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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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[ORIENTATION]

[Gongenzaka has heard this speech before. But he is also sitting at full attention- his ears open, his eyes to the front. The speech may have differences, it may not- but it is always important after all! Orientation is important!!

...Of course, not everyone is likely do be doing that. Including....the people beside him. Or in front of him. Or possibly even behind him. And if it gets too much....

....

Is it just you, or is the room a bit hotter all of a sudden? It's almost like someone is GLARING AT YOU-]

[TOURING TIME]

[Gongenzaka is among those volunteering, and in particular he seems to be recommended to newer students speaking one of two languages-

French, or Japanese. The latter being his born language, and the former being the one he's actually near fluent in. (English, not so much)

While he has some cue cards of sorts, it has long been understood that scripts are not the best thing to hand over in this sort of situation- and really, while he's not exactly KNOWN for improvisation, he's good enough at it for this. And so, here Gongenzaka goes...leading a small few students through the campus, the dorms...]

Sahh, that in mind...are there any questions at all, thus far? [He asks, beaming eagerly. It might be a bit...strained if anyone's been giving him some trouble, though.

Hopefully you haven't been?]

[SNACKS AND DRINKS]

Huuhhhhhh... [And just like that, Gongenzaka's 'work' day is done in a sense. What with it being winter, the sun comes down sooner, and for Gongenzaka that means he's doing a bit more than getting himself a nice mug of hot chocolate (without additions. He's not Yuuya after all).

What it means is finding a good place to not scare the pants of any new student having their own cocoa, and taking his bear state. The dojo's teachings involve accepting the form without the rage after all- which means that outside of things like parties, he does just that.

Naturally that therefore means there is a bear wearing the winter uniform (sans jacket, mind), holding a mug of cocoa for a few quiet sips.] Mnh-! ...hot... [He mutters, snuffling a bit. The flinch from trying his drink too soon brings his attention back away from the cup however, and back to his surroundings.

Which might or might not include someone staring at a bear, perhaps.] ...Auh!

[HMM. WELL. ...HELLO THERE,]

[WILDCARD | I'm pretty flexible on what Gon is doing through the orientation days- so if you have something in mind, just hit me up!]

[Orientation]

[One of the fastest ways to ever lose Jinx's attention is was to be boring. Boring, and long-winded. And wouldn't you know it? This speech just so happened to be both. Jinx just sat there, arms crossed and generally looking bored with life.]

Blah, blah, blah... Just get to the good part already, will you?

The part where we get to leave.

[Said quietly, but audible enough that people sitting next to her could still make out what she was saying. On the positive side, the speech made for a really great nap! So yeah, Jinx is totally gonna get her snooze on. Thankfully, she's not snoring loudly.

Not yet.]

[Snacks]

[Much like any good student, Jinx was totally here to get her mooching on. Free food didn't come by everyday, except for when it did. Still, it would've been such a waste to see all that hot chocolate and food just sitting there getting cold. Cold and lonely.

So she's just gonna help herself.

Again.

And Again.

And once more with feeling.]

[Wildcard.]

[Surprise me.]

Edited 2019-01-11 05:33 (UTC)

Assembly
[Sarona has sat through this orientation assembly enough times to all but memorize the talking points and even recognize the lulls that will make it even more dull than it needs to be. For someone who loves classes and learning, dealing with the extended speeches that don't actually teach anything are just frustrating to her. Who needs an orientation when they can read the student handbook?

So she'll be using the pen she always carries to work on the current Inscription project she has been developing. No paper nearby? No worries, she'll just write on her own arm. Rolling her sleeve up, she'll get to work, but stops briefly to look at the person next to her. She speaks in a soft voice.]

Would you mind leaning a bit more to the right? The light here is a bit dull.

School Tours
[Sarona of course volunteers for guiding some of the new students around. She knows every nook and cranny that students are technically allowed to enter--and some that maybe they aren't, but those are best left for another day--and decides whick areas are the most important. After a moment, she looks over the others there and decides to allow for a bit of democracy. Just a little. It is their first day, after all.]

Which area did you want to look at first? We'll go with whatever gets the highest vote. I hope you checked out the brochures.

Snack Station
[Did it really take this long to make a crepe filled with nutella? Sari knows she shouldn't be impatient, but she's been walking around all day and she burns enough energy to need some snacking throughout the day. She had already waited in line for fifteen minutes just to put in her request and it felt as if the wait since had extended into infinity. As if time was lapsing in on itself in an attempt to drive her to insanity with craving pains. Was she being melodramatic? She didn't care.

And why is it taking so long? Smoke might just be billowing up in a way it really Shouldn't from the station and perhaps the machine that makes the crepes decides this is the best time to not only stop working, but to smoke in a decidedly unsafe way. What to do now?]

Edited 2019-01-11 05:31 (UTC)

PROMPT A-1.

[ To her credit, Minako looks invested in what the Headmistress has to say, for the first five minutes. This is a magical school, right? She should probably pay attention, because clearly this isn't going to be just your run of the mill < insert canned school assembly speech everyone's heard a million times > deal.

Except it is. y a y.

So have Minako, sitting there in her freshly pressed school uniform, playing the role of the perfect model student. Until she either (a) passes something your way, or (b) catches your eye and makes a face at you. Gonna crack? There's no harm, right? Seers can't see everything, right? It's not like they have eyes in the back of their heads, or super seeing powers or anything........ ]

PROMPT A-2.

