand slightly and when he was given the permission to speak, he made a question:
"Excuse me for my intermission, Director Chernov but, I can't help but be astonished by your sudden appearance. Does this mean you are going to be our guide from now on?"
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Zahzi
Grade-A Jackass
Jordan Ortega Brahn
Location: Baltimore Zoo
Nearby: No one. -Yet-
Disposition: There is absolutely no conceivable reason I should even BE HERE.
Ah, to be a kid in Winter. You haven't been jaded by its presence yet, meaning most over the age of twenty want nothing to do with the outside and giving you that much more space. The almost inescapable Christmas music that was still playing somewhere loud enough in the city, yet not be identified from WHERE, and from any accessibility to finally do the humane thing for all involved and SHUT IT OFF!
Now, had that been all, it would have been any other day. Unfortunately for Jordan, his morning had been nothing if not a trainwreck just waiting to happen. For starters, his parents had believed it would be prudent for Jordan to arrive at the Zoo for this clownshow of a program early. No big deal, right? Fifteen minutes? Ten and some change? WRONG. His doting parents thought it would be best if he arrived early by an hour. And instead of staying in the car where it remained nice and warm, they dropped him off at the front of the Zoo where he was to wait for the others to arrive.
Why? His father mentioned something about Saturdays being of particular importance to him and his mother. He didn't want to even think of the implications....
Getting in and out of the car itself was an ordeal of its own, mind you. His mother had a particular blend of crazy to making sure Jordan had both made lasting impressions upon all sentient life, as well as making sure he was as dexterous as the majestic jackhammer against the surface of china by deciding he required enough coats and pants to force his limbs to remain outstretched even at rest. 'As not to catch a cold' he was told by his mother.
As he was covered head to toe in clothing leaving only his eyes, he would like to die now, please?
After thirty minutes of standing around, he finally felt it was time to blow off some steam the only way he could- by kicking the wall next to him, which only bounced off the concrete pillar, missing only the telltale sound of a plushy squeak toy to make the image remain burned into the memories of all involved. It was only made worse as a large clump of snow dropped from on top of the wall directly onto Jordan's frame, transforming him into a bloated snowman incapable of moving. Though that didn't stop him from glaring at passersby with his yellow eyes being the only thing people might be able to use to tell he was human...
"This. Fucking. Sucks."
Lemon Boy
~Brilliantly Bitter~
KYLE KEYSOR
Mood: Calm; Tired
Location: City Zoo
Company: A Snowm-Jordan
@'s: @Zahzi
OOC: Do you wanna build a snowman?~
The boy had been quickly stirred from his sleep and practically stuffed into the car after having a shower and getting dressed. It was a slightly hectic morning and he was pretty sure he had nearly fallen asleep in the middle of walking down the stairs. Course, that didn't stop his mom from grabbing him like a doll and throwing him into the car so he wouldn't be late for his first lesson of the semester.
He was sure she nearly crashed the car five times and got honked at even more for taking over multiple people trying to get to work in the busy, cold morning. Her driving skill was already suicidal enough as it was, the ice didn't particularly help. The minutes passed by and the car came to a screeching halt against the ice outside the Zoo, Kyle quickly perking up from his mini nap that he had taken in the backseats. "Alllrriigghhttyyy Kyle, I think you're early. Remember to be safe and If there's any baddies, Call me!~" He was quickly ejected from the car into the icy cold air and bitter winds. She was a rather busy woman and mornings were always this chaotic. It didn't help that it was his first lesson back though.
So there he stood, clueless as ever and equally as tired, rubbing his eyes as he swayed in the spot whilst thinking what he was actually supposed to be doing here again. That thinking quickly turned into daydreaming and he was standing there for a few solid minutes before coming back into it again. "Oh right...Gotta wait by the corner." Quickly shuffling his way to the corner to wait for the rest of his classmates to arrive. It was as he was walking that he noticed a particularly small snowman with gleaming yellow eyes, that was when he realised it wasn't a small gold eyed snowman but the genius dwarf that attended their school known as Jordon. Approaching the snow covered boy whilst yawning, he raised an eyebrow as he noticed he wasn't exactly making any attempts to get the snow off of him, probably cause he couldn't. "I'm guessing you want some help?" It was a pretty obviously answered question and Kyle had already begun to just scrape the snow off of the snow caked guy before he got hypothermia or frostbite.
D. Rex
Magic Eight Ball
Name: Victoria Beckett
Location: Baltimore Zoo
Mood: Cynically optimistic
Plot/Class: Flight of the Valkeries, Community Service
Tags: @Zahzi , @St Indigo
At any other point in her life, doing something like this on the weekend would result in mass amount of protesting. Now, however, what friends she had left were far behind and... well... honestly the only thing she could do would be to hide in her room under the blankets and watch cheesy movies on stream. So it wasn't like she has anything better to do. That was an unusually optimistic thought. Still even if it was something like community service, it was still the Zoo, so it couldn't be too terrible... unless their job here was to shovel animal poop... that would make her quite sour... wouldn't that just be a splendid real world application of powers.
Her father pulled up to the curb, and after giving him a quick kiss and hearing one last dad joke about giraffes, she reluctantly left the heated interior of the car into slushy roadside. Zipping up her thick coat, she pulled up her hood, hoping to hide her limiter from the stares of people. No one was staring, but in her mind she couldn't help but think people did. Even though it wasnt, she felt it was an ugly contraption, and went to great semisuccessful lengths to find one that wasn't so bulky. At least it kept her head warm...
So she walked down the sidewalk towards the predetermined corner, her head down as she watched her shoes squish the slush underneath. To be honest she wasn't that cold, she has the foresight to wear some pajama bottoms underneath her jeans, ("layers are magical!" Her father's voice said in her head). As she looked up, she saw two people at the corner, people she could only assume were also students who were here for the same reason she was. She didn't recognize them, she had not got to meet many people yet. Though as much as the short one stood out, she was almost surprised she hadn't seen him around.
"Are you two waiting for that community service thing?" She asked, as the other one seemed to fuss over whitey. She wasn't entirely sure, she had not really been to one of these yet, and it would such pretty quite a bit if she missed the class because she waited at the wrong corner.
ViAdvena
Schrödinger's cat
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Marianne Ross
Mary once heard someone said that a day's mood can be predicted by how the morning is. If the morning is good, then the rest of the day will be relatively good. If the morning is bad, so does the day. If the morning is average, then the day will be an average one.
Well, it was definitely a big hoax, because you see, Mary's morning was pretty uneventful. Woke up right at 5 o'clock, like she usually did whether it's a school day or not. Went through her daily morning routine and styled her hair to perfection. Then read some interesting book while waiting, before she went downstairs to see whether the breakfast was ready or not. After that, she gently prodded Lily and gleefully flipped Luke's blanket to wake them up for breakfast. That's it. The stove didn't explode, the mugs didn't break. There's no ominous event that foreshadow some impending doom, nope.
So imagine her feeling when the guide said they would be handled by the very director of Commonwealth herself.
