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WINTER TERM OPENING CEREMONY AND CLASS START

WINTER TERM OPENING CEREMONY AND CLASS START
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The snowfall has only intensified as Daybreak moves into the first day of Winter Term classes. A school-wide orientation will be held in the auditorium, followed by an open period where tours will be given to new students by student volunteers. After a noon lunch in the main hall, short introduction classes will be held where the syllabi will be distributed and professors can give a brief overview of what they’ll be covering over the term.

A. ORIENTATION ASSEMBLY

With a new school year comes a fresh address. The orientation assembly is one of the few times that the Headmistress and High Seer, Mila Duchene, speaks to the gathered faculty and students about their purpose and why they’ve been found and gathered here. About how Nightfall looms ever closer, and how together they will be the flames who light the coming darkness.

It is, in the manner of many orientation speeches, fairly long-winded. Those who have been here for more than a year have likely heard this speech before, though it’s slightly more urgent this time. Maybe it’s a good time to get to know the people on either side of you a little better while the Headmistress talks, because you’ll be here for a while. Or maybe you’ve planned ahead, and you have something to entertain you at orientation - much to the shared entertainment or dismay of others in your vicinity, perhaps.

Or you could actually be listening to the speech. It’s up to you.

B. SCHOOL TOUR

For students fresh to the academy, the sprawling nature and architecture of Daybeak Academy can be quite intimidating. Fortunately, helpful student volunteers have been tapped to help escort the new students around and give them a feel for campus. Student volunteers are typically chosen for both their experience on campus and helpful nature. While some scripts are provided, students are encouraged to ad-lib and put their own spin on campus and what they like about it. New students are, of course, encouraged to ask as many questions as they can to make sure they fully understand and familiarize themselves with the campus as quickly as possible.

C. SNACK STATION

During the first three days after the Holiday break, throughout the campus grounds are small stations manned by the kitchen staff and volunteers, the smell of hot chocolate, cider, and frying bread fills the air, stirring the appetite and promising warmth on this cold winter’s day.

Every booth has hot chocolate, some spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, others rich and creamy, but always with an option for marshmallows, peppermint bark or caramel drizzles - with non-alcoholic hot cider for those with an allergy to chocolate. For food options, naturally being France there are crepes of all types and beignets on offer, with jam- or custard-filled berliners, while those looking for a more savory fare will be treated to rissoles - a fried bread stuffed with minced meat or bechamel sauce and cod.

While the drinks are on tap and readily available, it may take a few moments to get the treats out, so might as well make conversation while a fresh batch is made.

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A - Orientation Assembly

[ This long winded speech is fascinating and everything, but - well, surely Peter isn't the only one dealing with some jetlag here. He's only been in France for like a few days at this point, and he is beyond tired. He keeps dozing off for a few seconds, then startling awake again with a jolt. ]

-- What was that? What are night balls and why are they dangerous?

[ Not remotely what she said, Pete, but thanks for trying. ]

B - SCHOOL TOUR

[ Peter's more awake by the time the tour happens, if only because this involves walking around. He's sort of half paying attention, half wandering off to see that interesting thing, or that interesting thing. In fact, as they turn past one of the dorms, he meanders away from the group to get a closer look. Which he does by casually scaling the side, just walking right up a vertical surface like gravity ain't no thing. ]

Hey, I think this one's my room. Where's yours?

[ He says, standing sideways on the side of the building. ]

OTA

[ If there's trouble, you can assume Peter's in the middle of it somewhere. Also food. Food and trouble, mostly. Prose is also fine! ]

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Edited 2019-01-11 22:17 (UTC)

[ C - Snackies. ]

[More often than not if he's lurking around a snack station, Mav is crouched just nearby enough to make getting a refill not a bother, but of a distance that he seems to hope will provide him solitude as he scrolls through his phone, takes off his blazer to rub into the ground, or just...watches. Making little mental notes about the people that go by. Maybe tugging a hat down over the majority of his hair fluff.

If he's got a bit more of a chip on his shoulder that day, he'll come up to clap another snacking visitor on the back and offer them a sheet of paper.]

Heyyy, buddy. [Just a 5'6", pierced, redheaded stick of a guy in your space, sup.] Tell me, anything on this list seem a little, oh I don't know...unreasonable to you?

[He might need an army to #FREETHEBEATS.]