[ Hopefully no one fell asleep during that, erm, rousing speech by Headmistress Duchene. There's a lot of important information to be had there! You know, somewhere. But surely the High Seers words captivated you enough to keep you enthralled—at least, enough to regurgitate some information, because: ]

[ Stepping out from behind a well-placed pillar, Minako clasps her hands behind her back, smiling brightly as she walks up to the first ~~victim~~ person she sees exit the assembly hall. She certainly exudes an air of Informed Member of the Student Body and general Good Girl. Look at that grin. That grin would never steer you wrong.

Not. At. All. ]

PROMPT C.

[ Question time! Reasons that this school is amazing:
(a) Classes about magic and wizards
(b) This place is #aesthetic
(c) The food?!

Technically it's all the above, but right now, Minako is fixated on the various food stands speckled across the grounds. She's almost certain that she must have died and gone to Heaven, because this is a thing of beauty. She should pace herself, but it's difficult to dissuade the lizard part of her brain telling her that all of this (and more?!) will be here later, and that she doesn't have to go wild.

Which is where you will find our hungry heroine, working on a Food Fusion. A beignet inside of a crepe? With more jam? GENIUS. You can thank her later. ]

[ Oh boy. ]

A. [Ren seems to be paying attention. He's facing forward and even taking notes! Or is he? A glance at his notebook shows he's not, in fact, writing down what is being said on the speech, but instead he's... making up new drink recipes? That definitely looks like it, based on the ingredients anyway]

B. [Hark! A missing student! Ren certainly STARTED a tour. But almost immediately he seems to have gone missing. If one searches, they may find him climbing a tree. Or perhaps a building. As you do.]

C. BGM: Tokyo Daylight

[Hot Chocolate. Spices. Sweets. The perfect setting. The perfect scenario.

Ren may not be officially working this station, but he definitely is now. Taking the hot chocolate, he's seasoning it to perfection, even making designs on the frothy foam. It's not quite at the level of a seasoned barista, but there's talent here, and he gets better as he does it]

[A: An Urgent Message]

Imelda, for one, is absolutely attentive, despite having heard the speech before. It's not so much the speech itself that has her attention caught as the sense of urgency that she hears in the message. That certainly wan't there before, and it leaves a small crease between her brows as she frowns up at the Headmistress.

Catching her attention might be hard, but not impossible. She might startle a little, but otherwise she'll lend her ear to whatever question someone might have nearby. Unless they're beign unruly... In which case, she'll very shamelessly shoot them a glare for their misbehavior.

[B: Tour Guiding]

She can't really be surprised when the school taps her to be a tour guide, so regardless of what else she has going on, Imelda finds herself leading a gaggle of students around the campus. Her tour in particular is maybe a little on the dry side, but she does seem to honestly find the campus interesting. She points out the various buildings as she goes, noting any particularly relevant history about them and which classes might be held inside.

Maybe you have some questions about the tour? Or maybe you're more curious about the grey-striped cat that happens to be following behind Imelda's every step? Either way, there's a lull in her narration for the moment, so it might be best to speak up now.

[D: Welcome to the Jungle (For Lumière, Floor 3)]

For students arriving on floor three of the Lumière dormitory, one thing is immediately noticable. Someone has adorned each of the doors with one or two small frames, depending on the number of residents inside of the room. Each of the frames contains a single picture behind a sheet of clear plastic.

Also taped to the doors of 301, 302, and 303 are a stapled sheet of two papers; while the door to 305 only has one. The top (or only) sheet is titled Important Information.

As one can guess from the information provided, the second paper is a Roommate Agreement. It contains a number of lines for roommates to list out their stipulations for co-habitation, and then three lines at the bottom for signatures. Two lines are marked 'Resident', while the third is marked 'Resident Assistant'. Each door also has a small bag with a few pieces of watermelon and mango chili candies for each resident.

[Floor 3, feel free to tag this one amongst yourselves, or bother Imelda about her decorations/rules.]

-1: Outland Cosmology-
Most of the people at Daybreak Academy can at least pass as human, but this particular teacher definitely cannot. The figure at the front of the classroom was a statue of some kind of ceramic in the shape of a vaguely androgynous human that stood over six feet tall and was missing the top half of its head. The whole creature moved as if made of flesh, despite clearly not. A column of smoke rose from where the figure's hair would have been (which, somehow, did not fill the room but seemed to quietly vanish after continuing up about three feet), and dozens of eyes winked in and out of existence through the roiling smoke. From the way the extra eyes moved, it was clear that this teacher could see through them just as easily as they could through the eyes on their face. They were dressed in a sharp suit, as was apparently the fashion in the mortal realm.

The bell rang, and the moment it stopped, White Chain addressed the class. Her voice rang like a perfectly machined bronze bell.

"I am 82 White Chain Returns From Emptiness To Subdue Evil. I am an angel, a spirit of cold white flame inhabiting a body of forged ash. and I am far from the strangest of creatures that resides in the Outlands. Most of you are not native to the Outlands, many of you didn't even know they existed until you enrolled at this academy. I have lived in the Outlands for eighteen thousand years. If you hope to survive while exploring such realms, your very life may depend on what you learn in this classroom, so I suggest you pay attention."