Now, learning how rumors work means constantly got exposed to them. And, excluding the ambiguous circumstance of Mary's father, she had heard some horror story about the woman. The most popular one was probably about her eyes. No, not about her gorgon stare, although it's pretty well-known too. But there's an urban legend about how someone evaporated under her gaze, and that it was not a superpower, she was just that scary.
They were going to spend their weekend with this person. Obviously this was going to be a relaxing weekend. And obviously that was a sarcasm.
Exhaling her breath slowly, Mary straightened up as they were about to meet the director. Joel had done the greeting for them, making things easier. So she just politely smiled (while internally freaking out) and nodded. Then another boy- Kendrick, if her memory served right- asked a question. The presence of the director in Baltimore was quite unusual, indeed, Mary doubted she was here just to guide a team of students. Perhaps there's another important business. So with a calm tone that didn't reflect her feeling at all, she asked after Kendrick, "My apologize Director, but I can't help but wondering. Are there going to be a special event in Baltimore?"
welian
#BlackLivesMatter
Spyfall/Spooky Scary Skeletons
The normal humdrum of Facility 108’s weekend operations was a go. There were a few Saturday classes in session, but overall the entire shipyard was much quieter than it would be on a weekday afternoon.
Classes started at ten in the morning. Well, they were scheduled to start then. Like the rest of the city, the snow and ice had affected travel, and it was inevitable that some people would be late. And besides, it was Saturday. Normal people got to sit in their pajamas, eat cereal, and watch cartoons instead of being thrown through an obstacle course.
The poor facility, though. Cold, wet weather was always harsh on these older buildings. The pipes creaked and moaned, and every so often an angry hiss could be heard from the boiler pipes running through the basement tunnels.
Gosh, sometimes this place felt like it was haunted. What a silly notion.
Location: Facility 108
Objective: Get to class on time, hurry!!
Roleplayers:
@Anomaly
@CloudyBlueDay
@DJ MagicHat
@Giyari
@Gus
@Manic Muse
@Semblance
@Suzuki Mine
@Aldur
@Meredith
@Necessity4Fun
@Sopranos
@too much idea
@ViAdvena
@welian
@RemainingQuestions
Objective: Get to class on time, hurry!!
Roleplayers:
@Anomaly
@CloudyBlueDay
@DJ MagicHat
@Giyari
@Gus
@Manic Muse
@Semblance
@Suzuki Mine
@Aldur
@Meredith
@Necessity4Fun
@Sopranos
@too much idea
@ViAdvena
@welian
@RemainingQuestions
The normal humdrum of Facility 108’s weekend operations was a go. There were a few Saturday classes in session, but overall the entire shipyard was much quieter than it would be on a weekday afternoon.
Classes started at ten in the morning. Well, they were scheduled to start then. Like the rest of the city, the snow and ice had affected travel, and it was inevitable that some people would be late. And besides, it was Saturday. Normal people got to sit in their pajamas, eat cereal, and watch cartoons instead of being thrown through an obstacle course.
The poor facility, though. Cold, wet weather was always harsh on these older buildings. The pipes creaked and moaned, and every so often an angry hiss could be heard from the boiler pipes running through the basement tunnels.
Gosh, sometimes this place felt like it was haunted. What a silly notion.
Zahzi
Grade-A Jackass
Jordan Ortega Brahn
Location: Baltimore Zoo
Nearby: Victoria ( @KingHink ) & Kyle ( @St Indigo )
Disposition: -Unintelligible mental screaming-
Jordan's eyes just stared up at Kyle as he asked his rhetorical question. As if someone of his size would love the idea to become a Brahn-sicle within the next ten minutes.
"Whaaat, Me? Noooooo...I love the feeling of ice water seeping through the four separate coats so I could say goodbye to the notion of ever being dry again." his tone dripped with sarcasm brought on by listening to his mother long enough.
After a few moments of Kyle's efforts, Jordan was finally able to break free of the cold embrace of death he had slightly been hoping for since this day had begun. Still, at least now he wasn't the only one stuck here like an idiot waiting for the others to arrive.
"Are you two waiting for that community service thing?"
Even MORE idiots!
Well no, it wasn't fair to call them idiots. His dad taught him time and time again not to go under the same mentality his mother had, expecting everyone around him to be stupid. After all, some people went above and beyond the call of duty with a new level of stupidity every day and needed to be recognized for it. Like his sister.
He looked back up at Kyle, giving him a nod before looking away, toward the ground.
".....Thank you."
He still needed to get used to talking to people.
He hadn't forgotten though, the girl had asked a question.
".....Yes, we're apa-" That was as far as he could get before taking a step forward, which resulted him slipping on a patch of ice on the sidewalk, forcing him to land on his back. There was no damage, fortunately. The four layers of coats saw to that cushioning. The problem now was he couldn't get up....And now Jordan was stuck like a turtle on his shell....
Pity him.
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welian
#BlackLivesMatter
Wow, Scarlet thought to herself. Suckers.
She watched from the background as one of the agents went through his spiel about what they’d be doing today with the kids. It was boring. So boring. So much office bullshit. She tried very hard not to yawn.
“Yo,” she said casually, walking up to the front of the group of students as the agent-turned-tour-guide shoved her under the boss. “Director Chernov.” She reached out and shook Daredevil Jr.’s hand.
“I’m happy to meet you kids too. I got some history with the boys at Aegis. Mostly involving parking tickets.”
A boy with black hair and blue eyes raised his hand. Intermission. Astonished. Somebody went to prep school. Maybe she should call him Phantomhive.
“Absolutely not,” she said with a straight face. She looked at him, but her stare was flat and relatively emotionless. Wouldn’t want to make anyone pee themselves again. “I don’t get paid enough to deal with people. Next question.”
Ah, Goldilocks.
“Not really,” Scarlet lied. “Traffic was bad enough getting here. If there’s a concert this weekend, there won’t be a soul getting through the interstate. I just came to check up on some friends.”
She watched from the background as one of the agents went through his spiel about what they’d be doing today with the kids. It was boring. So boring. So much office bullshit. She tried very hard not to yawn.
“Yo,” she said casually, walking up to the front of the group of students as the agent-turned-tour-guide shoved her under the boss. “Director Chernov.” She reached out and shook Daredevil Jr.’s hand.
“I’m happy to meet you kids too. I got some history with the boys at Aegis. Mostly involving parking tickets.”
A boy with black hair and blue eyes raised his hand. Intermission. Astonished. Somebody went to prep school. Maybe she should call him Phantomhive.
“Absolutely not,” she said with a straight face. She looked at him, but her stare was flat and relatively emotionless. Wouldn’t want to make anyone pee themselves again. “I don’t get paid enough to deal with people. Next question.”
Ah, Goldilocks.
“Not really,” Scarlet lied. “Traffic was bad enough getting here. If there’s a concert this weekend, there won’t be a soul getting through the interstate. I just came to check up on some friends.”
