daybreakacademy | Heaven or Hell - Let's rock the school!

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Heaven or Hell - Let's rock the school!

Who: Faculty and TAs catch-all/mingle
What: School's incoming!
Where: One of the faculty meeting rooms
When: Late August
Warning: None...? But the Adults are disasters, so who knows

Schedules had to be made, supplies ordered, TAs assigned, it's chaos - And with the number of new staff that were hired on towards the end of the last semester and summer, this was a good time to get to know each other, and share horror stories and cautionary notes.

The actual meeting is an hour after sunset so everyone can attend, and being a French school, while the meeting was not mandatory, the promise of top-grade desserts and tea was a good lure to the otherwise more anti-social staff, so the theory goes.

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New to the school? Buried in Work? Have your name constantly interrupted? Well, time to fix that here! Also meetings aren't always serious business, and wild tangents can happen, nothing wrong with shooting the breeze over madeleines and macarons .

Edited 2019-08-17 17:47 (UTC)

[Hieke isn’t much of a planner, which is probably painfully obvious by now, but he is a fan of food.

Which, who isn’t? He can be found for most of the evening hovering by the snack table and, well...]

...I could make better.

[He could be more impressed.]

Prove it.

[Is this Jail angling to get even more free food by offering to judge the results? Fuck yes. Give her all the desserts, please and thanks.]

I will.

[A pause.]

Well, I can’t right now, but I could.

I'd be looking forward to see your take on it.

I'll try not to disappoint!

Did anyone tell you that it's rude to complain about free food?

[This is said as he's grabbing a few treats for himself.]

No.

[Is he...Is he being serious or not? It's kind of hard to tell, to be honest.]

[Either way, Shiro's answer would be the same.]

Well if the snacks aren't to your liking, I'll help you eat 'em.

You're welcome to have them.

[He's not going to stop him.]

[OH BOY BEING A NEW TA IS FUN.

He'll just be lingering near the snack table for a while, listening and taking things in, but also.... clearly kind of awkward. Sure is fun being the new guy.]

[His eyes fell upon V's cane, mentally comparing it to the one he carries]

Still getting used to things on Earth?

[The man asked quietly, with a faint british accent]

[It's a pretty interesting-looking one, made with a metal that could only be found in the Outlands. The cane's pretty clearly been used as a weapon, and it's covered with a few runes that would assist with such a thing.]

Yes. It's been... a long time since I've been here.

[That makes three odd TA's with canes. It's almost like someone's out hurting these sorry jerks. Though maybe in this guy's case he's the one inflicting the hurt if the runes are any indication. Héctor's is far more simple, helping ease the slight limp he walks with.

He tilts his head, giving a softer, slightly amused look.]

Feeling out of place? It gets easier after a while if you're wondering. Hardly anyone here's the sort to judge.

[Honestly, it's a bit of both. It helps V walk, but it's certainly useful as a weapon.

He offers Héctor a smile that could almost be considered sheepish.]

Ah, am I quite so transparent? I suppose I haven't quite gotten my bearings yet. It... helps to hear that it gets easier, though. Thank you.

[And there's a familiar expression too.]

You look like I did almost a year ago. Although maybe a little less like you think you might be thrown out when they realize who they picked up.

[It's strange to think he's actually grown somewhat comfortable with all this. Stranger to realize he's not actually trying to run anymore.]

It definitely gets easier. Regardless of whether you're new to the job or France or magic itself.

[That earns a chuckle.]

Well, I'm certainly new to two of those. I grew up with magic, but this is my first time in France and it's been... quite a long while since I've stepped into a classroom.

[If he's being honest with himself, he can barely remember it.]

If you have any advice for a newcomer, I'd be glad to hear it.

Ay, well, you're already better off than me to have grown up with it.

[And his accent tells that he's not exactly French.

He looks up and taps his chin.]

If a kid says they're about to do something terrible, it's not a joke, even if it's said like a joke or the kid is Toki. It might not be what it sounds like, but it's worth looking into. Otherwise, great kids.

If you're looking for one of the more reckless teachers and they're not in their room, office, or in class, they're in the infirmary. Atchison is there nearly every month. Don't be afraid to stop by there yourself, they're great, even for things that need confidentiality.

If you need help in the more "I have to get something back I lost or otherwise forget a bunch of stuff happened" way, Jailbreak lives up to her name and her van is in the parking lot. You'll know which one it is.

A lot of people here are hopeless when it comes to normal human stuff. I can help with that, so long as it's between sunset and sunrise. I TA the night classes and my health's bad enough I really can't afford anyone cutting in on rest. If I'm not around, my wife, Imelda, works here too. You can find her in Lumiere.

The Hog's Head in town is open late and it's everyone's favorite. There's a ton more I could tell you but we'll be here all evening.

[V listens intently, nodding along as he does.]

I'll keep all that in mind, thank you. Perhaps the rest can wait for another time?

[He smiles faintly, then lets out a soft 'ah' as he remembers something--]

You may call me V. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

[He laughs softly. Another time, yes.

With that he strikes out his hand.]

I'm Héctor. Héctor Rivera.

[He beams with pride to claim the last name for his own again. He thinks of his family and nothing of potential mage politics with Imelda's family of Riveras.]

Mucho gusto, V.

[He accepts the handshake with a small smile.]

I look forward to getting to know you.

[The idea of sticking around long enough to do so is still a touch foreign to him, but he'll take this over wandering aimlessly around the Outlands.]

