[Open] The Great Sled Race

[nor_iron_bars]

Who: Jailbreak and whoever wants to make terrible life-choices for a good grade.
What: Magical transportation.
When: Late January.
Where: On a hill just outside campus.
Warnings: Reckless sled-driving, Jailbreak.

I. young blood

So, remember like five months ago when somebody said "can we have class outside?" [Jailbreak does double-fingerguns and winks at her class, apparently totally unbothered by the fact that she's standing in actual snow and still wearing a sleeveless top.] You're welcome.

[She's the worst.]

But seriously, today we're out here for one reason and one reason only: to let you guys see what you're gonna be working with for your next project.

[She grins, and gestures to the row of wooden toboggans behind her.]

See, we're gonna be having a little competition. One week from now, you're all gonna meet up here on top of this hill, and race to the bottom. First one to the finish line wins. In that time, you're allowed to modify these sleds in whatever way you want- magic, science, magic science- go nuts.

Winner gets a prize. The prize is secret for reasons.

As for cheating... well, you oughtta know class policy by now.

[She winks.]

If you don't get caught, it didn't happen.

[May God have mercy on your frostbitten souls.]


II. here to start a riot

[It's the day of the race.]

[Maybe you're here to race. Maybe you're here to watch. Maybe you're just hoping to prevent this from inevitably becoming a complete and utter disaster.]

[Whatever the reason, you're here. Up at the top of the hill is a starting line, down at the bottom is the finish, both of them clearly marked. Next to the starting line on either side are a pair of wooden benches, for spectators.]

[Jail is leaning casually on a large golden trophy cup that's sitting on the end of the bench. The cup has a lid, which is moving slightly. She leans a little more of her weight on it and the lid settles back down with a muffled rustling noise.]

[It's probably fine.]

Who's ready to race?

Comments

[nor_iron_bars]

[Listen. He's trying his best and Jail, for one, is delighted by the result.]

Good luck, kid! [Thumbs up from her. She'll probably intervene if it looks like anyone's about to die, it's fine.]

[alreadyhuman]

[ Vivi takes several attempts to get his staff properly aligned. He takes it in and out several times, like he's unsatisfied with the results, before it finally clicks into place.

Energy gathers around him for a moment, and then a giant explosion of fire spews out from the back of his makeshift engine, melting the snow and toasting anything behind him in a significant radius, and OFF HE GOES, INTO THE GREAT UNKNOWN, which happens to be leaping off the hill and technically, clearing the finishing line by a significant vertical margin.

Whether the yelling he's doing as he soars through the air is excited or fearful is up to interpretation. There's a thump as his fire peters out and he lands.

In a tree.

It's fine. ]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail observes the arc of his flight with mild interest, not seeming too concerned about the situation.]

[Vivi's a pretty sturdy kid and the tree seems like it cushioned his fall okay, it's probably fine.]

Hey, give us a thumbs-up or something if you're not dying, okay?

[alreadyhuman]

[ Vivi pokes his head out of the tree, snow dislodging from its leaves, and gives Jail a vigorous thumbs up.

It is a pretty tall tree, so even his loudest efforts are

somewhat affected by distance. ]

I'm okay! I don't know how I'm gonna get down, though!

[nor_iron_bars]

Cool, just hold on there a sec. [Jail casually ambles over to the tree, approaches it, and proceeds to walk directly up the side of the trunk as though the law of gravity doesn't apply to her.]

[To be fair, laws aren't something she pays much attention to anyway.]

View's not bad from up here. Real scenic.