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DJ MagicHat
Powerful Wizard
<p>Asher Torchinovich</p>
<p>
Ravemaster</p>
<p>
Location: Mental Discipline classroom</p>
<p>
Tags: <a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/867-anomaly/" data-mentionid="867">@Anomaly</a> <a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/4930-meredith/" data-mentionid="4930">@Meredith</a> <a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/30066-sopranos/" data-mentionid="30066">@Sopranos</a> </p>
<p>
Ah, weekends. Asher loved them, really. Such a great time to get work done...in more ways than one.</p>
<p>
He chuckled to himself, adjusting the trim controls on his equipment. His students probably weren't going to like today's lecture.</p>
<p>
He set his decks up, navigated to the Happy Hardcore directory on his flash drives, picked a couple of good starting tracks, and was about to make sure that the volume levels were adequate when he froze.</p>
<p>
Where was that noise coming from? He took his headphones off and placed them gently on one of the turntable platters, face a mask of seriousness as he tried to focus. <em>The walls? No...the floor? Maybe the ceiling? Bah!</em></p>
<p>
It was too difficult to tell. The acoustics of the facility were generally such that people with normal hearing could hear a pencil drop from 50 meters or better. He started to turn back to his equipment setup, when he heard it again, louder this time.</p>
<p>
He looked around the room, trying harder to discern where the sound was coming from. <em>Maybe...</em> he readied himself, hoping to amplify the sound when it came again and get a better idea of where it was coming from. He waited, hearing the clock in the classroom tick every second by at an almost painstaking rate. He counted the seconds, to calm his nerves.</p>
<p>
When he hit 300, he let himself relax. Just a fluke, probably. The pipes always did act up and make strange sounds in this kind of weather. At least, pipes like this facility had always tended to. His parents' house had similar pipes, and they acted up in the cold, so...that was probably it.</p>
<p>
The thought did nothing to calm Asher's nerves as he finished getting ready for the lecture. <em>Hopefully,</em> he thought to himself, <em>it really is just the pipes.</em> He smiled to himself. <em>And the computer won't pick up the startled shrieks of the class while I'm trying to record my mix this time.</em></p>
<p>
Ravemaster</p>
<p>
Location: Mental Discipline classroom</p>
<p>
Tags: <a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/867-anomaly/" data-mentionid="867">@Anomaly</a> <a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/4930-meredith/" data-mentionid="4930">@Meredith</a> <a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/30066-sopranos/" data-mentionid="30066">@Sopranos</a> </p>
<p>
Ah, weekends. Asher loved them, really. Such a great time to get work done...in more ways than one.</p>
<p>
He chuckled to himself, adjusting the trim controls on his equipment. His students probably weren't going to like today's lecture.</p>
<p>
He set his decks up, navigated to the Happy Hardcore directory on his flash drives, picked a couple of good starting tracks, and was about to make sure that the volume levels were adequate when he froze.</p>
<p>
Where was that noise coming from? He took his headphones off and placed them gently on one of the turntable platters, face a mask of seriousness as he tried to focus. <em>The walls? No...the floor? Maybe the ceiling? Bah!</em></p>
<p>
It was too difficult to tell. The acoustics of the facility were generally such that people with normal hearing could hear a pencil drop from 50 meters or better. He started to turn back to his equipment setup, when he heard it again, louder this time.</p>
<p>
He looked around the room, trying harder to discern where the sound was coming from. <em>Maybe...</em> he readied himself, hoping to amplify the sound when it came again and get a better idea of where it was coming from. He waited, hearing the clock in the classroom tick every second by at an almost painstaking rate. He counted the seconds, to calm his nerves.</p>
<p>
When he hit 300, he let himself relax. Just a fluke, probably. The pipes always did act up and make strange sounds in this kind of weather. At least, pipes like this facility had always tended to. His parents' house had similar pipes, and they acted up in the cold, so...that was probably it.</p>
<p>
The thought did nothing to calm Asher's nerves as he finished getting ready for the lecture. <em>Hopefully,</em> he thought to himself, <em>it really is just the pipes.</em> He smiled to himself. <em>And the computer won't pick up the startled shrieks of the class while I'm trying to record my mix this time.</em></p>
ManicMuse
I ax-o-lotl questions.
Isabella Chase
Location: Home > Studio > Facility 108
@/ With: THE SPYFALL GROUP
Current Mood: Freezing/ Self Loathing
]
"Izzy! Izzy, we are going to be late!"
The words echoed through the hallways of the over-sized condo. A soft rippling of the statement made it to Isabella's ears. Izzy was drying her hair, attempting to style the silver strands. The task of pulling her hair into a pony tail, was quite a frustrating one, given the obstacles on her head. It was bad enough, she had to use clothes pins to fold her ears closed. The sound and heat of the hair dryer was too much for her sensitive ears. After another attempt of pulling her hair up, she called it good. Applying lip gloss, she was taking her sweet time, when her father pounded on the bathroom door. "I need a minute," she hissed before sticking her tongue out at the closed door.
"Isabella Chase, let's go now!"
Richard knew she was stalling, the jig was up. With a growl, she cracked the door and stared up at her father with a sour expression. He stood there, tightening his tie with a flustered look on his face. "I already packed your snacks. They are in your backpack on the counter. Now march young lady. You are going to be late."
Izzy rolled her eyes at him. Richard ignored the attitude. Instead, he gingerly unpinned her ears before straightening a few of her rogue hairs. This caused Izzy to crack a smile. Giving Richard a peck on the cheek, Izzy ran off down the hallway. After collecting her backpack off the kitchen counter, and stuffing a few extra items in, she followed her father out the door. The car ride to the gymnastic studio was the same as most car rides. Richard spent most the time on the phone, only pausing to demand Izzy roll the window back up. The icy roads and chill in the air, left Richard a little tense. Izzy had a bad habit of letting her tail drift in the wind out the window, even when it was below freezing.
They arrived just in time; Richard and Isabella filed into the studio. Richard took a seat in the corner, while Izzy ran off to the locker room. Changing in public was something Izzy hated doing, given her mutation. Instead, she dressed in layers with a black and teal blue leotard beneath her t-shirt. This gave her the advantage, now being first in line when class started. Gymnastics was one of her favorite hobbies. Izzy just did not like the social aspect of the class.
The instructor blew her whistle and Izzy was off. Running, her tail trailed behind her, as she rushed down the lead way. She leaped into the air before even coming to the spring board. Her agile form appeared to fly with ease, up to the pole. With a single hand, Izzy caught the horizontal bar and hoisted herself up. After a few somersaults, Isabella dropped down hanging from the pole by her fingers. A few back and forth swings, Izzy was whipping around the pole with a grin plastered on her face. Moments like this made it all worth it. Freely swinging about, high off the ground, with not a care in the world.
After a great dismount, the next kid was up. Izzy moved to the end of the line to wait her turn again. As she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, her ears picked up on a few of the girls whispering to one another. "It's not even fair that they let her in here. We should not have to suffer because some freak has an unfair advantage. I mean...she's a furball. I bet she uses a litter box. It's like a health code violation, or something."
Isabella wanted to march right over and punch them both in the face. Her pale blue gaze shifted over to her father, who gave a wave and thumbs up from the corner. Yeah, that was not going to work. Clenching her teeth, the tip of her tail flicked violently. She was going to have to swallow her pride for the time being. Class moved along and they the group broke into to different exercises. Izzy was lined up for the balance beam when the two girls cut in front of her.