[ Wildcard and etc. ]

[Being a Problem Child isn't unusual to Maverick, so it's safe to say that most of the time, he's going about being somewhere between Not Very Studious and Relatively Harmless Punkass Kid. Not breaking things, or causing a huge commotion or anything, just loitering, swearing, maybe littering, playing music loudly through his headphones, looking suspicious as he pokes his head around corners and tries to wander through every hall, blah blah blah.

The only easy place to find him is in his room at Lumière 305, playing music at a reasonable volume through his headphones -- fight him, Imelda -- and unpacking the various boxes he'd brought with him. Or...unpacking most of them, but shoving a couple others away when he realizes that the only thing inside is a pile of clothes that look like they went through three other owners before getting to him, or like he's had them since whatever the French call middle school. Every now and again, his phone makes a little ping!, prompting him to glance over before stretching out across his bed to open up his laptop. He's...looking at a cat?

...Or anything, really. Hit me up at

goblinhood if you want to knock around an idea or two!]

Edited 2019-01-11 22:58 (UTC)

Tour guide

Fakir was trying to pay attention long enough to know where he's going, and while he found history interesting, he shows his obvious impatience with overly long guides by checking his phone or glancing around, moving to the edge of the group to try to escape the guide's notice, you join him or try to get him back in line?

Roomies from heck? [Aube 200s floor]

Sword slung over his shoulder, a dufflebag dangling from his offhand, and a small rolling suitcase behind him, Fakir slowly looks around the hallway to figure out where his room was. "204..." he murmurs to himself. As he walked, he didn't realize one of his shoes had fallen out of the dufflebag before he finally found his room, immediately going to unpack.

He knew it was likely he had to share a room, but he kind of wish he didn't, but too late now - he'll have to grin at bear it.

Snacks

A cup of hot chocolate sprinkled with a lot of marshmallows and peppermint bark was warming his hands, sipping it with surprisingly delicateness, his nose twitch as he got a bit of marshmallow fluff on his nose that he quickly goes to wipe off, he actually feels calm enough to initiate conversation

"I wonder if they'll continue to serve Cocoa for the rest of winter..."

He hopes so, this is really good.

Dance, dance, dance

Later that evening, after everything was put away - Music came from the empty Theater stage from a phone hooked up to a small speaker - and in the middle of the stage was Fakir dressed in leotard and black toe shoes, pirouetting with his arms moving in an s-shape, finishing it with his raised leg extending behind him fully as he balances on the ball of his feet, before gingerly raising himself to balance fully on his toe, managing to hold it for a minute before he suddenly pushes down, landing flat on both feet, heels together a look of frustration crossing his face.

He continues dancing along to the waltz with quick, spritely steps alternating between being on the ball of his feet or flat, making leaps that seem to hang in the air and pirouettes as it swells.

Either one waits until he's finished, or interrupts him, he turns quickly towards the intruder, eyes narrowing. "What do you want?" Fakir demanded, almost defensively.

(will match format)

a;
( Listening to a boring ass speech? Fuck that noise. Let's do something way more entertaining: )

yoooooo hello to everyone else on their phones through this shit.

if ur new then buckle up, this shit is pretty much routine around here. saving the world blah blah i've been here seven years and haven't saved shit so far so let's actually get oriented hihihi

fill this out and drop it in the post so we can get to know each other better:

name:
grade:
where u from:
favorite meme (or something else funny idc tell me a joke but not a lame one ive heard enough of those):
something else cool about you:

this is way more interesting and useful than this seer chick talking allllllllllllllllllllll day long jfc

( ooc: feel free to threadjack and treat this like the forum topic thread it would be! )

b;
( Kanata isn't volunteering -- he's scamming, Koanne the Scammer at your service. He's got a makeshift badge he's fashioned out of some cardboard and a safety pin that declares him to be DAYBREAK YTOUR GUIDE.

If you ask any questions, Kanata will simply shake his head and walk with you to a secluded little bench outside of campus. )

Hmm...one of the most important things you need to know about Daybreak is we take our guardians and mascots very seriously -- ah, did no one tell you, yet? Eheh...that's why I'm here!

So, this campus is protected by a very powerful and majestic entity...and students are required to give up offerings once a week. If you give more than that, you're sure to be even more protected and blessed! And when you want to make your offering, just place it right here...