Ky looks around, before he sets his folder down, his fingertips still reaching to touch hair that's no longer there. "Given the amount of students coming in who either already have some training, or showed an interest in it, I'm planning on adding sword training to my schedule. I'm planning on that to be a late afternoon class... would anyone else need the Mythril Cage then?"

This would be a good time to get classes sorted out, and TAs to speak up about any preferences in what classes they'll assist with.

Valvatorez sat at the table with him, looking down at his planner and tapping a fountain pen against the calendar idly in thought.

"I do think that's a good idea. On my end, that shouldn't pose any conflicts, except around exam time. ...Though that much is expected, the Cage is in high demand for practicals then. ...If we had more time, I'd suggest building an expansion wing to the Cage, but... I don't think we've got the time nor budget for that right now."

"And I think that's the admin's decision, but the exams are the bottleneck for scheduling, so we may need to plan for that months early."

Valvatorez nodded along, agreeing that it was the admin's decision... though he could find the administration terribly frustrating as they dragged their feet. Daybreak Admin was far, far from the worst he'd ever seen, but as a person of action, bureaucracy of most kinds tended to vexing on some level.

"Well, the good thing is, we're starting that early. Did you already figure out the methods you wished to test students with? A format, or something? That can help determine how long you might need the Cages."

"When I was helping to train the knights in magic and honing their sword skills, we generally have sparring sessions - so a tournament format may be the method I'll use for the exams." He explains as he pours himself some tea.

"Oh, that sounds like it could get very interesting. And would certainly make the students take their training more seriously, considering they'll want to put in a good showing."

Valvatorez leans back in his chair, thinking about how it might go. It would certainly be a lot of fun to watch, if he could spare the time to be there.

"Sometimes the old ways are still the best."

Moriarty really doesn't have any say on the cages, though he does keep quiet during the discussion, drinking the (very good!) tea and nibbling on the snacks. Eventually, he does pipe up -

"We should also attempt to schedule so that we don't wear out the students...or ourselves," chuckling slightly. "Though I will have to ask for later class periods - I'm barely functional during the morning. I also wouldn't protest if any TA's wish to assist in my classes, though it is a more mundane subject than normal."

The vampire was about to say something when he suddenly falls silent, looking startled.

"Something wrong, Bell?"

The older man grinned at him, taking another bite of a macaron (Almond and raspberry, how delightful) and washing it down with another gulp of tea.

"You look a bit startled, there."

"No..." He answers slowly, sounding a touch distant. "Nothing's wrong, Professor." His foot taps under the table.

He notes the tap - but his grin merely turns to a sly smirk as he continues to refresh himself.

Normally, he doesn't eat like this - but, well.

Distracting Sherlock is much too fun.

"Hm! My mistake, then. Ah, but, have you any idea of what classes you intend to help with? I wouldn't mind a bit of help myself, after all."

He shifts, briefly shooting the man a look of irritation.

"Well, I generally help with the sciences - chemistry, physics, biology, that sort of thing." The man answers coolly.

"Not math, then? A pity - you seem like you have quite the clever mind...but, we all have our strengths...and weaknesses."

Though it sounds conversational, that was none other than a PA jab aimed directly at Holmes - in a manner quite normal for their time period.

"Oh the previous Math professor didn't need any assistance," He replies. "After all, Math is the basis of my areas of expertise." The man smiles in a way that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hm? Ah, so I see - my apologies, then. I didn't meant to imply that you were lacking in it - only that everyone needs a refresher on the 'basics', as you so put it, from time to time."

He also smiles that same way, with his eyes being focused - but there is mirth in them, as he takes another drink of tea.

"Hm - This blend is rather good. Have you had any?"

Of course, he knows Sherlock hasn't - but he is, after all, a mere newcomer to this place, so he may not know that the other is a vampire. After all, they haven't even spoken to each other in public yet.

"I'm afraid I hadn't," He rasps, his face composed to hide the growing desire to throttle someone. The vampire smiles in a fashion to show the elongated fangs, more silently explaining than anything else.

"Ah, so I see...it is quite a nice blend, but I understand." Making an exaggerated frown, he sighs - and places a hand on the other's shoulder, looking...almost in pity?

"Well, try not to let it get you down, hm? You've gained so much in return! Then again, I don't know what I'd do if I...hm, no, I shouldn't be so indelicate."

Giving him a pat on the shoulder, he moves backwards - giving a split second wicked grin before returning to a more generally pleasant expression.

Shiro takes that moment to speak up. "Admittedly I was considering doing my classes outside and a bit away from the Academy buildings to avoid clogging up the already-used learning areas and keep everyone's ears protected, though safety issues are a concern for the days we're using live ammunition. Is that a case where I'm better off going for the Mythril Cage? If so, I can sign up for mornings when I need it."

"Yes, it would be - the Cage is on the next peak and warded." He answers. "Though I think Valvatorez has the right idea to ask about expanding possible training areas."

"It's not a bad idea, if we're gonna have so many classes in 'em. We can't be fighting for space in the one suitable place for swords and explosions."

It's hyperbole, he doesn't actually plan on blowing the Cage up. Probably.

[Jail's leaning back in her seat, feet propped up on the table and munching on some of the refreshments, but she does at least appear to be listening.]

Nah, nothing planned- but that does remind me. Was thinking of maybe doing a practice session with some of the kids, you want in on that? Class is gonna have to cover magical weapons eventually, and if I'm gonna be teaching 'em how to make 'em, we probably oughtta teach 'em how to use 'em.

[He sits up at that]

That does sound like a plan, I'll be interested if schedule doesn't conflict.

Cool. Pencil it in for midterms, maybe?

Sounds good to me.

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