"Hey, there is a line," Izzy snapped, giving the blond one, a shove to the shoulder.
"Yeah, we just want to use the equipment before you use it as a scratching post, Izzy-bell," the other girl chirped.
The blond regained her balance, nodding in agreement,"We don't know where your paws have been after all. Are you even up to date on your shots?"
A look of disgust appeared on everyone's face, who had overheard. Izzy's ears dropped with embarrassment, as her shoulders slumped from the hurtful words. Biting her lower lip, she peered over at her Dad again, who was busy responding to emails on his phone. Squeezing her eyes shut, she worked to hold back tears. The two girls laughed and turned their backs on her, they had won the fight. The line moved along. Before long, the first mean girl was up. Izzy saw her chance to get even.
The blond stood there cheering on her friend, as Izzy slowly leaned in to whisper, in the girl's ear, "The problem with us wild animals is, we never have to get our rabies shots." Izzy lunged forward, coiling her limbs tightly around the girl from behind. Sinking her fanged teeth into the girl's exposed shoulder. She clamping down, biting as hard as she could, until the coppery taste of blood flooded her mouth. Shrieks followed by chaos ensued. The instructor and Richard worked to pry Izzy off the girl. Only after she got in a clawed swipe at the girls cheek, did Isabella released her prey.
After the scuffle Izzy, of course, tried to defend her actions. The two girls denied everything and Izzy was forced to wait in the car, while her father dealt with the fall out. After a half an hour of waiting, Richard climbed in the car, placing Izzy's stuff in the backseat next to her. The silence seemed to last an eternity. Using the sleeve of her jacket, dipped in a water bottle, she tried to wipe the last of the blood from her lips. Izzy had reopened the cut on her own lip the day before, causing the whole process to sting. Finally, she spoke in a hushed tone, while her father started the car and pulled away from the studio, "Dad, I'm sorry."
"Not now Isabella," there was a long pause. "Just not now. I am getting so tired of these foolish squabbles. You are not a child anymore. You really hurt that girl. I just pray that these people at AEGIS can help you. Though, if yesterday was any sign of what they have to teach you, I fear it is only going to get worse. Still, I have to hope. I am doing every thing I can."
The words cut to her core, causing her to stare at the floor, returning the car to silence. The car rolled along at a slow pace, trapped in the morning traffic. This only dragged out the silence, until one right turn caused the car beside them to start in a slide. With a crunch, the vehicle banged into them. Then they slid right into the curb bringing, everything to a stand still. Richard quickly unbuckled his seat beat and turned to look at Izzy.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Izzy sighed and grabbed her pack. "I am going to be late. I am just gonna walk."
Isabella climbed out of the passenger side, that was now hugging the curb. Richard was about to call to her, when the other driver knocked on his window, to see if he was okay. By the time he looked back, his daughter was already gone.
Izzy shivered, still wearing her leotard and shorts from the gymnastic class. Only the black and white hoodie, with the sleeve now stained in blood, protected her from the elements. With bag slung over her shoulder, Isabella jogged down the sidewalk, working to avoid patches of ice in her way.
Only a few blocks and one near nasty wipe out, Izzy came up to the gate entrance, just in time to see a boy jogging toward the direction of the bus stop. It was freezing outside, so Izzy did not bother to really pay the boy any mind. Instead, she went right for the main building.
Once locked inside a bathroom stall, Izzy got to the task of changing. Which became an exponentially harder task, since her tail and other limbs were numb for the cold air. After several minutes of tugging, pulling and otherwise contorting, she was changed. Exiting the stall, shoving her stained hoodie into her backpack, she came to the mirrors. Izzy admired her blue v-neck shirt and now all white jacket, before noticing something off about her tail.
A few sheets of dripping wet toilet paper was dangling from it! After a dry heave, as she imagined the horrors of how it came into existence, Izzy quickly grabbed her tail. Batting away the sheets of wadded mess, she grimaced at the damp spot. Quickly ducking it in the sink, she gave the area a violent scrub with some soap and water. Moving over to, one of the few upgrades ever made in the facility since the beginning of time, Izzy switched on the hand dryer. There she stood, only five minutes before ten o'clock with her tail stuck under a dryer. She was going to be late, as usual.
Then, as the dryer shut off, a rattling, almost gurgling seemed to be coming from the very walls. Snatching up her pack, Izzy tweaked her ears around, like little satellites, working to determine where it was coming from. A frown contorted her features, Creeping back out into the main hallway, she was only to be met with silence, once again. 'Maybe it was some kid with a really super appetite or something,' she shrugged.
"Hello? Anyone around here?"
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CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Location: Facility 108 Main Hallway --> On way to Collateral Damage Class
Tags: @Manic Muse
Mood: Pissed (eternally)
Group: Skyfall
OOC: Alexis is mean.
Fuck.
Starting the day with a swearword was nothing new to Alex.
Alexis hated, no. Alexis despised this weather. It was cold and dreary and wet, and the goddamn sun was out but it wasn't doing shit. Gran had forgotten to pay the heat bill, so on top of that, she woke up frozen like an icicle. For a girl who could manipulate fire, that was rare, and certainly unpleasant. Alex barely had time to blink, because if her alarm hadn't gone off, that meant she was late in some way, shape, or form. Shit. 9:34am. She shouted a string of cuss words and threw on whatever clothing she laid her eyes on first. Which happened to be a pair of jeans, a black long-sleeve and bomber jacket, a maroon colored beanie, and combat boots. And, of course, her backpack.
She shoved a bagel in her mouth and opened the door. "GRAN, I'M LEAVING. BYE!" She had to yell the farewell, otherwise the elderly lady wouldn't hear it. "Goodbye, dear!" Came the cheerful reply from the other room. It brought a small smile to Alex's face; no matter how angry she might've been, her grandmother always was happy to hear her voice. Alexis could care less if it was because her grandmother was out of sorts or not.
Alas, the smile disappeared as soon as she slammed the door behind her. It was about a twenty minute walk from her Gran's house to the facility. A fifteen minute jog. A jog in a heavy jacket plus wet weather was not Alexis's ideal Saturday, but here she was. She nearly slipped on some ice and fell on her ass, but saved herself at the last moment.
The school was looking (and sounding, smelling..) just as shitty as outside, if not worse. The whole place felt like it was about to collapse, moaning and groaning it's protests against the unpleasant weather. Alexis couldn't help but feel the same. "I hate this place." She muttered to herself quietly, with a small sigh.
Someone exited the bathroom, looking around as if they'd been plopped in a haunted house. "Hello? Anyone around here?" Alexis gritted her teeth. An apparently hopelessly lost, scared little baby in her way. Great. Without any shame, Alexis allowed her shoulder to slam into the girl as she huffed past. "No, we're on the way to the classes we're about to be late for, idiot." She snapped to the girl with cat ears and a tail. Bizarre, but it was nothing she hadn't seen before in this place.
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ManicMuse
I ax-o-lotl questions.
Isabella Chase
Location: Facility 108 Main building, hallway of main level
@/ With: @CloudyBlueDay
Current Mood: Pissed off > Terrified!
]
Ding ding, round two! Now fight.
