Autumn Bananas~

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Who: Nana, open!
When: First half of September, before the Wild Hunt.
Where:
What: School year starting! A new class president! The Banana Stand never leaves our hearts! Also if you want a specific thread hit me up on Plurk?
Warnings: The new Student Council uniforms are fabulous.

A. BANANA STAND (open!)

[The Banana Stand looks... fabulous today.

Actually, the stand itself is the same wooden construction as always. Nice, solid wood; painted white; a poster with a frog on it; and a big banner that says "BANANICE." There's the usual array of muffins, bread, cookies, and -- new for fall -- cupcakes, with banana-flavored frosting. She stands behind them, hands crossed behind her.

But Nana's a little to the side. Because the new class President is in her fabulous new uniform. But, more than that, it's making a constant swirl of red rose petals. And those waft and go, threatening the baked goods. Indeed, nearby... several rose petal-smothered frosted cupcakes have been retired to the trashcan.]

B. SO MUCH CLASSWORK (open!)

[Being student council President is busy. In this case, Madam President is studying outdoors. She doesn't seem to mind wearing her uniform; she's sitting on a grassy area in the quad, back against a tree, and scribbling on notes -- or reading one of her books.

But it's okay to bother her! Case in point, she has a sign posted by her: "Please bother me if you need something! ♥"

And she doesn't look quite as tired as last month, either.]

C. ELEVATOR RIDE OF DESTINY (closed to Student Council)

[The tallest tower of Grand Hall is where the Student Council is based out of.

And it's time to see their new digs for the first time. Normally, the elevator is fast -- but there's a tradition on the first day. A tradition of the elevator moving dramatically slowly, rising towards the top. And it's been about a minute... all the while, some questionable musical accompaniment is piped in.

About a minute into the elevator ride, Nana blinks and smiles pleasantly.]

This is a little much.

Comments

A

[hippocarnival]

[Oh, Nana... Yuya doesn't approach the stand the first time he sees her keeping her distance from it, but he can take a guess what the problem is with the incessant rose petals. James had a similar struggle.

Instead he weaves away and returns about ten minutes later with a parasol.] Need a little more defense?

Nana can always rely on Yuya.

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[She didn't see him the first time. When she does the second, though, Nana brightens -- and then raises a hand, waving eagerly at Yuya. She missed him. Stupid traveling and summer and everything else!

She smiles, nodding quickly.]

I'm afraid so. I need to find a way to turn this off.

c!

[transfusionem]

["A little much" doesn't even begin to cover it. The ride's only gone on for a minute, and Adelaide is about ready to start climbing the walls of the elevator.

Who thought this was a good idea? ]

How much longer do you think we have?

[Please...free her...]

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I-I don't think I am good enough at math to calculate how long we have... maybe it will speed up part way through?

[She sounds so hopeful.

THAT HOPE IS A LIE.]

b

[stavros]

If we need something? [She gives a short bow and tilts her head.] Do you mean only for Welcome Week activities?

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Kokoro! [She sits up, then scoots over, motioning her closer.]

No, no. Anything! Well... anything within reason.

A

[bolderfell]

[Therion would've liked to snatch a muffin and be on his way without drawing attention, but a stray rose petal flies straight under his nose.]

Whhph--

[Startled, he brushes it away, then looks at Nana with some bewilderment. The roses are coming from her, huh?]

...Any reason you're doing that?

[???]

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Aah, this isn't deliberate, I'm afraid! [Nana looks appropriately apologetic, and holds up both of her hands, then shakes her head. Like 'I didn't do it!' Nevermind that the rose petals continuously swirl from whatever direction she's standing in.]

It's... um... a perk of being on the Student Council, I'm afraid.

[Always look on the bright side of life?]

A

[unlogic]

[Banana muffins, banana bread, just...a lot of banana things? Somebody knows what they like.

Bananas themselves aren't especially-high on Desidera's list of things she likes to eat, but she doesn't dislike them either, and food of almost any kind is going to be tempting to her regardless. So, when she passes by the stand, she pauses and begins looking to see what all is there and how much of it there is, wondering if this would be basically the same deal as Adelaide's table of baked goods last month.

She has yet to actually ask about any of it though, as she's still only considering it.]

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[Nana slides over to Desidera as soon as she finishes with her current customer. When she does, she comes to a stop, arms crossed pleasantly behind her.

She flashes a bright smile in her direction.]

Hi, there! See anything you like?

B

[prisoneroffate]

Starting to settle in, madam president?

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[Nana looks up, letting the notebook in her lap fall to the side, to smile up at Ren. She nods quickly.]

I think so!

...the roses stopped for a bit, mercifully.

C

[infestedcouncilpresident]

A bit.

