Bananas for all...!

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A. MAKESHIFT BAKE SALES

[Except it's free.

Nana has carved out a little space on the Quad and set-up a stall -- she actually has a collapsible one, for just this purpose -- and a big sign that says "BANANICE BREAD, COOKIES, AND MUFFINS!" There are little hearts and stars drawn on it for good measure.

And, indeed, there is a cornucopia (plaintainacopia?) on the stall, with baked muffins, slices of banana bread, and cookies. There are also some slices of banana cream pie, though those are in shorter supply. And Nana is behind them, looking cheerful as ever.

There are no price tags.]

B. KATANA PRACTICE TIME

[In the Mythril Cage, Nana has taken some time to work on her sparring. She is wearing a tank top and shorts -- and, for once, her hair isn't pinned up in banana-shaped tails, but is instead in a loose ponytail behind her. Her hair is a lot longer than it looks, normally; it hangs down past her shoulders.

She isn't, at the moment, using her Flame-summoned katanas; she is, instead, using wooden practice swords. She has paired blades in her hands, and has just finished with one of the forms she learned. She swings the blades down, resting the tips against the mats, and sighs.]

Hm, still need some work...

[She murmurs it aloud; probably to herself, but anyone nearby might well hear. She was off in her own little world, and didn't quite notice.]

C. COMING IN AFTER A HIKE (Lumiere 3rd floor)

[Very periodically, Nana goes out into the woods outside of Daybreak for a hike. She doesn't usually tell people when she's leaving; she usually isn't gone for more than a couple hours. It, perhaps, looks like when she is getting some 'her' time.

But today she is rolling in a little after dinner, closer to 8:00 PM, because it took longer. Her hiking boots have a few dried, dead leaves stuck to them -- and her coat has some flecks of snow dust on it, though she wiped most off.

She yawns, stifling it with her hand, as she trudges down the hall.]

D. WILDCARD

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[shockingblue]

[Gunvolt himself had made for the Mythril Cage today, and spent a good amount of time training himself. Though less about marksmanship and lightning control, and more about general wellness, fitness, speed, and agility training. He'd finished his routine now, hair on his head and workout clothes soaked with sweat, alternating between catching his breath and drinking a sports drink. On his way, though, he caught sight of Nana practicing; and he stopped nearby to watch her.

When she paused and murmured her thoughts aloud, he overheard them, and approached.]

I've never seen a fighting style like that before, Nana. You looked pretty cool, I gotta say.

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[Nana wipes sweat from her brow and looks up, eyes blinking a couple of times. She spots Gunvolt and then smiles; it takes her a second, since she usually practices alone. She tilts her head up, and waves a hand -- her spare practice blade leans against her hip, til she grabs it again.]

Oh, hello, Gunvolt!

[Nana laughs.] Thank you. I've been practicing a lot for over a year, now. I've had to make up for lost time.

[shockingblue]

Lost time?

[He blinked, wondering if it was simply because of when her powers awakened, or if there was something else that had interfered with her training.]

That looked like it was pretty hard, too. I've heard even using one katana can take a long time to learn how to use well, let alone trying to dual wield them.

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Well... they say it takes a lifetime to master the blade, or something! [...her guide to this may have been fighting games and samurai movies.

But she laughs, a little.]

But my Flame gave me two katana. So... I had to learn to use them as fast as I could.

[shockingblue]

[And her guide is enough to fool GV, at least.]

That makes sense. Have you talked to Professor Kiske? He sounds like a swordsman of some great skill. If you need an opponent sometime, he might be a good benchmark for your training?

[Not that there aren't plenty of accomplished swordsmen at the Academy, he was just the first one that came to mind.]

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[yokeye]

[Toki waves upon approaching Nana's table.]

Nana~! Hello~!

[He hasn't seen much of her since the banquet, but somehow he's not surprised to find another table full of banana things; even if it is the middle of winter and she's decided to set this up outside.]

Where do you bake all these!? Do you have an oven in your dorm room!?

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Oh, hello, Rikugou-san! [Nana smiles, cheerfully; she remembers him. They met in similar circumstances, after all, didn't they?

She waves, then nods. Her eyes drift down to the food on her table.]

Not in my dorm room! But I use the kitchen on the first floor sometimes!

[A lot. Almost daily.]

[yokeye]

I didn't know we could use that~!

[Somewhere closer than the science lab to utilize for making... things.]

Are you cold out here? I can bring you coffee~!

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Mm-hm! You might want to ask someone at the school, but... most of the staff know I'm always baking by now.

[Then Nana blinks.]

Oh, no, please, you don't need to trouble yourself!