Her face was hard, cold, and judgemental, but...not actively cruel. She relented very very slightly before continuing. "Does anyone have any questions before we go over the syllabus?"

-2: Concerns (closed to faculty)-

82 White Chain stood in one of the hidden faculty lounges that had a view of one of the school's busier thoroughfares and watched crowds of students make there way to and fro. Her face was maybe slightly concerned, more than anything.

"I still don't think we should have accepted any new students this year. With Nightfall as close as it is, we should be focused on further training our current students to be as effective as we can make them."

-1: Awkward Goodbyes-

Tours were done, papers were signed, hugs were given. Miles parents were finally ready to let him go and start his new school experience.

Well. Almost ready.

Miles said a few quick things to his parents by the taxi they were in before stepping, away only to have his dad's voice bellow after him. He didn't have a megaphone, but he did have a voice that carried.

"You gotta say I love you back!"

Miles flinched, then spun around with the special kind of indignation that only a thirteen year old can manage. "Dad are you serious?"

"I wanna hear it."

"You wanna hear me say it-"

"I love you, Dad."

"-You're dropping me off at a school-"

"I love you Dad!"

"Look at this place-"

"Dad I love you!"

Miles sighed deeply and bowed to the inevitable. "Dad, I love you."

"That's a copy. Tie your shoes please!"

Miles defiantely did not tie his shoes, but instead shouldered his buldging backpack and turned around with his suitcase to enter the school. There were dozens of fellow students around who had all just seen that, so that was awesome. They say first impressions are very important, and Miles had just demonstrated the HIGHEST level of dweeb imaginable.

Make fun of the new guy? Console him for having dorky parents?

-2: Teenage appetite-

Miles was hungry all the damn time for some reason these days. He stepped away from the snack station with a plate that had SEVERAL hot things made of bread in one hand, and a cup of hot cocoa in the other. He sat down at a table out of the snow and discovered a new problem: The plate and the cup were now both firmly stuck to his hands.

"Son of a...can't a guy even eat in peace!?"

-3: Guerilla art baby steps-

With barely a break in his step, Miles slapped a sticker on the side of a bit of statuary outside one of the stately, elegant buildings that made of the campus. It was clearly a homemade sticker that was covered in colorful loopy designs that surrounded a message written in letters so stylized it was almost illegible: "No expectations"

He kept on his way without looking back, but with a bit of a skip in his step for the first time since he had shown up here.

Edited 2019-01-11 06:13 (UTC)

A - Distraction

It's still the morning. He's fine. He's got this. He's not actually rotting on the spot or something similarly terrible.

But his mind is elsewhere and no matter how he tries, not even the threat of the world-- which had alarmed him a good deal the first time-- can distract him. That, and as it drags on into the utterly mundane and repetitive, the boredom brings him right back to every little things he doesn't want to think about right now. This is just excruciating.

He sighs, tucking himself further away from it, and proceeds to tap a rhythym on his knee. Then upon the ground. Until he's bobbing his head and humming to a song no one else can hear.

B - Tour

If anyone fell asleep during orientation the sudden sound of an accordion will surely jar them awake. Héctor plays the thing for a joyless two seconds then tosses it aside to the ground behind him.

"Welcome to Daybreak Academy!" He says without an ounce of enthusiasm. Usually, he's more than happy to do this sort of them, wander about, show the town, maybe play a little music. But today? Well, on top of the fact that is encroaching on noon and he is visibly wilting on the spot, dark circles around his eyes growing darker... it's just been a very, very bad day. Week. A couple weeks but especially this week. He's had more than a few rough conversations.

Nevertheless, he forces on a smile, however tired it may be. His words are flat and forced. "The school where instead of clapping for the wolfman, you hand him your homework. And for your first day, I'm here to break the ice and show you around." He then reaches into a pocket and pulls out a couple of flashcards, frowning at them.

C - Escape

By the time they get to lunch Héctor is staring blankly ahead in his seat, swaying a little as head occasionally drops and then shoots back up, eyes wide, then eventually drooping again. It doesn't take too long, repeating that cycle, before he's decided, no, he cannot stay here a minute longer. Don't mind him while he attempts to sneak away from the festivities and make it back to his own dorm room before he hits the earth. But, with his brain in a fog and body weak, he's bound to stumble into someone when he's not limping along a wall.

[OOC: Mark in the header or in brackets whether or not you need me to avoid spoilers please.]

Edited 2019-01-11 06:24 (UTC)

A, ORIENTATION

[Toki slouches further down into his chair, half-way to falling asleep. He doesn't understand the majority of what's being said, mostly because he's not been paying attention whatsoever, partially because it just makes no sense and she used a lot of big words.]

Ugh... How much longer~?

[He can't focus for this long. He's just going to sneak out, if possible. Slouching further, he slides off his chair and onto the floor. Commence crawling over people's feet in an attempt to creep out of the assembly unnoticed.]

B, TOUR

[He drops the tour nonsense at the Hall of Pythia. Libraries weren't his forte, but Toki wants to read some of the Seer collections. He doesn't know how to use a card catalog, so he's just wandering the shelves randomly. He'll find what he's looking for eventually, maybe. At some point.]