[Kohaku was also in the elevator, in her spiffy new uniform, still brilliantly white and with barely any wrinkles. It fit her fine, but something about her bearing suggested that maybe it could have fit better. No matter how many times she tried to smooth it down, she still managed to look slightly scruffy. She didn't get a magic sword, but her own sword was hanging at her waist because if everyone else got one then dammit she was going to get one too. The battered plastic sheath absolutely didn't fit in with the opulence of the setting.

Her head was cocked slightly to one side, as she listened to the music.]

...What the fuck is this song about?

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[Is it awkward to be standing next to her opponent? A little.

Nana's head bobs once -- maybe she's noticed the plastic sheath, or how Kohaku doesn't seem totally comfortable with her uniform. She glances sideways at her, smiles, and isn't about to criticize her.]

...I feel like it's mostly allusions to Christianity, vaguely grim, and discordant with how it sounds like elevator music with lyrics like this.

Maybe the message is, "Don't take yourselves so seriously?"

A!

[betheman]

[It really hasn't been long since Nana and Gongenzaka talked about what best to do about Gongenzaka's...predicament. But, the change in Gongenzaka's demeanor is immediately apparent. While his schoolwork never suffered through the mess (a testament to his dedication, truly), he's now visibly much happier, and perhaps even more helpful.

Not that much more though- there's only so much a bear can do! As it is...wow.] Nana! I, the man Gongenzaka, see you have new additions to the baked goods! And-

[...Sniff sniff???] ...Are those roses that I smell..?

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[Nana looks up and smiles as she sees Gongenzaka. She waves at him, and looks a little more happy instantly, to see that he looks happy. As he approaches, she beams -- and then nods her head.]

Mm-hm! I do, and--

[She looks at the rose petals, ruefully.]

...Yes. A "perk" of my new office, I'm afraid, Gongenzaka-san.

B

[highelves]

Hello, President Nana!

[ guess who's here, carrying her stack of books too? it's ana! long time no see, friend. ]

I hope I'm not interrupting you. Working hard, I see!

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[Nana looks up at Ana, when she sees her approaching. She waves at her, smiling, and then scoots over -- an invitation to sit next to her.]

Ana! It's good to see you.

[She smiles a little more, a touch sheepish.] I thought I should get ahead on assignments. How are you?

B

[deuteranope]

[He creeps up behind her slowly, careful to not make more noise than necessary and making note of where his shadow falls so that he can come at an angle that won't tip her off. He even holds his breath. Then, when he's finally within an arms reach of her and certain he can't get away with this much longer, he leans down and holds out a cold, clear plastic cup with some kind of brown smoothie against the rim of her ear. Suffer!!!]

Madam President! Get down!

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[Nana yelps and startles and generally makes a lot of noise and--

Ducks!!]

Gwaaaahh!! What--what's happening!?

[Her flailing may or may not send that brown smoothie flying.]

C

[nevernoaction]

Just a little bit.

[Ren might be feeling nervous in his new clothes as well. He's pretty sure he's never owned anything so fancy before. At the same time, he does feel prepared to take really good notes on just about anything if called for it.]

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Well... it's just another thing to get used to!

[She looks sideways at Ren, then she smiles.] I'm looking forward to working with you, Ren.

A

[aibolition]

Dude. You're just wasting these?

[The affronted comment comes from a boy, all white, peering into the trash can where the retired rose cupcakes sit. He doesn't know what's up with the petal shower but it's unimportant.]

You know roses are edible, right?

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Aah--

[She looks up at said all-white boy, and then she blinks. Nana's head tilts a little to the side.]

...I--um--I got so many on them...?

C!

[onebetter]

[ James feels very strongly about the ritual of initiation. Even if the rose petals are ridiculous (and make the elevator feel even more crowded) and even if he dislikes the color theme of his uniform... This is still an Honor(tm). James is determined to take it all with the proper decorum.

So for the first minute, he stands straight-backed, looking only seconds away from pulling a military salute. He is fully intending to keep this up, too!! Except he's starting to get sincerely uncomfortable and when Nana breaks the silence, he instinctively collapses his shoulders a little. ]

It's tradition. We should respect it. [ ... ] What is the song even about?

sorry for delay! had a death in the family

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[Nana looks sideways at him -- then she smiles a bit. That's... that's so James.]

It is important to respect traditions. The lyrics, ah--let me see... [She listens, and then begins singing along when she gets to a part she's heard already, and translates; it only kinda-sorta works. It's a direct translation.]

The absolute destiny: apocalypse
The absolute destiny: apocalypse
Birth records, baptismal registry, death records
The absolute destiny: apocalypse
The absolute destiny: apocalypse
My birth, Absolute birth, Apocalypse

A wet-nurse and a midwife in a dark desert
A gold-gilded Shangri-La
Day and night turning in on each other
A time-gilded lost paradise

[...then a sigh.]

I don't know that it's about anything.