[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?

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[Jail glances briefly at her phone.] Eh, should be fine, we're not starting for another fifteen minutes.

You sure you wanna do it here, though? Might spoil any surprise advantage, if everyone else gets a good look at how it works ahead of time.

[descolation]

[Ah, fifteen minutes. A weird amount of time that is both a lot of time and very little. Desco purses her lips, thinking for a moment. On the one hand, Jail is right. Letting the other racers know what her plan is would lose cause her to lose her advantage. On the other, she doesn't have enough time to change spots and still compete in the race.

Luckily she has a fool-proof plan.]

EVERYONE LISTEN UP! DESCO IS GOING TO TEST RUN HER TOBOGGAN, SO CAN EVERYONE PLEASE TURN AROUND AND NOT LOOK? THANK YOU!

[Desco then turns to Jail, smiling at her and giving her a thumbs up.]

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[Shit, that's so cute. Goddammit.]

Welp, you all heard the lady. [Jail shrugs and turns around, putting her back to Desco.]

[Sure, you can just keep watching, but you'll have to live with yourself knowing you disappointed this tiny adorable daemon child.]

[descolation]

[Desco smiles brightly at Miss Jailbreak turning around and looks around at everyone else. It seems like most if not all people are going along with her idea, which only makes her smile grow bigger. Sure it's possible they might just turn around once she's started, but that thought doesn't even cross her mind. Instead she readies herself as Octy's body tenses up like a spring wound to its tightest point.]

Okay, Octy! Let's do this!

[Octy's tentacles kick off the ground at the exact time the two big tendrils in the front let go. The end result is a massive burst of speed as Desco goes flying, practically ripping through the air and laughing all the way. The two of them almost make it across the finish line in one single jump. Unfortunately controlling the direction is a bit difficult, to the point that Desco and Octy end up spinning around for a bit, finishing the test run by sliding down the hill on their side, but at least the practice was a success.]

It worked, Miss Jailbreak!

[Though Jail probably can't see it from down the hill, there's a huge smile plastered all over Desco's face.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jailbreak is still facing in the opposite direction, because she will voluntarily disappoint the small adorable daemon child when Hell freezes over and no sooner.]

Fuck yeah it did, that sounded awesome.

[Well, it didn't sound like a disastrous crash, anyway, and she can definitely identify those from sound alone.]

[descolation]

It was awesome!

[And up she goes, bounding up the hill. She does so quickly, but making sure to conserve as much magical energy as possible so she's not tired out when the race officially starts. Before long she's back at her starting position, swaying back and forth excitedly.]

You can turn around now, Miss Jailbreak. Desco wouldn't want you to miss the big race!

[nor_iron_bars]

Sweet. [Jailbreak turns around with double-fingerguns and a wink, because honestly why do anything like a normal person when you can make it marginally more dramatic.]