C, SNACKS

[The line was far too long, and he was having none of that. Toki takes an empty seat beside someone who has already obtained a sizable amount of crepes and assorted other Frenchy things.]

Mind if I try some~?

[The question is a formality, he's already reaching.]

D, WILDCARD

(★≧▽^))★☆ Anything~!

a. Touring...?

[ The academy's infirmary is a place that inevitably, all the new students need to know the location of. Sooner or later, pretty much every tour will catch one of the medical staff's most distinctive members at his desk, generally ready to answer any questions that new students might have.

Sometimes he's going through paperwork or reading, or otherwise on task. Other times, he's clearly not; you can catch him on his phone, carefully occupied in reorganizing various unsavory or downright strange looking things in jars from some of the formerly sealed cabinets, or preoccupied in embroidery or sewing what looks suspiciously like some kind of stuffed toy.

He's here all day as per orders; he's clearly found ways to entertain himself while waiting for the next group of students to drop in. ]

b. Injury

[ Did you suffer an unfortunate accident while making your way around campus that you couldn't just ignore or shrug off? Treating little incidents like these is what Ekkehardt is here for, in fact. ]

Well, now. What did you get yourself into today?

[ He's coolly professional, rather than sympathetic about the injury or annoyed about it, which might be unnerving or comforting depending on your preference. ]

C. sir what are you doing up there

[ Especially in this winter weather, it's hard not for Ekkehardt to stand out, considering he's dressed in red.

The reason why he's perched in trees, idling time away sitting or walking on the tops of walls, and hanging around (sometimes literally) on interesting bits of architecture that Daybreak Academy is abundant in is something known only to himself at this time.

Though, you could probably ask. Though he seems a bit distracted, he doesn't seem like he's seeking out a place to be alone. ]

D. Wildcard

[ Sure, do whatever, I'll roll with it. ]

Edited 2019-01-11 06:51 (UTC)

A. Orientation

Raidou at least tries to listen as the Headmistress drones on - and certainly, he's got more than enough experience with sitting quietly and letting someone talk at him - but he's not entirely fluent in the language yet and he keeps missing words. Hopefully they're not important words.

In the meantime, he'll take the opportunity to glance around the room as surreptitiously as possible. It's always helpful to know where the exits are...

B. Tour

Well, if nothing else he's good at creating mental maps; that will help him learn his way around this place faster. He does at least try to pay attention to the guide, language barrier or no, but coming up with questions is harder - not that he doesn't have any, but the ones he does have tend to be about things like defenses, and he's really not sure he's supposed to be asking questions like that in a setting like this.

C. Snacks

This is... much richer fare than he's used to. Certainly, it all smells very good, but it seems to be all treats and little nutrition, as far as he can tell. He's not sure if that's normal, or if it's just something they've set up to make a good impression.

The chocolate drink is very good, though. He thinks he could probably get used to that, although he probably shouldn't.

Of course, now that he's got something to snack on, he's not sure what to do next. Making conversation is not exactly one of his strengths. He could probably use some help in that regard.

D. Wildcard

[[Surprise me?]]

A - Orientation

[ Were this not his fourth year listening to this speech, Gohan would've been a little more excited about what the headmistress had to say. However, as things were right now, he'd heard this speech so many times, that he had it completely memorized. It was making it difficult to stay awake, especially after the first thirty minutes rolled by, and Gohan realized that this wasn't going to end any time soon.

Not that he didn't understand the point of the orientation. He just wished he was actually doing something constructive with his time, since he'd already heard all this before.

But that would set a bad example for the students. So, Gohan did his best to pay attention, despite his waning interest. The teacher sat straight, looking straight ahead, very much the ideal image of a dedicated faculty member, of someone who was paying complete attention...

... Except for the way his eyes just refused to focus. His eyelids fluttering, getting heavier... ]

B - Tour

Alright, so! First off, I'd like to properly welcome you all to Daybreak Academy!

[ He's too enthusiastic. He's way too enthusiastic. Either someone's had too much coffee today, or someone's just really happy to get out of orientation.

Whichever the case may be, this tour group was getting a teacher instead of a student volunteer. A teacher who looked every bit like the stereotypical nerd, but with the kind of confidence that came from a happily married man. ]

I know orientation was a lot to take in, but I'll be happy to answer any questions you might have, whether it's about the campus, or the orientation, or... well, anything you'd like to ask!

--Oh, and my name is Dr. Gohan Son. With any luck, you'll probably be taking at least one of my classes.

D - Wildcard

( ooc: Go nuts! Surprise me! )

Edited 2019-01-11 07:15 (UTC)

A. Pre-Orientation

[Orihime leans out the windowsill of her dorm room, gauging the distance to drop to the ground. It's maybe a couple of inches lower than where she's standing now, which means there's nothing cool or dramatic about leaping out the window and yelling "I'M LATE!" Darn it. If only her dorm weren't on the first floor!]

[She sighs and slings her leg over the window sill anyway, hoisting herself up and over while dragging her schoolbag with her. She's not late either, because it's hard to sleep in when she's too excited to sleep at all the previous night. She yawns and rubs the back of her head, then picks up the pace as she starts walking quickly toward the auditorium. Maybe later she'll nod off and take a nap, but the crunch of snow beneath her shoes and the crisp winter air keep her awake and energized.]