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[hippocarnival]

[Yuya bends the script book back slightly so he can better read the part. Practicing script started out as a way to work on pronouncing English, then went into practicing delivery, and then just fun. There's no audience except students coming in and out of the second floor common room, which tends to be sparing with less busy rooms.] So do you think you want to be Olivia or Viola?

[Viola is playing closer to both their type, and with same gendered characters Yuya decides to leave the choice to her.]

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Hm, well...

[Nana always liked this. It's a way to relax -- and to practice both English and delivery. And, it's a chance to really drill down into a character and a script, and think about how to perform it.

Besides, Yuya's someone who she doesn't mind not being sure she could get the roll right with.]

I could try Olivia. I'm a little against type, but.. it's not bad?

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya nods.] Even if it is, I know you'll figure it out!

[He grins with an encouraging thumbs up, then looks back to the script.] That means you have the first line, so you can start when you're ready.

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[Nana nods, looking down at her copy of the script. Her expression scrunches up -- there's that thoughtful look she gets before she drops into a role. Then, she gets a bit of a distant look and... sighs, a little dramatically.]

Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face. [She plucks a hoodie off a chair, then tugs the coat on, before pulling her hood up.]

We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

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[compendiem]

[ Over the course of the month, Minato's concluded that the dangers of this school have less to do with demons and monster and more to do with the fact that on non-school days, he's free to sleep all day if he wants, and when he's awake, there's food everywhere- freely and abundantly and like a siren call he's never able to resist, turning off the path and towards Nana's little stall.

He doesn't have much money on him, so he fingers the wallet in his coat pockets a little as he looks from item to item, to the hearts and stars on the sign, and very belatedly finally makes eye contact with Nana. ]

...What's a "bananice"?

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Oh, it's a pun! On... bananas. Being nice. Bana-nice!

[Nana motions to everything here, which is -- in fact -- banana-flavored. Her smile suggests she is rather proud of this pun. She claps her hands together.]

So all of this is Bananice!

Take whatever you'd like!

[compendiem]

[ Free stuff is always bananice- plain regular nice too- so Minato helps himself to a slice of banana bread he can hold onto with a napkin and not worry about having to readjust his grip like he would a muffin or slice of pie. ]

...It's pretty bananice. Mm... Better than nice. Bananalicious?

[ It's good, surprisingly so, especially when he isn't used to French cuisine in general and still longs for Japanese food that he'd had to go without for the past several years of his life. Food is food and food is good. ]

Did you bake all this? What's it for?

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[Nana fights back a giggle. Banalicious? That (somehow) is a new one on her.] I might have to steal that as a tagline.

[She looks on happily -- even replacing the taken slice with one that she'd kept under the table.]

I did! It's... well, it's just to be nice. I thought the other students might like some food, so...

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[deuteranope]

[Maverick's outside when she returns, leaning against the wall and smoking with a shovel next to him. He wants to wait until later on, just in case more snow happens closer to curfew, but he likes making his intent known. And he's not sure Imelda can punish him if he's smoking outside? It's an experiment.

His eyes trail her appearance, then he smirks and raises an eyebrow.]

Bury a body, banana jammer?

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[Nana slows a little, as she sees Maverick... standing there, smoking. She blinks at him, and raises a hand to greet him.]

Hello, Maverick! No, no! I was just taking a hike.

[...to do something secret, but shh.]

It's a nice way to get my mind off things.

[deuteranope]

[do something secret like BURY A BODY]

I didn't know your mind got on things other than theater and bananas, preferably not in that order -- and yes, I'm aware how fucking shitty that sounds.

[He's being open and honest! A good, trustworthy boy doing nothing wrong!!]

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[There's a brief hint of a frown. Then she forces a smile, like she can just ignore the comment.]

...I think about plenty of things. Even if I do like theater and bananas a lot.

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[punshots]

[ Look, even if they can eat for free at the cafeteria, Prompto is definitely not about to pass up free sweets. Especially ones that look this good! It's fine, he already went on a run this morning, he can justify a few extra calories... ]

Oh, hey! How much're these?

[ He doesn't see a price tag, but he's still assuming they'll cost something. If she made all these, she deserves some payment! ]

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[Nana sits up straight when Prompto approaches, though she wasn't slouching. Still, appearances! She waves, then looks down at the treats, then...

Blinks?]

Oh, they're free!

[punshots]

Free? For real?! Heh, that's super bananice of you!

[ ...Though he's really not sure what a bananice even is, he couldn't resist the pun. He still feels like there should be some kind of tip jar to drop some change into or something, but after hesitating a moment longer, he picks up one of the banana muffins to munch on. He kinda woke up too late this morning for breakfast... ]

You must really like bananas, huh?

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I try to be as bananice as possible!

[Nana looks delighted at the use of the pun. She claps her hands together. Indeed, there's no tip jar in sight.]

They're my favorite food! And I've learned some new recipes since coming here, too...