Seriously, Izzy was having one hell of a week. Only yesterday, on her first day, an instructor of the school had ripped down a wall because she had been hiding in a vent. Then the girls at gymnastics class. Now this ray of sunshine, who had about a foot of height over her.
The shoulder check had come, while she was looking in the opposite direction. It had turned more into a body check, thanks to the height difference between the two. The knock was enough to cause her to stumble for a moment.
"No, we're on the way to the classes we're about to be late for, idiot."
Only catching sight of the girl from behind, Izzy went with the first feature she saw. After all, an insult retaliation was necessary!
"With a BIG butt like that, it must be hard to navigate on such stubby legs, but why not give it a try!"
"Oh crap!" The words had flown out of her mouth before her brain had registered it. This girl was taller, older and most likely a lot stronger. Izzy's pupils dilated, replacing any trace of white around them. Her little heart started to pump hard enough, she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. Only then, did the horror stories from other students at her private school came flooding back to her. Children being pummeled to a pulp, by other students at this facility. This was it! The end! No, she wanted to live!
Seeing a flight of stairs just past the raven haired girl, Izzy blindly went for them. Literally, the girl squeezed both eyes shut and went running right for the stairs. This was rather awkward, given her trajectory. It appeared she was almost trying to run head long into the other students stomach.
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Gus
Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!
Aaron Mallory
Location: Facility 108 cafeteria
Nearby: Nobody yet
Mood: Black and bitter, like this awful coffee
@s
Aaron awakened about an hour before dawn, feeling a little bit nauseated. The angle between the moon and the sun was going to leave him feeling just a bit off, all day, he could already tell. Hopefully he wouldn't have an episode in front of his second class. Not that it could be any worse than yesterday really...
He sighed and got up from the cot as quietly as he could. The nurse had been nice enough to lend him a cot and a quiet corner to set it up in, the least he could do was not wake the poor kid sleeping one off in the bunk. Apparently the security guard who put him out was also hurt, but the details were sketchy. At any rate, the kid was still out, and didn't stir as he slipped out into the reception area. The right hand wall was still in tatters from what looked like a pretty recent altercation; apparently that had been a staff member going after a student as well.
He stepped out into the icy predawn air, crisp new snow crunching underfoot. He shook his head, and mumbled to himself “What have kind of institution have you signed up for now, Aaron?” Everybody here seemed so thoroughly keyed to jump to violence as a first resort, and he had no earthly clue how to communicate to these kids (or the adults for that matter) just how bad an idea that was. Nobody here seemed to understand just how bad things had gotten back in the early 20s, excepting only Hunter Ward and Director Swan. They had been there. They knew. Somehow, Aaron needed to find a way to teach this new generation how to learn those lessons of the past without repeating the same mistakes first.
His feet found their own way across the grounds to the main building, and into the cafeteria where he proceeded to pump every quarter he had into the coffee vending machine while the staff pot got brewing. Terrible brew. Just awful. Almost bad enough to make him want to add cream and sugar, but he held out against the temptation. He sat down at one of the benches and rested his head on the attached table, his mind wandering back to yesterday, quite against his wishes, and his judgement.
Director Swan had at least been understanding of his lateness; he did, after all, have quite a story to tell. Still, that was about the extent of his luck. Apparently second semester classes started yesterday rather than Monday, as he had been informed. While the Director had been apologetic, he was also adamant that he teach the afternoon class regardless of his degree of preparedness. Which was none. Apparently the school's secretary, Page Morgan, had quit in the middle of the work day yesterday without notice, and a fair few things had fallen through the cracks. Such as that he was also assigned an assistant to teach the class. One Eve Kassidy Knox. Jericho. At barely over half his age, she was already better qualified than he was to be teaching this class! Why on earth had they asked him to come here? She knew how to talk to these kids, and he just... didn't. He had nothing to say that they wanted to hear. His stupid 'ice breaking' exercise would have been a disaster if she hadn't been there to pick up the pieces for him.
He had tried to tell them the story of his morning, a cautionary tale of how vital it was to protect normal people from getting hurt, even when they seemed prone to self destructive acts. That was what he had been trying to say. But the students all thought it was funny when he got to the part about the driver breaking both hands. He was horrified. They thought it served the guy right, and one even said that he wished Aaron had roughed him up more and taken him to jail personally so as to squish him through the bars. His own view of the story made no sense to them, and once he had lost them, he had no clue how to get them back. But she silenced them with a single look. She told them the whole point of being a hero is to save lives and not take them. Even the stupid ones deserve a chance to live she'd said, or something like that. And they laughed. But they understood her. She was a rockstar to them. And no wonder she was; even having lived in near total isolation for most of the last two decades, Aaron had still heard of this young woman's heroic, self sacrificial act. Her two cybernetic arms served as reminder, in case he needed one, of what could happen to people in their line of work who were not so indestructible as he. Powers like his had to be used sparingly. It was intuitively obvious when you could potentially crack the planet in half that you had to tread lightly. But then how do you explain that to a kid who just glows in the dark? The scale of the responsibility he faced was just not something they could relate to. He had half a mind to leave her a note to teach today's class without him, and stump off to home. Instead he poured himself another pot of coffee, and waited for the sun to come up.
Location: Facility 108 cafeteria
Nearby: Nobody yet
Mood: Black and bitter, like this awful coffee
@s
Aaron awakened about an hour before dawn, feeling a little bit nauseated. The angle between the moon and the sun was going to leave him feeling just a bit off, all day, he could already tell. Hopefully he wouldn't have an episode in front of his second class. Not that it could be any worse than yesterday really...
He sighed and got up from the cot as quietly as he could. The nurse had been nice enough to lend him a cot and a quiet corner to set it up in, the least he could do was not wake the poor kid sleeping one off in the bunk. Apparently the security guard who put him out was also hurt, but the details were sketchy. At any rate, the kid was still out, and didn't stir as he slipped out into the reception area. The right hand wall was still in tatters from what looked like a pretty recent altercation; apparently that had been a staff member going after a student as well.
He stepped out into the icy predawn air, crisp new snow crunching underfoot. He shook his head, and mumbled to himself “What have kind of institution have you signed up for now, Aaron?” Everybody here seemed so thoroughly keyed to jump to violence as a first resort, and he had no earthly clue how to communicate to these kids (or the adults for that matter) just how bad an idea that was. Nobody here seemed to understand just how bad things had gotten back in the early 20s, excepting only Hunter Ward and Director Swan. They had been there. They knew. Somehow, Aaron needed to find a way to teach this new generation how to learn those lessons of the past without repeating the same mistakes first.
His feet found their own way across the grounds to the main building, and into the cafeteria where he proceeded to pump every quarter he had into the coffee vending machine while the staff pot got brewing. Terrible brew. Just awful. Almost bad enough to make him want to add cream and sugar, but he held out against the temptation. He sat down at one of the benches and rested his head on the attached table, his mind wandering back to yesterday, quite against his wishes, and his judgement.