[Pretty soon she's moving at a light jog. She'd like to get a good seat for the orientation speech because she's super into the whole saving the world thing. Rounding the corner, she falls in step beside another individual and beams cheerfully at them.]

Good morning! What's your super power?

[The most important introductory question she can ask. Now that she knows it's okay to talk about such things openly, she wants to know all the cool things everybody in this school can do.]

* * * * *

B. School Tour

[Orihime is very interested in getting to see the school grounds. She cranes her neck to see over the taller students, being only 5'1", and walks with quick light steps when beckoned with the group to continue.]

[As the tour goes on, she seems to grow more and more restless, looking into open rooms and through building windows as if searching for something specific but never able to find it.]

[Finally when the opportunity comes to ask questions, Orihime's hand rockets into the air.]

Is there a Training Room with lasers and attack robots in it?

[Look, this is important, how can she train if there aren't robots around to attack students and improve their combat reflexes?]

* * * * *

C. Snack Station

...It's really free...?

[Orihime's eyes are wide and sparkling as she tears her eyes away from the platter of square donuts and something called 'berliners.' She would have gladly bought one, but she was just told that this is something students can go ahead and eat whenever they want. No money required.]

Th-thank you...!

[She holds the beignet she was given as if it were a sacred treasure, then gingerly takes a dignified chomp. The girl shivers with delight, powdered sugar ringing her mouth as she murmurs her appreciation.]

Uwaaaaahhhh! It's warm! It's really good!

[It's also gone in seconds. She knows she shouldn't let herself get too comfortable or spoiled, because the school doesn't exist solely to feed a hungry teenager. But just for now, it's okay to enjoy herself a little, right?]

[And there's hot chocolate too?! The donut has been demolished, so she has both hands free to clasp the disposable cup in her cold fingers, simply enjoying the way it warms her palms. So there she stands, powdered sugar on her face, at the height of contented bliss.]

Edited 2019-01-11 08:15 (UTC)

((I'm starting in Prose, but I'll match styles.))

1. School Tour / School Wandering

So of course Maya was getting shown all the sites, wandering around with a student guide to tell her where everything is. Where normal classes happen, where freaky classes happen. All that good important stuff, Maya fidgets with the cup of her headphones hanging around her neck because she never goes anywhere without them if she can avoid it.

It's a lot to take in and eventually Maya just- loses her guide.

She needed some space, it was a lot of information and she was getting a bit nervous. So she slipped off to wander alone, she got 'lost.' That's the ticket. Maya's sounds are just missing, her footsteps make no noise, she has no heartbeat, and you can see she's breathing but there's no sound to that either. Magical senses will be dulled to her presence too, she just- exists but also doesn't.

At least she's not avoiding people, if she was doing that she'd be much harder to catch.

((This is two prompts, either
- a student showing her around. OR
- finding Maya wandering around on her own.))

2. Snack Station

Maya slipped her hands around the hot chocolate and wandered over to a doorway. She sat, and sipped, and waited. She figured she could get a handle on matching sounds to faces watching (stalking) one of the snack stations. She liked the cold, and she liked warm drinks. Even if winter wasn't a time she felt her best.

It was around this time last year she- no, Maya pushed that thought out of her head. Fresh start. Not crazy. The sounds are real, they aren't just her mind playing with her.

So she sipped, and watched.

3. Dorm Shenanigans / New Home (Semi-locked to Lumiere Floor 1)

Most of Maya's stuff was delivered to her room via mail. But she traveled with a day bag and her cello in checked luggage. So she looked a little striking with a backpack over one shoulder, and her cello hardcase on the other. She checked the card she had for her room number, first floor was great (given the cello).

No idea what to expect with a roommate, she hoped they weren't too loud.

She listened to the halls and there wasn't a ton of noise she could sense around her. Which made her a little more at ease. She wasn't alone, but she wasn't overwhelmed. When she reached her dorm, and steadied herself. "Here goes..."

?? Wildcard

((Maya's Opt-In on her powers is useful for tagging, or just include what she's hearing and we, ahem, play it by ear. But also just come up with a scenario that doesn't need Maya to do much and I can run with it.))

((I'm starting in Prose, but I'll match styles.))

1. School Tour

Mal should not be giving tours, and yet here she was volunteered. She's almost in a proper uniform. The color scheme was purple with little accents of green and black. And the sleeves were reinforced with leather. That adjustment actually made a little sense given that dragonfire had a habit of burning the cuffs and forearms off her uniform on a regular basis.

How her uniform changed color, well, that's probably 'an accident' in the way many things that involve Mal can be 'an accident.'

"This building usually ends up on fire, and never my fault. No proof anyway," please bother her with questions, and she hates that.

2. Snack Station

Mal was waiting for her human food, it was tasty but it took so long to prepare. The 'rissole' was a lot more like home food than the other options. While she loved some of the sweeter things Earth had to offer, she still felt too much of it would make her soft. It was like her mother's voice was still in her head when she made her choices. Even after all these years. God why did it always take minutes for humans to make things? Can't they just hex out a food once in a while.

You can pester the girl in the purple version of the uniform, but she is juggling a ball of green fire while she waits. Casually tossing it up and catching it in her hand like it were a baseball. So perhaps maybe not.

