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daybreakacademy2019-02-03 12:51 pm
playitagain) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-02-03 12:51 pm
Bananas for all...!
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
[If you wanna do a thing, hit me up on Discord or Plurk!!]
[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
[If you wanna do a thing, hit me up on Discord or Plurk!!]
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