merry crisis

[spelleton]

Who: Disaster faculty, equally disastrous TAs
When: IT'S CHRISTMAS
Where: Campus grounds, then faculty room probably
What: Ekkehardt wants to actually socialize with his coworkers for once, in a vaguely seasonal manner

This Was, Quite Possibly, A Mistake.
Warnings: Inadvisable use of fire, inadvisable amounts of alcohol, anything else will have warnings added on

Comments

SNOW-CLEARING

[spelleton]

[ Shoveling snow from the faculty dorms was supposed to be the point of this little exercise, but, uh... ]

[arcadianvampire]

[Let it be known that Valvatorez was a hard worker. And he was often stubborn, set in his ways, and tempted to do things the old fashioned way. So at first, he went at the snow with a shovel like a normal person; fairly effortlessly throwing away mounds of snow over his shoulder.

But y'know what. No.

Partway through, he remembered. He's a daemon. And it's not that he can't do it the old fashioned way, but... y'know what? Screw it. Maybe other faculty members have been a bad influence, or maybe it's because of his students. Either way, it's not that he stops working on shoveling. It's more that he finds a nice spot to lean against a wall, waving his finger around rather effortlessly as dark magic tendrils dug at the snow at an easy pace.

He does seem to be waiting with baited breath; someone, surely, was going to start something. And that's what he's most looking forward to.]

[spelleton]

[ Ekkehardt leans on his shovel, momentarily pausing his digging. He has no breath to catch, but it's the look of the thing. ]

Not exhorting the values of hard work to the rooftops? I'm surprised at you. [ His voice is teasing. ]

[arcadianvampire]

[Val grins, somewhat evilly, but with absolutely no sense of malice whatsoever.]

Precision application of dark magic is work. Besides, I put in like eighty hour weeks most times of the year, what is anyone gonna do about it? I don't owe anyone anything at this point.

Besides, it's Christmas. I'm already doing more work than that layabout Cratchit.

Did somebody say snowball fight

[imyoubut]

[So the newest member of Daybreak's faculty caught wind that there would be a gathering. Yeah, it was mostly to help clear snow, which was boring peasant work, but she was fine with helping out. After all, there were numerous spells she could use to make the process go a lot faster. So she does help move the snow out of the way...and onto her ever growing snow fort. She's got several snowballs already made and the first person who walks by (and the next, and the next, and the-) will be greeted by a soft, cold, and round surprise.]

[bejustorbedead]

[Surprisingly, given the man's general demeanor, when he was struck with a snowball - he didn't cry out or scold, but instead, he wipes the snow off the side of his face, scanning the growing fort before darting behind a tree.

Fingers deftly formed snowballs - but he didn't go out from behind the tree - instead he crept behind the bushes intending to circle around to catch the new faculty unawares]

[imyoubut]

[A direct hit! Although it seems she won't be able to land another one so easily. This man was fast. Another member of the faculty, no doubt. That is who's supposed to be here, after all, but his reaction time and problem solving seemed beyond what most students might be capable of. How fun! Though she's lost visual on him for the moment. A pity, but all that means is she has to keep her guard up. He'll have to show himself eventually. And the best way to do that is with some bait.

...but using magic isn't very sporting. A pity, but it seems that she'll have to be the bait this time around. Everything from her shoulders to her head is peaking out over the walls of her fort. She looks around closely, carefully scanning the area before tossing a snowball towards the tree she last saw him. It's doubtful he's still there, but hopefully she can spook him into revealing his position. If not...well she's kind of a sitting duck, but at least she can launch a counterattack if he gets a good shot in.]

[nor_iron_bars]

FIRE IN THE HOLE!

[That's about all the warning you're going to get before the snow in the immediate area is annihilated by some kind of makeshift... hairspray grenade?]

[Listen. Jail said she was going to experiment with homemade flamethrowers and she fucking meant it.]

[At least she's clearing pretty large patches of snow pretty fast? Even if it is starting to smell kind of like a barber shop out here.]

[spelleton]

I should be showing my disapproval, but you'd take it as encouragement to continue.

[ He's long accepted that saying no to Jail just encourages her. Still holding his shovel, he's retreated to just out of range of the flames. ]

[nor_iron_bars]

[The only time Jail takes no for an answer is when she's flirting with someone.]

See, this is why we trust you to do medicine- all that common sense and pattern recognition. Wanna find out how hard I can chuck one of these things? I brought a tennis racket.

[imyoubut]

[...well, so much for the fort she had been working on. Urtz herself is fine, but she knows better than to take that for granted. Casting a spell to transform herself into mist, she pops over to where Jail is standing and poofs herself back to normal, ending the spell.]

We haven't seen each other for a few weeks now and this is the welcome you decide to give me? I'm not sure if I should be amused or upset.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Faced with the possibility of a displeased changeling, Jail thinks quickly and summons up all her hard-earned experience with fast-talking pretty women.]