?? Wildcard

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( PROMPT A-1 )

[ ellie this that she has gone through some terrible stuff. her entire life hasn't exactly been sunshine and butterflies, but this moment? this moment right now during the orientation assembly? this is literally the worst thing she has ever experienced in her life and she has given up listening to everything after the first ten seconds. she does not make an effort to even pretend that she's interested and slouches in her chair. ]

Ugggggggh... Are you serious? Just how long is this going to be?

[ she doesn't even attempt to be super quiet about her whining. she says what she wants. ]

( PROMPT A-2 )

[ okay, you know what? fuck this. ellie literally doesn't have to listen to this so she pulls out her lucky (and very ancient) walkman! you know, those old sony walkman players where they use cassette tapes? the big bulky thing? yeah... it's not like ellie is made out of money and look, it's a lot easier to rewind and forward on a tape than on anything else so that's a bonus! also, who the heck wants to steal this from her? so that's another bonus! suck on that, ipods. ]

[ ... so yeah, ellie is just going to dig that ancient thing out from her pockets, put on her earphones, and listen to some oldass music because she's a good student like that. ]

( PROMPT B )

[ tour, smour. ellie has decided to venture out on her own because she figures that she can cover a lot more ground a lot faster on her own. besides, just how bad could wandering around this place can be? spoilers: really bad because she is already lost after five minutes. ]

... okay, I could have sworn I walked past this pillar, like, ten times already.

[ regrets might have been made ]

( PROMPT C-1 )

[ being from an orphanage typically means that you don't get a lot of nice things like hot chocolate with extra marshmallows or fancy crepes so ellie is blown away that a school(?!) is giving away all this for free. you can literally just see the sparkles in her eyes because um what kid wouldn't love free sweet food? ]

Whoa--! This is all for us?

( PROMPT C-2 )

[ and now that ellie has found out the wonders of free delicious food, she's going to abuse it by literally getting multiple cups of hot chocolate and crepes. she doesn't even hide the fact that she has been going back for seconds and thirds so if you work at the food stands, you will definitely notice that she just keeps coming back. or maybe you're another wandering student who just sees this tiny girl carrying two cups of hot chocolate and three crepes with her so yeah. ]

[ gonna milk all that free stuff :9 ]

( WILDCARD )

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C - Snacks

[He's always had a soft spot for more savory snacks. Not that the sweet stuff is bad--quite the opposite in fact--but nothing is quite as satisfying as a hot rissole on a cold day.]

[Too bad he came between batches.]

Should have brought my gloves...

[He rubs his hands together and blows on them to warm them up]

X. Welcome to Daemon Contracting

[If one thing can be said about Professor Atchison, it's that he certainly looks like the kind of man ready and willing to offer you a shady deal. From his bright, glowing yellow eyes to his tailored suit, to that smile that seems just a touch too wide to be anything but unnerving, he fits the theme of his class just perfectly.

Even if he does look a little young.]

All right, kiddos, settle down and listen up!

You might have noticed that you don't have a syllabus. That's intentional. See, I don't want you to know what's going to happen next. I don't want you to know how to prepare yourself against what I have to offer. I don't even want you to know how you'll be graded!

[He spreads his arms]

Heck, I don't even want you to know if you'll have s test!

[He folds his arms behind his back and begins pacing back and forth in front of the blackboard]

The only way you're going to know what you're up against is if. You. Listen. If you think outside the box. If you learn how to negotiate! You might even have to do a little research here and there outside of class.

And, of course, it's highly recommended that you keep up attendance. Of course, I'm not about to force you or anything! Learning how to navigate contracts is your choice to make! I'm sure the Daemon you contracted with would be more than happy to let you flounder under your thumb. I mean, I know I would if I was them. Can't eat a few hundred souls without suckering a few hundred fools!

[WILDCARD]

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Edited 2019-01-11 15:39 (UTC)

ORIENTATION
Tyzias was well acquainted with the classical starvation-induced stomachache. But the overindulgence-induced stomachache? That was new. And uncomfortable. At least she was more than full in this case.

So forgive Tyzias if she's a little grumpy as she stabs at her meal, scowl creasing her face for no apparent reason. But she's nothing if not attentive, and her other hand is taking furious notes on the Headmistress's speech in a massive, battered notebook. If anything, Tyzias is in a little too invested in the opening speech--despite her runecrafter's dexterity, Tyzias cuts her finger as she saws into a particularly thick slab of beef.

Hissing through her teeth, Tyzias shakes her hand. "Shit. Knew I should've bifurcated," she mutters, but otherwise continues to take notes. Is... is she bleeding teal blood?

TOURS
For the entire tour, Tyzias has been acting rather... odd. Almost completely insane, actually. She'd spent a full ten minutes holding up the group in the assembly hall as she muttered, consulted her notebook, held out her hands sketching runes in the air, and fiddled with goggles. Then rather than walking like a normal person, Tyzias spun around in slow circles the entire time with an eerily intent expression.

Then she winces, bangs on her goggles, and stops dead in her trucks. "Oh, son of a fuckin'-- hold on, lemme-- won't take long, promise." Grimacing, Tyzias takes out her notebook again, studying her own inscrutable handwriting and slightly-more scrutable mess of runes as she holds her other palm out in the air. Glowing teal runes appear, and Tyzias mutters something about unstable magic messing with her arrays as she fiddles with them. This might take a while.