( The bench approaches and Kanata gestures to it. Scrawled on cardboard very similar to that on his badge is OFFERINGS FOR RICKTORIA. )

If you'd like to be blessed during your first week, of course you can make your first donation now! Ah, but please no cheese or chocolate. Our deity Ricktoria is very lactose intolerant.

c;

( Finally, after conning a few buttered buns and crepes out of some unsuspecting students, Kanata has come to have a good time -- but is instead feeling very attacked right now.

While not paying attention, he's absentmindedly stuck his hand in some incredibly hot cider. Wow, hateful! He's trying very hard to keep it together, trying to shake his hand to get rid of the painful sensation, but it's ever present -- ugh this, is so annoying...

So annoying that he's welling up. Ugh, he can feel it...why is he such a big baby, WHY IS HE ABOUT TO BE A BIG BABY IN PUBLIC AROUND A BUNCH OF NEW PEOPLE, HE'S ALMOST AN ADULT!!?? And yet Kanata can't help but let go of one tear.

And there's assuredly more to come, for as much as he's trying to hide it. )

orientation;

[Orientation means...well. It means a lot of sitting and doing nothing. Nothing the Headmistress says really...matters. Sure, it’s his first semester here, but after a moment it becomes obvious this orientation is going to be the same as all orientations tend to be.

So. That’s great.

He doesn’t quite slouch in his chair, though he comes close. He looks unimpressed, tired, and bored out of his mind. After a moment, he...pulls out his phone.

Whatever he sees on it doesn’t make him happy, and he spends the rest of the orientation holding it in his hand despite not seeming to make any move to respond to whatever it was that’s got him making a sour face.]

school tour;

[There doesn’t seem to be any getting out of this - which, fine, maybe it’s good to know the lay of the land. But Shouto just wants to get things done. He’s a man (boy) on a mission, and killing time isn’t going to get him anywhere in his life. He could very easily find his own way around, so it just seems like a waste.

Yes, all of this is to say that he’s spending the tour in the back, face impassively blank as he follows the herd. He doesn’t want to be in this scenario.]

aube floor 3;

[Eventually, the tour is over, and Shouto is free to set up his dorm. Seems he’s rooming with someone who’s been there for a while, which...might be for the better. He doesn’t immediately go hole himself up in his room, though, even though it’s tempting. Instead he finds himself in the common room, awkwardly hovering on the edge of conversation. It’s been a long day, but he - should he talk to people? He doesn’t want to, and doesn’t see the point in it, but.

It’s a new situation for him, and he’s a little overwhelmed.]

wildcard;

[Feel free to throw whatever you have at me, or hit me up at

daintily to plan something out!]

Assembly
[Here there be a student who is listening intently to everything that the Headmistress is saying. Seiji cares deeply about not making any significant missteps in his early days at the Academy, so not only is he listening, he is taking notes. The speech has gone on for quite some time, so he would rather not miss anything in the haze that can come from extended orientations.

That is until he reaches down to grab his bottle of water to take a quick drink...only for his pencil to drop to the ground and roll off down the aisles. He tried to grab it before it disappeared. Thankfully it seems to stop at someone's foot.]

Pardon me for the disturbance...

Tour
[Seiji has looked over the map in the brochure, but there is nothing quite like experiencing the lay of the land for one's self. So he takes the tour gladly and follows along after his guide. The Legionnaire Quarters are vast and very advanced, in his opinion. He is in awe of the level of preparation the Academy is providing to its students and faculty.

He would admit to being fully distracted by what he realized where elemental magic-based targets. So distracted that he had walked some distance from the tour group to achieve a better view of them. He was inspecting them, assessing their purpose and the strength of them when he realized that the voices had died away. He looked up and noticed the group was gone. Seiji had been left behind.

It would not be difficult to follow his path back to the location the group had begun in, but he did not want to be seen as a delinquent who would disappear in the middle of a school tour on his very first day. His grandfather would be disappointed to think he would do such a thing. But that did mean he would need to find the group and rejoin it as quickly as possible.

Hopefully his absence would not be missed, but if so he would apologize profusely--although that did not mean something else could not come up along the way to further delay the reunion.]

Wildcard!
[If you have another idea for a thread, I'm more than willing to try it out. Seiji also has empathic abilities so if you would rather he not sense your character's feelings, just let me know.]

a. orientation.

[ Let the record show that Prompto made an honest attempt at listening to the orientation speech. Really, he did. He knows it's important, that their purpose here is critical, and whether or not he believes himself in the least bit qualified for this responsibility, he will do his best. However...

