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daybreakacademy2020-01-23 07:34 pm
nor_iron_bars) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-01-23 07:34 pm
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[Open] The Great Sled Race
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?
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?
no subject
Tear the whole thing down, if you ask me. Corrupt as it comes if the courts aren't actually interested in actual fairness. For all that you hear humans talk about "might makes right" being unacceptable, they just find clever ways to obfuscate it with money and bureaucracy instead of actual strength. That's one thing daemons have: you know exactly how things work with them.
[Val has opinions about this sort of thing, and for as traditionalist as he often may seem, he could still be radical in his own ways. He's a weird one for sure. ...He keeps quiet on the matter of insurance companies too, which is another thing he assuredly has opinions about thanks to...
Well, the less said about it the better, he figures. Enough people already know by this point already.]
Ah well, no need for me to prattle on about that. Not when there's plenty of good times to be had by watching the fruits of labor your students sowed.
no subject
[No law for the ones who break it, and no law for the ones that make it... just the ones without the luck or power to avoid it. Yeah, she can see where he's coming from.]
Y'know, if you're in the mood for some extra action... they just told me I couldn't sell tickets. [She grins.] Nobody said I couldn't run a betting pool.