SNACKS
"You're telling me that I can have all this," Tyzias says to the station attendant, gesturing towards an absolute mess of some kind of beverage that's accompanied by several packets of candy, "for free. No strings attached."

The attendant nods, dumbstruck.

Tyzias squints at him, attempting to find any signs of deceit. Then she shrugs, and-- wow, that's a mess. Tyzias doesn't seem to mind, though. "Oh, fuck, this is what hot chocolate tastes like. Holy shit, no wonder it's so expensive."

"...a box of packets is less than a euro," the attendant mutters.

"Like I said, that shit's expensive."

RACCOON (Closed to Floor 1 of Lumiere)
At around 11 PM on the first floor of the Lumiere dorm, after hours and hours off cursing, the sound of welding metal, muttering, the distinctive thump of massive books being moved, and the shuffling of papers, the lights of Room 105 finally go dark.

Five minutes later, there's some almost feral-sounding growling. Somebody rolls out of bed, hits the floor hard, then stumbles to the window. There's a few more minutes of muttering and the keening of magic. Then a much, much louder thud, something clanking open, and bare seconds later the extraordinarily loud sound of contented snoring.

It smells like a literal garbage dump.

Edited 2019-01-11 18:02 (UTC)

A.

[The vampire is standing straight, eyes ahead as though he's paying attention to what's going on, but his hands are in his pockets and there's no interest in his eyes. He might not have had to sit through this speech before, but there's nothing being spoken that he hasn't already heard. It's just cliche inspirational material.

There are better things he could be doing with his time, but he's faculty and therefore needs to make an appearance. Still, he's near the back for a reason. There's enough people shifting around back here that he might be able to slip out unnoticed.

Or at least he'd be able to if turning around didn't brought him face-to-face with someone else. Why do they need to stand so close together for these things, anyway?]

C.

[Mello misses his usual chocolate bars, and hot cocoa isn't a worthy replacement but it could be worse. He accepts his mug, half full with no extras added, and takes it off to a bench away from the crowd. Setting it down beside him, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out what is undeniably a small bag of blood. The cap is yanked off casually with his teeth.

If he notices someone watching, he'll stare right back, nonplussed, and empty the contents of the bag into his cocoa.]

D. extra prompt: introduction class

[Mihael Keehl is a professor, something Mello ever expected to be. He certainly never expected to be teaching a class on law. Though this class isn't your usual law class. It's one he deems essential for their line of work, because here he wont just be teaching the kids how to operate within the law, but how to work around it.

The class is titled International Law and Its Relation to the Supernatural Underground, and the man running it has no patience for anyone unwilling to take him seriously.]

If you're in this class you'd better be willing to pay attention, because I don't like repeating myself. We're all in this place for a reason, and if your reason is to goof off with your special abilities I'll kick you out. Same thing if you half-ass it. If you try and you fail miserably you'll probably still get an 'F' but at least everyone'll know you tried.

[And that's worth something to some people, he supposes.]

If you want to be successful on missions you need to know everything you're working with wherever you're sent off to. Every country has different rules, both in regards to civilian law and the supernatural. That means if you go around flaunting your sparkly glow beams you could be doubly fucked.

That's what I'm here to help you with. Any questions?

[He stops in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest. Judging from his expression, he may not care to answer whatever's asked.]

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Edited 2019-01-11 23:22 (UTC)

Orientation

Yuya is definitely not paying attention to orientation. Sure, he caught onto the urgency of the Headmistress' tone, but once he realized the actual speech is the same one he's heard for two years now, he tunes it right out.

Instead he's fiddling with his phone the screen brightness turned up to the point it might distracting to those next to him. It isn't hard to catch a peak of the page he's scrolling through, which is a list of short plays and their summaries and scripts.

Occasionally he mutters something under his breath, as if he wasn't distracting enough.

Snacks

Between putting his things away, reviewing his class locations this term, and catching up with friends, Yuya absolutely takes the long path through the stalls. He's already got a couple stuffed rolls in his hand, and he's in the middle of receiving a crepe when he freezes, looking at something just over the booth owner's shoulder. A nervous chill runs down his spine as a sizable, red dragon lumbers up behind the stall and uses his long neck to reach between the flaps and start sniffing around the ingredients.

"W-wait--" he's too slow to react before the chef turns around, and then a piercing shriek echos through the area.

Well, that's what happens when you always feed them table scraps, right? Yuya really needs to work with his familiar about manners.

Wildcard

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A: Class Orientation

[The class syllabus here doesn't seem like it had a ton of effort put into it. But hey - there's no tests indicated! It even seems generally vague on the concept of homework; there's subjects and suggested readings outlined, but not a whole lot of proving that you did any of it.

Michael claps his hands for attention. He's a confident and poised speaker, and he's wearing a dark suit with a tie and pocket square patterned in the school's white-and-blue.]

So! Illusion magic! I know you're all here to put yourselves on the front line, but you have to remember - there's no better fight than a fight you don't get into in the first place. Failing that, you need to play it smart, and cheat as much as you can.