He's never exactly been astute, his skills really more honed in practice, and soon enough his mind starts to wander and he pulls out his phone. First it's just harmlessly checking his social media feeds, checking out some sweet pics, shooting out a few texts to his friends...but soon enough, his attention wanders even further, and he starts playing one of the many mobile games on his phone. This one is an autoscrolling combat game he's working his way to a high level in, and while he's got some time, why not try to beat the next, ludicrously difficult level?

So there he goes, playing away, getting more and more involved as he wiggles in his seat and proooooobably draws more attention to himself than he means to. He peppers his gameplay with commentary that comes more or less under his breath, until at last he completes the level and shoots out of his chair, shouting: ]

Booyah!!!

[ ...And probably drawing almost every eye in the room to him. Stunned, he numbly chases that with: ]

— That is...y-yeah! We're gonna...kick the Nightfall's ass!

[ Good grief.

He sinks slowly back into his chair, quietly hoping that if he dips down low enough, he might just recede into the floor itself and everyone will forget that just happened. ]

c. snack station.

[ Somehow, Prompto wound up with a basket of three-dozen chocolate cornets. The woman at the snack counter gave him very brief and concise instructions — hand these out as a sort of free advertising, and she would give him a voucher for a week's worth of free pastries. He'd have to be stupid to pass that up, and yet? He's having a harder time giving these away than one might expect.

It doesn't help that he has literally zero sales skills to speak of. Still, he's giving it his best shot. He wants those free pastries, but more than that, he just doesn't want to let down the woman who gave him this task.

So here he comes, offering anyone who will listen a free chocolate cornet, leading with this opener. ]

I cornet lie to you, these're delicious! Wanna try one?

[ He's doing his best. ]

x. wildcard.

[ Feel free to hit me with something else! Prompto can be found all over campus taking pictures and getting lost on his way to class. Give him a hand! You can find me on Plurk at retroscape for plotting! ]

Edited 2019-01-12 07:06 (UTC)

B. School Tour

[He would have gone on his own tour, but the last Hunters he'd trained under had been pretty specific about trying to listen to people his own age. Perhaps socialize a little.

So he's being patient and listening to the tour, making a mental map of this new place he's going to be staying for a while. When there's a moment for questions, he raises his hand.]

So in the event this place is attacked, there are plenty of defensible locations, right?

[See, look, he's asking good questions already!]

C. Snack Station

[He's not even sure how this happened, but apparently Ren is now in charge of a snack station. He'd wanted to sample for quality, but now that he's been given free rein, he starts rearranging everything the previous person had.

Ren looks at the setup thoughtfully and begins to create. Batter is getting poured and pushed around in a circular pattern, with honey added and everything getting flipped around. So a little hot pastry now sits on a plate. The quick economy of movement suggests that he's a bit more familiar with a kitchen and cooking than he looks.

Especially with how good the hallway is beginning to smell. You want one?]

Wild Card

[When Ren didn't get a good answer about a decent defensible position, he finds one himself. In a roof above the court yard, he can see in many directions. With a chimney of sorts at his back, his most vulnerable side is protected.

So yes, you might see someone who looks like he's meditating in a rather unusual spot. He seems perfectly content and not likely to move. Unless you want to harass him?]

Edited 2019-01-12 18:28 (UTC)

A. ORIENTATION

[Nana actually likes the speeches. Sentimentality is her specialty -- her weakness, even! -- and there's something sentimental about all of the speeches. She remembers the first time she sat here, watching with starry eyes, while they gave these speeches.

Knowing some friends didn't come back, the next year, makes this a little bittersweet.

She still looks up, though, with bright eyes. And when one speech ends, she claps loudly, and then:]

Hurray! Go Daybreak!

[School spirit, yo.]

C. SNACK STATION

[Nana naturally gravitated to one of the snack stations. She isn't operating it, but she did earlier. For now, though, she is taking a cup of hot chocolate... and then produces a couple of banana slices from somewhere and drops them in. Along with a sprinkle of the various spices.

She is beaming down at it.] Now it's perfect.

[But where did the banana slices come from? How does she just have those?]

D. WELCOME HOME (just Minako)

[The welcome party's done, which means it's time to retire to the dorms! Nana left a little early -- not too early, just... enough to take a moment to get a deep breath, wash her hands, and put up the few things she didn't gave away from her baked goods stall.