Director Swan had at least been understanding of his lateness; he did, after all, have quite a story to tell. Still, that was about the extent of his luck. Apparently second semester classes started yesterday rather than Monday, as he had been informed. While the Director had been apologetic, he was also adamant that he teach the afternoon class regardless of his degree of preparedness. Which was none. Apparently the school's secretary, Page Morgan, had quit in the middle of the work day yesterday without notice, and a fair few things had fallen through the cracks. Such as that he was also assigned an assistant to teach the class. One Eve Kassidy Knox. Jericho. At barely over half his age, she was already better qualified than he was to be teaching this class! Why on earth had they asked him to come here? She knew how to talk to these kids, and he just... didn't. He had nothing to say that they wanted to hear. His stupid 'ice breaking' exercise would have been a disaster if she hadn't been there to pick up the pieces for him.
He had tried to tell them the story of his morning, a cautionary tale of how vital it was to protect normal people from getting hurt, even when they seemed prone to self destructive acts. That was what he had been trying to say. But the students all thought it was funny when he got to the part about the driver breaking both hands. He was horrified. They thought it served the guy right, and one even said that he wished Aaron had roughed him up more and taken him to jail personally so as to squish him through the bars. His own view of the story made no sense to them, and once he had lost them, he had no clue how to get them back. But she silenced them with a single look. She told them the whole point of being a hero is to save lives and not take them. Even the stupid ones deserve a chance to live she'd said, or something like that. And they laughed. But they understood her. She was a rockstar to them. And no wonder she was; even having lived in near total isolation for most of the last two decades, Aaron had still heard of this young woman's heroic, self sacrificial act. Her two cybernetic arms served as reminder, in case he needed one, of what could happen to people in their line of work who were not so indestructible as he. Powers like his had to be used sparingly. It was intuitively obvious when you could potentially crack the planet in half that you had to tread lightly. But then how do you explain that to a kid who just glows in the dark? The scale of the responsibility he faced was just not something they could relate to. He had half a mind to leave her a note to teach today's class without him, and stump off to home. Instead he poured himself another pot of coffee, and waited for the sun to come up.
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Meredith
of Fiendish Intent
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Ren Lee
Location: The Mental Discipline Classroom
Mood: Nervous
Status: Tired
Nearby: Asher
Tags: @DJ MagicHat
OOC: Crap post is crap. I'msorry.
Her mother had driven her to Facility 108 in the morning.
Ren supposed her mother wanted to take a good look at the facility herself. The woman, Ria, looked thoroughly unsettled by the place. She'd never seemed very fond or very trusting of supers.
The ride had been silent.
The girl had ran her hands through her shimmering green hair, distracting herself, and staring out the window. After a moment or two in the car, the automobile had silenced itself, no longer revealing her mother's secrets.
That man she was kissing certainly didn't look like my father.
Ren had gotten out, thanked her mother for the ride, and without further ado had hauled her backpack onto her shoulder and walked into the facility. The halls were unfamiliar, and uncomfortable still - thank heavens she had a map.
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Mental Discipline. Seems legit.
Ren walked up the stairs, hands brushing the coated rail, continuing to move despite the images of hands brushing over the wood and students, other students, walking up the stairs. Although there was nobody with her, the young girl suddenly did not feel as alone, and instead quickened her step.
This class was going to be great, right?
As she walked to the room she was supposed to be in (34A, though it didn't seem the numbers on the doors were in any type of order, as 37 followed 12), Ren examined the walls. They were suspiciously bare of the things that adorned the walls of her other school - there were no posters, no inspirational quotes, no student-painted murals.
Before much time had passed, Ren had reached the classroom. Hesitantly, she turned the doorknob, hovering at the door as she waited a moment to regain her own sight. She was early.
"Professor?"
She took a seat at one of the desks in the second row, near the door, and swung her backpack down onto the floor.
Does he really blast music and carry on like that?
"Professor? I'm new here. My name's Ren, Ren Lee. Would you mind if I was to ask yours?"
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Ren Lee
Location: The Mental Discipline Classroom
Mood: Nervous
Status: Tired
Nearby: Asher
Tags: @DJ MagicHat
OOC: Crap post is crap. I'msorry.
Her mother had driven her to Facility 108 in the morning.
Ren supposed her mother wanted to take a good look at the facility herself. The woman, Ria, looked thoroughly unsettled by the place. She'd never seemed very fond or very trusting of supers.
The ride had been silent.
The girl had ran her hands through her shimmering green hair, distracting herself, and staring out the window. After a moment or two in the car, the automobile had silenced itself, no longer revealing her mother's secrets.
That man she was kissing certainly didn't look like my father.
Ren had gotten out, thanked her mother for the ride, and without further ado had hauled her backpack onto her shoulder and walked into the facility. The halls were unfamiliar, and uncomfortable still - thank heavens she had a map.
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Mental Discipline. Seems legit.
Ren walked up the stairs, hands brushing the coated rail, continuing to move despite the images of hands brushing over the wood and students, other students, walking up the stairs. Although there was nobody with her, the young girl suddenly did not feel as alone, and instead quickened her step.
This class was going to be great, right?
As she walked to the room she was supposed to be in (34A, though it didn't seem the numbers on the doors were in any type of order, as 37 followed 12), Ren examined the walls. They were suspiciously bare of the things that adorned the walls of her other school - there were no posters, no inspirational quotes, no student-painted murals.
Before much time had passed, Ren had reached the classroom. Hesitantly, she turned the doorknob, hovering at the door as she waited a moment to regain her own sight. She was early.
"Professor?"
She took a seat at one of the desks in the second row, near the door, and swung her backpack down onto the floor.
Does he really blast music and carry on like that?
"Professor? I'm new here. My name's Ren, Ren Lee. Would you mind if I was to ask yours?"
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Dusky
Succubus
Hannah Scoggan
Spyfall || Mental Discipline Classroom
It hadn't been too painful, signing up for a class. Even though it was slightly past the registration deadline, she was able to squeeze in there. For a fee, of course - she hadn't expected it to be free.
"We get late registry a lot," chatted the woman Hannah had spoken with on the phone. "Powers happen when they happen!" She didn't ask about the late manifestation, and for that Hannah was grateful.
Classification hadn't been so simple. Hannah stuck to her story staunchly. She just woke up one day a spider. They hadn't seemed satisfied with that, and they pushed, but eventually they accepted her answer.
It's with trepidation that she enters school grounds. Disembarking the public bus, she walks to the front of the property and peers in, hands wringing in front of her. She takes a tentative step onto the walkway. And another step down it. And then another. The new location puts her on edge; she isn't familiar with the nooks and crannies, and anyone could lurk within those.
She wants to turn around and run, spend another day at home with the door locked. She almost does. She isn't a brave person, never was...
But she tries.
With a deep breath, she approaches the metal detector station and makes her way through, carefully avoiding meeting the eyes of the security personnel, terrified at the prospect of a patdown. Luckily, she passes without incident, and immediately noticed the wall or rather lack thereof. She turns around to exit almost without pausing, but then she stops herself. She can't go past those guards again. She can't give up so easily.
Besides... she paid for this. So reluctantly she continues into the school.
Navigating the halls is made easier by the help of a printout map. Parts of the map are worn down, rubbed and crinkled to thinness by her restless fingers.