In this class, we're going to start with basic theory, and then move on to projected illusions, and touch on casting on yourself towards the end of the semester. All tests are practical, and I don't care if you do any homework as long as you figure out the material. Hell, if you can pass the tests, I don't even really care if you come to class. You're mortal, for the most part, and your time's limited. You should have fun! But do make sure you're sure you can pass?

Finally, illusions won't do you any good if you can't sell them. If you don't act like you believe what you're putting out there, why should anybody else believe you? So we're also going to work on your lying abilities. I know that's not exactly in the class description, but don't be concerned if you're bad at it! [He grins, sharply.] We'll manage.

Also, if you're any good, you should come and join the drama club! We're going to New York later this year, it's gonna be fun. [He spreads his hands with a smile.] Questions?

B: Snacks!

[Physiologically, Michael does not require food. But man, he sure likes to eat it anyway! He'll be here for a little while, munching on crepes and being utterly unsubtle as he adds something from a flask to his cup of apple cider.

Of course, he also mixes the cider and the hot chocolate at one point, so who knows what the fuck he's doing.]

C: Wildcard!

[Find Michael hanging around! Be approached by him! He's an extrovert!]

[Will match format - no particular preference.]

-A-

Killua tuned out what the Headmistress was saying after about two sentences, once it was clear that nothing in the speech was going to be important. From there, it took another five minutes for him to get bored of looking at the other students and trying to guess what their powers are. Eventually, he just pulled his phone out and started playing some kind of high-speed ninja action game while he waited for the endless monologue to end so he could get on with his life.

Looking at the screen, he's up to wave 135, and seems to have completely unplugged from the world around him. You could probably do anything short of punching him in the face and he wouldn't even notice. If you're prank-prone, or if you're trying to get him to pay attention, there's no way he could actually be aware of what you're doing until it's too late, right?

...Right?

-C-

So far, the coolest thing about this place was the food. If he wanted, he could just pile on the chocolate all day, and nobody could stop him! And as it turns out, that was exactly what he wanted to do. Worrying about eating healthy's for old people.

While waiting with a plate full of sweets, for the staff to bring out more sweets, he strikes up a conversation with whoever else is in the area. "Pretty crazy place, right? It's ridiculous that most people don't even know it exists."

-D-

(Surprise me!)

Edited 2019-01-11 21:42 (UTC)

i; tour guide alisaie

[ ugh. how did she get roped into this?

she knows exactly how. because she's been here for five years now, and some of the faculty convinced her to, so despite her better judgment she has begrudgingly agreed. it's fine. she can do this. it's just a tour, not giving a speech in front of a crowd. it's only sort of like public speaking.

all right, it's kind of a lot like public speaking, so she agreed to this with the understanding that she would tour only one person at a time - so here she is with you on the main thoroughfare, now, her sparkly carbuncle familiar at her side, doing her best to keep on a.. friendly face. friendlyish. ]

What would you like to see first?

ii; snackapalooza

[ ah, now this is much more her speed.

hot chocolate and warm cookies are one of the best things about winter, and alisaie is more than happy to come out of the comfortable hermit hole of her dorm room to seek sweet sugary sustenance. three times she goes back and forth from the food station to the table she is reading at, and she doesn't seem to be slowing down any time soon. naturally, topaz carbuncle is at her side, as well.

she's carrying a plate laden with sweets in one hand, a steaming mug of hot chocolate on the other, and there is definitely whipped cream on her nose. vary carefully, she sets both down, and topaz hops onto the bench, and then right on the tabletop, settling down onto his haunches in loaf-shape, wiggling his nose.. right at you, and your plate of food. he's a very well-practiced begger. ]

iii; wildcard

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A. Speeches

For most of the speech (until someone else's shenanigans inevitably interrupt him), Souji does his best to sit up straight and stare ahead. It's important to make a good impression at a new school, and frankly, he's seen worse opening assemblies.

This one is pretty dire, though. No sense of showmanship, given that this is apparently some kind of magic hero school. Maybe Souji's read too much manga, but he honestly expected some kind of lightshow, at least.

He's too polite to get up and leave himself, but he does find himself with the option of zoning out and thinking about Our Champion Ultra, or turning to the people next to him and seeing if they're as bored as he is. As a first option, at least, he does the turning and checking on people around him.

B. Tours

Souji tries to hang back in the tours, less out of shyness and more in order to not stand in front of other students shorter than his 5'11". He does spend a lot of his time looking around at the architecture and wondrousness of the campus, though. He's never seen magic before, barring the craziness that let to him discovering his Flame and Daemons, and he's never seen architecture like this before outside of books. It's dawning on him that he's in a truly foreign place, and it's gorgeous.

Just forgive him if he's gawking too much to pay attention to where he's going, or where other people around him are going. He might end up running into someone, or just being a little lost.

C. Snacks

Souji isn't just scarfing down free food, thank you. He's actually enjoying the food, and taking some time between pastries to ask about recipes. He doubts he'll be able to bake fresh bread here (nor would he know where to start), but having a general idea of what to do with rolls and minced meat sounds like a great way to use leftovers.

He's just. Also eating a lot of risolles and begneits. But respectfully.

0. Wildcard

Souji's also got a lot of other things to do, sorting out his school supplies and his dorm room. You can definitely bother him in Aube Dorm while he's moving his few boxes into 204, or pretty much anywhere else in campus. He's a busy guy.

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