Which means it's time to meet the roommate! Except, she already did. Pesky visions and knowing -- or, at least, suspecting -- who her roomie will be.

Nana's gotten out of the school uniform, into the shorts and blue tank top that she likes to laze around in. She's on her side of the room, idly playing on her phone. At least, she kind of makes it look that way. She's also tapping her foot, nervously, because Minako should be home shortly.

She left early for another reason: to hastily construct a banner, of paper taped together, that has "WELCOME HOME ♥" written on it in big red letters. There are, of course, bananas also drawn all over it.]

Edited 2019-01-13 16:43 (UTC)

[ A: Orienting ]

[ Maple is actually moving around during the Assembly, handing out papers to all of the assembled students. Said paper is a transcript of the entire Assembly: every boring statement, exclamation, and word is typed up for the students' convenience.

Including the part where Maple gets yelled at by the staff for distributing papers, and her subsequent defense that it's to help students keep up with the boring-ass speech, and it's related anyway so really she should be getting paid.

React appropriately. ]

[ B: Fortunes On Tour ]

[ Maple has Foreseen the best spot to set up shop, the point where the most tours pass by but White Chain does not. And at this spot, along a walkway in campus, she has set up a table. She's got a crystal ball set up, as well as tarot cards somehow also made out of crystal.

A sign proclaims: FORTUNES TOLD, GUARANTEED TRUE, ONLY €10

Hey, you saw how accurate she is with those flyers at the assembly, right? ]

[ C: Snack Attack ]

[ Maple has stolen a couple bags of marshmallows from the hot chocolate stand, and she sits on a bench with them...

She's got a pattern going. She pops one in her mouth, and then while she's chewing that one, she tosses another one at somebody passing by.

She's bored, easily distracted, and has no concept of respect for other people, a horrible combination. ]

A - Orientation Assembly
[Zamasu hasn’t heard the speech before but the moment he realises that this is going to be a long sit while listening to something that is already quite obvious he moves to stand. And after that he starts to walk and heads out for the exit.

Really, he is willing to teach all these students the things they need to know. But besides that he simply does not have the time for this. He has tea to brew, a room to tidy up and prepare a lesson or two.

Somewhere along the way he kicks a couple of bags out of his way because, no, Zamasu does not have time to care about someone else’s belongings either.]

B - School Tour
[When he hears a voice close to him he turns around halfway. There is obvious irritation on his face already and the second he notices that it is some clueless student disgust becomes a thing as well.]

What makes you think you are allowed to bother me with such a foolish question?

C - Snack Station
[It is obvious that Zamasu isn’t really into this entire volunteering thing. He appreciates tea, morning walks around campus, silence and fighting. And this is none of that. Maybe he shouldn’t have left the assembly earlier, maybe then he would not have been standing behind a booth with someone else putting marshmallows inside cups of hot chocolate.]

No, you cannot have two marshmallows.

[Why do humans insist on wanting more than they already have? Really, in a way they almost deserve the upcoming Nightfall. At least the creatures of the Outlands are less demanding. Compared to these humans they seem almost kind.]

Stop asking that! Is there something wrong with your ears!?

A

[ Being a newbie to the Academy and a little rusty on school in general, Rex is being a good boy and paying deep attention to the orientation. He's not quite the point of making notes but is committing everything to memory.

However, it might look like something quite the opposite is going on. His usual posture of slumped back with his hands in his pockets and the half-lidded eyes might make it seem like he's checked out of all of the proceedings, his focused gaze might look a little glazed. The fact he's listening to Dragonforce just loud enough people besides him might be able to hear it, but which is background noise to him as per his eternal music listening habit, might also make it seem like he's in a world of his own. ]

B

[ Now Rex is making notes. Everywhere he goes he scribbles something down in a personal shorthand and seems to be producing a personal map in the process. His face remains cool and grim as a tombstone no matter what he sees, but there's a quiet undercurrent of excitement. So many resources, so many opportunities, so many plans to make! Mötley Crüe provides a suitable musical backdrop for him as he seems to marvel (with subtle oggling) at the simplest of things. For once he's so distracted he doesn't keep track exactly of where he's going and bumps into someone- automatically going into a combative stance that lasts for a moment before just casually slipping his hands back into his pockets and coughing quietly, just once. ]

Uh. Apologies.

D

[ The quad is home to a strange sight. ]

Please don't.