She pokes her head into what she hopes is her classroom, not daring to enter fully. She peers at the man standing in the classroom, presumably the teacher, and a teen girl, presumably a student, teeth worrying her lower lip.
"I-is this... Mental Discipline?" she ventures.
Spyfall || Mental Discipline Classroom
It hadn't been too painful, signing up for a class. Even though it was slightly past the registration deadline, she was able to squeeze in there. For a fee, of course - she hadn't expected it to be free.
"We get late registry a lot," chatted the woman Hannah had spoken with on the phone. "Powers happen when they happen!" She didn't ask about the late manifestation, and for that Hannah was grateful.
Classification hadn't been so simple. Hannah stuck to her story staunchly. She just woke up one day a spider. They hadn't seemed satisfied with that, and they pushed, but eventually they accepted her answer.
It's with trepidation that she enters school grounds. Disembarking the public bus, she walks to the front of the property and peers in, hands wringing in front of her. She takes a tentative step onto the walkway. And another step down it. And then another. The new location puts her on edge; she isn't familiar with the nooks and crannies, and anyone could lurk within those.
She wants to turn around and run, spend another day at home with the door locked. She almost does. She isn't a brave person, never was...
But she tries.
With a deep breath, she approaches the metal detector station and makes her way through, carefully avoiding meeting the eyes of the security personnel, terrified at the prospect of a patdown. Luckily, she passes without incident, and immediately noticed the wall or rather lack thereof. She turns around to exit almost without pausing, but then she stops herself. She can't go past those guards again. She can't give up so easily.
Besides... she paid for this. So reluctantly she continues into the school.
Navigating the halls is made easier by the help of a printout map. Parts of the map are worn down, rubbed and crinkled to thinness by her restless fingers.
She pokes her head into what she hopes is her classroom, not daring to enter fully. She peers at the man standing in the classroom, presumably the teacher, and a teen girl, presumably a student, teeth worrying her lower lip.
"I-is this... Mental Discipline?" she ventures.
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DJ MagicHat
Powerful Wizard
Asher Torchinovich
Ravemaster
Location: Mental Discipline classroom
Tags: @Meredith @Anomaly @Sopranos
OOC: LET THE MADNESS BEGIN, FRIENDS!
Asher's head snapped up suddenly as the young girl spoke to him.
"Professor? I'm new here. My name's Ren, Ren Lee. Would you mind if I was to ask yours?"
He hadn't been expecting any students to arrive so soon! He was still setting up for the lecture, and had been slightly started by the question that suddenly yanked him out from his own little world made of sharps and flats, arpeggios and WICKED SICK WUBS wait a minute. Calm. Gotta play it cool, here...
"Why, not at all my dear girl! I'm Asher Torchinovich, the instructor for Mental Discipline! I'm assuming you're new here, yes? Unfortunately you missed the first lecture for the term, but it shouldn't be too difficult for you to catch right on up to everyone else." The words tumbled out of his mouth the same way snow tends to race down mountainsides - in an unstoppable deluge, as if they were racing each other to be the first one spoken.
He only paused for a brief sip from his thermos, which he had wisely filled with hot chocolate this morning. "Don't mind the clutter, just setting up for some exercises we'll be running through today! Not to worry though, you can just take notes for today, that should be fi-"
"I-is this... Mental Discipline?"
Asher whirled around, and saw a very timid-looking girl standing in the doorway. Another early bird? Now THIS is new. I think I could get used to this.
"Why, as a matter of fact it most certainly is! Welcome, welcome! I'm Asher Torchinovich, but please feel free to call me whatever you like. Asher, Professor, Professor Torchinovich, Mister, it's all quite alright." Siiiiiiiip. "And who might you be? Feel free to take a seat wherever you'd like, by the way. Mind the cables, but don't worry - you won't have to take part in today's exercises if you missed the first lecture of the term. I believe you did, I don't recall you being there. Not to worry! Just take notes as best you can, perhaps one of your classmates will let you copy their notes."
He turned to his gear, grabbed one of the dials, and proceeded to take turns twisting it and pressing it in before pressing another button, bringing
to life in the speakers he had set up.
"Excellent!" he cried. He made a few minor adjustments to the bass and mid levels on the equalizer, waggling his butt to the beat as he did, then started setting up his guitar as well, rocking out the whole time.
Ravemaster
Location: Mental Discipline classroom
Tags: @Meredith @Anomaly @Sopranos
OOC: LET THE MADNESS BEGIN, FRIENDS!
Asher's head snapped up suddenly as the young girl spoke to him.
"Professor? I'm new here. My name's Ren, Ren Lee. Would you mind if I was to ask yours?"
He hadn't been expecting any students to arrive so soon! He was still setting up for the lecture, and had been slightly started by the question that suddenly yanked him out from his own little world made of sharps and flats, arpeggios and WICKED SICK WUBS wait a minute. Calm. Gotta play it cool, here...
"Why, not at all my dear girl! I'm Asher Torchinovich, the instructor for Mental Discipline! I'm assuming you're new here, yes? Unfortunately you missed the first lecture for the term, but it shouldn't be too difficult for you to catch right on up to everyone else." The words tumbled out of his mouth the same way snow tends to race down mountainsides - in an unstoppable deluge, as if they were racing each other to be the first one spoken.
He only paused for a brief sip from his thermos, which he had wisely filled with hot chocolate this morning. "Don't mind the clutter, just setting up for some exercises we'll be running through today! Not to worry though, you can just take notes for today, that should be fi-"
"I-is this... Mental Discipline?"
Asher whirled around, and saw a very timid-looking girl standing in the doorway. Another early bird? Now THIS is new. I think I could get used to this.
"Why, as a matter of fact it most certainly is! Welcome, welcome! I'm Asher Torchinovich, but please feel free to call me whatever you like. Asher, Professor, Professor Torchinovich, Mister, it's all quite alright." Siiiiiiiip. "And who might you be? Feel free to take a seat wherever you'd like, by the way. Mind the cables, but don't worry - you won't have to take part in today's exercises if you missed the first lecture of the term. I believe you did, I don't recall you being there. Not to worry! Just take notes as best you can, perhaps one of your classmates will let you copy their notes."
He turned to his gear, grabbed one of the dials, and proceeded to take turns twisting it and pressing it in before pressing another button, bringing
to life in the speakers he had set up.
"Excellent!" he cried. He made a few minor adjustments to the bass and mid levels on the equalizer, waggling his butt to the beat as he did, then started setting up his guitar as well, rocking out the whole time.
TerraBooma
Two Thousand Club
Kennith looked up at the entrance to the Commonwealth HQ, a bit impressed. Not with the building itself, but rather what was in it. Inside it's walls was one of the more powerful organizations around, it was something akin to awe inspiring for those who liked to take note of this sort of thing. Kennith...wasn't one of those people, but he still found the feats of the organization somewhat impressive. He was wearing some comfortable clothes, just a basic green T-shirt
"So uh...miss, what are we supposed to do today?" Kennith asked with a curious look on his face. "We're here on some kind of tour thing right?" Kennith looked to the others, who seemed to be in varying states of boredom. He hadn't talked much at all, being the new kid in everything, but he felt like there was probably some kind of merit to figuring just what they were supposed to do. He had liked his group well enough so far, and if nothing else, they were pretty friendly. "I'm Kennith by the way, most folks call me Kenny though. I don't think I've introduced myself to you guys yet." He let out a sheepish chuckle, but continued on conversation with the group anyway.
