[Open] Heat Haze

[nor_iron_bars]

Who: Jail, various bystanders, and you.
What: Installation and maintenance.
When: Throughout July.
Where: Anywhere on campus.
Warnings: Jailbreak continues to Jailbreak.


I. Hot air

[Usually, Jail's own worktable in her room provided enough for her to work with. But some projects required a little extra space. And, well, if you've got the resources so generously provided by an institute as well-funded as Daybreak, you may as well make use of them while you have the opportunity. Hence why you might potentially run into Jail working on something large and complex with a lot of fiddly mechanical parts in the Anvil of Hadur.]

[Which is pretty reasonable and fine. The part that's a little less reasonable is the bit where she's also wearing headphones...]

-can tell your boyfriend, if he says he got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuckin' scared of him~!

[And singing along to the music. Loudly.]

[Man, the acoustics are great in here.]


II. Cool breeze

[So, interesting fun fact: up until this year, Daybreak Academy did not have an actual air conditioning system. Mostly due to the fact that the majority of the campus had been built multiple centuries ago.]

[And by "this year" we mean "literally the start of this month", because Jail is physically in the process of installing one.]

[For once she'd chosen to ask permission instead of forgiveness, and had received it for everywhere except the classrooms, library, and belltower.]

[Stupid historic building preservation codes.]

[Anywhere else, you may hear some quiet clanking and sotto voce profanity going on in a steady rhythm somewhere above your head. If so, you can look up to find Jail sitting on the ceiling and tinkering with a newly-installed air vent, defying the laws of both gravity and work safety.]

[On the bright side, if you hang around long enough, you could learn some really interesting new vocabulary.]


III. Summertime

[Wild card, offer your own prompt.]

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[nor_iron_bars]

[Admittedly, Jail has also been spending time at the beach. It's just that when your usual mode of transportation is a magical flying car, it's a lot easier to just wander off for a day and come back when you feel like it, instead of having to actually plan out a longer trip.]

[Fortunately, Jolyne will actually be able to find her on campus today. Specifically, if she walks down the hallway that leads to the cafeteria, she'll be able to hear the distinct sound of snoring... overlaid with the kind of rasp that comes from somebody breathing through a gas mask.]

[Following the sound to the source will lead her to the metal grate high up in the wall that marks one of the ventilation ducts for Daybreak's new air conditioning. Due to having a grasp of basic security, Jail went out of her way to make almost all of the vents too small to crawl through... except for this specific one, which needed to be larger for reasons she'd described as "engineering and magic being bullshit just to make me angry".]

[So, naturally, she'd been warding the heck out of it and adding some more mundane security measures instead, to make up for that. Except that, well... she's been installing the AC system for an entire university campus on short notice. It's been kind of a long day.]

[Sometimes, you just have to nap wherever the urge finds you.]

[Even if that place is inside a vent.]

[strings_theory]

[... What the fuck is that noise actually? But she can kind of get the whole gas mask thing from the snoring and purse her lips while looking for the source. Vents. Okay, cool, that's fine, no normal human can fit through that kind of shit. Luckily it's not hard to find That Specific Vent and she's not one to remotely ever let anyone do anything if she needs them.

Which is exactly why she's doing the moderately intelligent thing and just kind of using her stupid familiar's ability to sneak a few strings up there to try and poke and prod at Jail to see if that'll get her attention. She's not about to do something more and potentially risk real runes, real security, or Jail maybe trying to take her face off.

Bitch, she don't know your life and what you fucking do.

Even if she's standing not that far off from the grate to begin with.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Well, the good news is that no one attempts to take anyone's face off.]

[Instead, there's a dull clang from the inside of the vent as Jail, apparently working off some deep-seated survival instinct, rolls sharply to the left to dodge the strings. She doesn't appear to be awake at all. Somehow, she's now gripping a wrench in one hand like she's planning to use it as an improvised weapon.]

[In a soft but audible sleepy mumble:]

Five more minutes...

[And she's snoring again.]