[ The request is directed not at another member of the academy, but the bizarre mismatched creature at Rex's feet. About the size of a pony, covered in golden scales and a fiery red mane and packing a mouthful of fangs despite its cow-like face. The strange critter, a spirit in fact, scuffs its hooves across the ground in what is probably supposed to be threatening but the fact it bleats like a baby deer does it no favours. ]

Don't.

[ Completely ignoring Rex, Indrik charges at some unfortunate person, slips on snow, grinds across the floor and comes to a stop, balanced perfectly on his head at his intended victim's feet. The pose is held for a few seconds before flopping over sideways into the slush, chubby legs flailing at the air.

Rex simply strides over to squat down and scratch the creature's belly, calming it down. ]

I apologise. He is... just like this.

A.

Aya sits in the crowd, looking up at the headmistress. She's enraptured. The enormity of what lies ahead is far from lost on her - though from what she can see, she's one of the few people around that feels that way. Kids are bored, looking at their phones, passing notes, and while some stand up and cheer at various points, it all seems a little on the blase side of things. But how are they supposed to react? For some, this is the tenth year in a row they're doing this. Some may just be trying to deal with the responsibility of what laid before them. They're all so young...

And here she is, a grown woman sitting amongst them. She shifts, suddenly feeling hot - more hot than usual, anyway. She's reminded very suddenly of the last time she'd been sitting in an audience like this, looking at the diva on stage, enraptured. Thinking back, of course there had been something supernatural about the way it had felt to watch Melissa deliver her aria. There had been something supernatural about how she'd been drawn to the opera in the first place. She starts to sweat - this isn't really happening, is it? Thankfully, the speech finally comes to a close.

Aya doesn't even wait for the applause to die down before she gets up and walks briskly outside. She unzips her black leather jacket, revelling in the cold air as she steps to the side of the door. She wipes at her forehead, shaking her head as she fishes a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket. She deftly lights one and sucks it back, watching as the other students filter out of the building. Aya, you are losing it. First day, and she's already terrified she's going to light everyone on fire.

D.

After the episode at the opening ceremony, Aya knew just what she needed; a good workout.

She takes her time walking around the Legionnaire Quarters, fairly impressed with the setup. Well, fairly impressed - extremely impressed. The place is huge. With its own cafeteria. It's bonkers, is what it is.

Aya spends a good hour on the elliptical, pushing herself to her limit. Anything to get rid of all this nervous energy. Afterwards, she heads to the caf and orders a high-protein smoothie. She dabs at her forehead with the white towel around her neck, generously provided by the school of course. She pauses, the smoothie centimetres from her lips. It'd be almost creepy if Aya didn't know better. Kept here, provided for, indoctrinated...

But conspiracy theories would get her nowhere and only serve to upset her further. So back into the gym proper she goes, and straight to the squat rack. Of course, some time between leaving to get her smoothie and coming back, they all filled up. Aya walks over to the rack closest to the large TV screen showing the 24 hours news network. "Hey, mind if I sub in between sets?"

Wild Card
[ HMU with whatever catches your fancy! ]

1 - Arrival

Bee had arrived about a day early. He'd had his own set of wheels, so he wasn't inconveniencing anybody back home. There wasn't too much fuss among the staff, as they were glad for the extra hand preparing for the rest of the arrivals. It wasn't the first time Bee had picked up some spending money by using the Bumblebee armor to unload cargo, and it likely wasn't going to be the last.

As those who had chosen to arrive by helicopter landed, they'd be greeted by a bright yellow giant robot, who waved at them in-between moving crates.

"Hi, welcome to Daybreak!"

2 - School Tour

Bee's shift ends with more than enough time to make it to orientation, much to his annoyance. He's heard the speech multiple times at this point, but he powers through it to get to his second duty of the day. He's been here years, he's friendly and outgoing, and naturally that means he's been tapped as a guide for the tour. He goes through the general tour, more or less on-script with his own spin on things, and then he goes completely off of it.

"Last on tour, my two favorite places in the school: The landing bay, and the Anvil of Hadur. The anvil is where we construct weapons, armors, and Runewings. It takes up about two square miles, so I won't be giving you the full tour of it. Over here is the landing bay, where we store the Rune Armors and Runewings. If anyone wants to see Rune Armor in action, raise your hand."

3 - Aube

Tour over, and with nothing better to do, Bee retires to the dorms. He'd already moved in yesterday, so he's mostly people watching in the common room. While he does so he busies himself with sketching out a design for a runic array.

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