I'll let you use the tennis racket if you agree to go with "amused"?

[Well, it's worth a shot.]

C'mon, it'll be fun. Bet you can launch one of these suckers halfway across the courtyard. [Because, you know, the part where she was throwing small explosives around wasn't bad enough without adding in the idea of physically hitting them out of midair.]

[unpocoloco]

He has come prepared! Héctor enters the ring in a sweater from Maverick, an embroidered skirt from Jailbreak (let him live his unlife) over his pants, a hat, fingerless gloves, a coat from Valvatorez, and no less than three scarves. The cold can't even touch him. He appears to be grinning wildly though it's hard to tell behind the scarves.

He picks up a shovel to begin his first true shoveling experience. He quickly discovers, however, that it's terrible. He departs, but not for long. A fancy school like this is bound to have some fancy wheeled thingie, be it a literal four-wheeler, an ATV, or a riding lawnmower. With a little bit of dubious finagling, he gets a shovel attached to the front. Perfect, he thinks. This will solve everything, he says to himself.

However, his return is marked by him being dragged through the snow behind it.

"HELP! I CAN'T TURN IT OFF!"

lemme know if this is good or if you'd like me to change anything

[imyoubut]

...now there's something you don't see every day. Urtz has yet to meet Héctor, but even if she doesn't know him, she's not about to turn someone who needs help away. Granted she's never helped someone out of a situation like this before. It's probably best she turn the machine off first before helping this man. Shouldn't be too hard, it doesn't seem to be moving too fast. "Hold on, I'll be there soon!"

Urtz closes the distance between herself and the vehicle before long and hops onto the driver's seat. Lots of levers and buttons that she doesn't recognize. One of these should turn it off, but it could just as easily make it go faster or do something else. Probably for the best if she just pull the key out of the ignition and call it a day.

...and it's frozen.

"Well. This is awkward."

It's perfect

[unpocoloco]

All the while, he's still desperately trying to tug the machine back, throw it off its course, get it to stop, something. Even with the added weight of another person, it doesn't seem to slow. The new arrival is his only hope.

And she says that.

"What? Awkward?! What do you mean?! What's wrong with it?!"

SOCIALIZING

[spelleton]

[ Everyone's tired/bored/etc of shoveling snow! Time to go in and warm up with drinking and possible gift-giving and the like. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The vampire leaned against the back of the couch, long legs dangling over the side, having already dropped off his gifts - surprised at himself for having a somewhat sizable list, recalling somewhat fondly of someone teasing him for a Scrooge-like attitude towards the holidays.

There seem to be traces of glitter all over him? Soon as someone notices, he gives them a sharp look, as if daring them to comment as he idly played with a Christmas cracker]

Enjoyed your bit of merry-making outside?

[spelleton]

I did. [ He leans against the back of the couch in a rare moment of relaxing his composure. ] It looks like you've already had your merry-making. Or had someone else's idea of it applied to you.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Someone's idea of a gift.

[He replied with an airiness, though there's quiet mirth behind it]

Unfortunately, it will take a while for it to come off.

MOVIE WATCHING

[spelleton]

[ For all your awful movie reaction threads. ]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Moriarty - now having mostly recovered from his near-death experience at the hands of the galra, beyond his left arm's forearm and hand being unnervingly small and childlike - is just calmly sitting on a couch, leaning to one side with one legs crossed over the other. There's...what looks like glitter on the bottom of his soles, and he's got a nice looking cane leaning quietly against the headrest, also with spots of glitter.

Mostly, he just looks as if he's watching a bunch of movies he's seen multiple times - barely paying attention and even looking a little sleepy.]

Mmmm...though I appreciate the art of film making, the stories often leave something to be desired.

[nor_iron_bars]

Good news: I found something that doesn't have that problem at all.

[Jail is grinning and holding up a blank DVD. This can't be good.]

You can't have a bad story if there's no story to begin with.

[...There's writing on the DVD in green sharpie. It says CATS.]

[Oh no.]

[bejustorbedead]

I'm not sure if understanding modern science better would make this easier for me to follow, because... I'm not sure if this is right.

[Ky just shook his head, lips pursed in confusion]

I feel like the earth not rotating would cause such a massive thunderstorm.

[imyoubut]

[Sitting not too far off is a newcomer to the faculty. Moriarty might have seen her around a few days prior, getting herself acquainted with the school before she was officially on its payroll, but either way this non-human newcomer is quite content. And despite Moriarty's current state, she neither stares nor attempts to call attention to it.]

I can't say I disagree. Traditional theater has always been my preference, but the convenience of film is impossible to ignore.

[subconmodo]

[Is he ready for this?

Yes.

Absolutely.

Avery was born ready.

He whips out his finest collection. The creme de la creme. The solid gold. The best he has to offer.

His collection of every Neil Breen movie known to man.]

Pick your poison!