"So...nice to meet you guys?" He grinned and turned back to their tour guide. At least, who he thought was their tour guide.
"So what do you do around here yourself anyway?"
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Location: Facility 108 Main Hallway --> On way to Collateral Damage Class
Tags: @Manic Muse
Mood: Less pissed
Group: Skyfall
OOC: Alexis is meaner.
Alexis has not bothered to look back at the tiny twerp; if she had any sense, she wouldn't make a peep. But apparently, the twerp had no chill. Alexis probably would've respected her more if the insult hadn't been directed towards her.
"With a BIG butt like that, it must be hard to navigate on such stubby legs, but why not give it a try!" At first, Alexis blinked, utterly bewildered the kitten had something in her. But then came the pure anger, whipping around to face the girl with her teeth bared in an almost animal-like stare. Apparently, the little girl had realized she'd fucked up, too, frozen on the spot, eyes widened. And just when Alexis thought the girl couldn't get any more stupid, was when the girl literally squeezed her eyes shut, and ran in her direction!
Alexis almost laughed. Instead, she scoffed with a grin on her face, and grabbed her tail at the very last second, yanking her back. "This thing's pretty handy. For me." Alexis said with a dreary tone, one that sounded almost disinterested. "Listen, kid." Alex growled, tone becoming just the slightest bit darker. "I don't have the patience to beat you up, nor will it be half as entertaining or rewarding because you're so damn tiny. So don't fuck with me again." No, she was not going to mention she was one more slip-up away from containment. That could be used against her. And she wasn't going to risk it.
Alexis let go of her hold on cat-girl's tail. And started up the stairs.
"You've got guts, though. I'll give you that." Alexis said, once again, speaking but not looking at who she was speaking too. She sounded strangely at ease, though perhaps Izzy would be able to tell there was more bitterness to it than anything. "You in collateral damage?" Alex paused. "I wonder how much collateral damage a cat could do." She mused.
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Bag o Fruit
Tour fog abbé
Mood: Why am I here.
Location: Commonwealth blah blah office.
Company: Eponymous group.
"Hmph." Chris stood, leaning up against one wall, with a hood over most of his face. He'd woken up even earlier than was necessary to get here on time, because SOMEONE decided to crawl out of bed and turn the orphanage's TV on at 100% volume (yes he fucking knew it wasn't called an orphanage but whatever) at 2:00 in the morning. Probably Jordan. And who decided this was unacceptable behavior? Goddamn nobody. 'Group home'. More like Schrodinger's fucking box of kids. As in unobserved. As in... unsupervised. It's too goddamn early to edit one's internal monologue for vocabulary. Unless you're that Heywood guy, apparently.
Anyway, they sent the same damn agent to pick him up. He's still pissed, it turns out. Chris wasn't aware there was a feature in any car where the seat belt wouldn't unbuckle without a key, and he was still pretty sure that was illegal, but there it was in a government car. God bless America. Fortunately, he was going to be moving to Baltimore on Sunday, so the commute wouldn't be an issue for long. Wasn't supposed to have been an issue today, but then at the end of class yesterday the teacher was like 'Don't forget the class field trip we're doing tomorrow on a day that's not a school day!' and Chris was like 'What.'
Now, here was Chris with a headache resulting from 4 hours of sleep and the group home supervisor's robotic refusal to make a 'child' coffee (fucking shit, the rule is supposed to be discretionary! DETERMINE AGE WITH YOUR EYES.) and on top of this, leaning against a wall inside the Ministry of Equality itself, listening to his classmates go 'O-oh, Director Scarlett, oh wow, may our feeble praise please your most mighty ears!' Ugh. At least she wasn't playing along.
Chris glanced up from under his hoodie. She wasn't as tall as he would have thought.
Lucas Marsolet
Mood: Mumble mumbl-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Location: M-My house!
Company: Mister McNabb!!?
OOC: Yes, I did have his permission.
Lucas awoke to a pleasant guitar melody accompanying Ryan Marshall asking where he'd been. Wait, no, asking his son. *Tap.* This was the second day in a row that his phone had woken him up with a song from a 34 year old band that broke up before he was born, only this time that was actually the song he had asked for. Unusual, to say the least. *Tap.* Anyway, the next thing he noticed was a holy-shit-array of scents. According to the aroma, someone had made a breakfast of about 100 pounds of bacon and a cup of coffee. And then sprayed it with Lysol? *Tap.* Lucas decided to investigate this in about 10 minutes, as one does when they're sleeping.
"Siri. Hit snooze." *Tap.* "Zut." As always, his phone was acting up. Siri wouldn't talk to him and the music was being played with a tapping sound. *Tap.* *Tap.* *Tap.* *Tap.* Wait... *Tap.* That wasn't from his phone. *Tap.* Lucas shifted around in his bed and glanced across the roo- TORTÀDIEU!
Mood: This situation may have been handled incorrectly.
Location: Lucas Marsolet's House.
Company: Lucas Marsolet
OOC: Yes, I did have my permission.
How to Wake Someone Up
Part 1- Waking them naturally.
1 Make them a coffee or aromatic tea. Check.
2 Fill the room with an appetizing scent. Check.
3 Make a bit of noise. In progress.
4 Open the curtains to let in some light. Check (already open).
5 Adjust the temperature. ... Check? Already below optimum sleeping temperature.
As Allen McNabb stood in Lucas Marsolet's bedroom with a surprised look on his face, clicking his heels like Dorothy, the real brains behind his operation raced furiously back and forth wondering where they had gone wrong.
We followed the guidebook perfectly! The coffee and bacon are on the bedside table. According to the internet, an appropriate serving is one mug of coffee and as much bacon as is available. Then we looked through his cleaning drawer for a producer of a citrusy scent and sprayed it around in the air. Atmospheric conditions could not be better! Now here we are clicking Allen's heels together, like it says: "A quiet click of the heels on your shoes will probably be enough." ... We basically own these shoes. But, more to the point, this wake-up procedure went off perfectly! And here is this screaming child! Where did we go wrong!? Ugh. Alright, activate the Broca's area...
"Errrr... Good phorning." Drat, lips are drying up again. Commencing licking... Allen scrubbed at his lips with his tongue and tried again.
"Good mmmorning. W-I, I Allen McNabb the singular. Am your new Emotional Composure teacher. Yes. I am here to escort you to impound. This is completely normal. I am a normal person." Nailed it. We're so sneaky!
Lucas Marsolet
Mood: 0___0
Location: My house!
Company: Mister McNabb!
OOC: Yes, I still have his permission.
"I-I-I... I... Okay? I don't know if that's true but I accept this situation!"
"Right! Of course! Acceptance. That... is the seventh stage of grief. You have my sympathies for your... car. You have them."
A seventy-year-old man assured Lucas that he was in possession of his sympathies. Haven't I already suffered enough for being late yesterday!?
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