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APRIL TDM
APRIL TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé. A beautiful city you've called home for quite some time. While things can be a little weird, isn't that true of all homes? It's fully spring now, and there are flowers to be found everywhere. April's showers are a familiarity as well, the occasional downpour or drizzle keeping you on your toes. What will you do today? I. April showers bring May flowers, right? Well, there are already plenty of flowers to be had, but that part of the old rhyme being true doesn't save you from the first part of it. While the weather forecasters do their best, their success rate for predicting the rain seems to be about fifty-fifty. Unfortunately, sometimes when they do predict the rain happening, they misjudge how bad it's going to be. Was the sky was clear when you last looked outside? It may not be quite so clear now. Hope you remembered to bring an umbrella today. But it's not so bad, really! Maybe if you forgot to prepare, someone will share their umbrella with you. Not in the mood to talk to anyone? You can probably find some thrifty umbrella vendors on the streets of Tisse. When in doubt, there are always some loaner umbrellas scattered around in Apprassage at the Recollé Library as well. The library asks that you return any of the mismatched loaners found at the door, but it's not like the system is that strongly enforced. Well, other than the library stamp on the umbrellas, that is. If you find yourself in Chata today, you could always buy a magazine off the street corners to hold overhead. If you look like you may buy something, vendors don't seem to mind if you idle under their awnings. Check out the latest fashions coming this spring while you wait it out. It looks like buckles are in, but some of the high fashion clothes look a little odder than usual. The hot, new dresses range from large like a billowing tarp to appearing more like an artfully arranged handkerchief than anything else. Fashion sure is weird sometimes. II. Recollé Square in Tribunal Terrace boasts a huge assortment of flower gardens scattered throughout the district, though they all appear to be whatever citizens felt like planting at the time. In fact, only flowers in Apprassage seem to match, especially around the University. Today, while the rain's stopped, a large group of people seem to be taking advantage of Recollé Square's mismatching for flower picking, crown and wreath weaving, and bouquet arranging. The activities seem to be loosely led by the city's PTA and some of the other socialite groups from around town. Then again, for long-standing citizens of the city this isn't unusual either. You seem to remember that this is an annual sort of thing even though there isn't actually a name for the event. Some booths are set up around the park to swap seeds, flowers and food for cash or gossip, the guidelines a little more loose outside of the business districts. It seems as though lot of families are picnicking this weekend. There's even some kind of contest going on for the best flower crown - though usually the city tends to collectively pick a kid for the winner, so your best artistic talents might not get you the admiration you crave. In addition, there's the most accurately judged flower-growing contest if you've been waiting for this day for a year or more, but that event tends to have the same people involved every year and the majority of Recollé isn't too heavily invested in it. They're here for the picnics and flower crowns, and it seems about the same as it always does. This year, though, there do seem to be more flowers than ever...and for that matter, they're a lot bigger than usual, too. III. Despite some of the fashion fiascos the magazines are displaying, maybe you should spend some time shopping this week. It may come as a surprise to you that your clothes haven't been fitting properly as of late. Those skinny jeans are just a hair too loose, and your favorite shirt seems baggier than it used to be. The problem, however, is that every shop you go to seems to stock clothes with the same issues. You're down a size or two or three, or maybe they're just marking everything down wrong. And surely you don't have the time or money to replace your entire wardrobe...will you take your chances? Complain to the store's manager? Or maybe you're an unfortunate soul who has to try and explain the unexplainable. Maybe offering a coupon will appease shoppers today. IV. Apparently walking around your neighborhood isn't quite as safe as it used to be - or it isn't safe if you want to trust your eyes. One second the little old lady who lives at the corner appears to be walking her pitbull just as she has every day for the last several years. The next, the pitbull is gone and she's walking a rather angry-looking caterpillar. Blink and you'll miss it, but as time goes on you'll see more and more of these larger-than-life insects wandering around. No matter how hard you try to explain it, the only other people who seem to see this as the least bit weird are people with the Retrospec app. Oh, do you not have the Retrospec app? Think again. The sound of chirping crickets will follow you until the next time you look at your mobile device or a public computer, prompting you to accept a profile and upload a user picture. Congratulations! It seems as though you've been selected to be a new tester! ...it's going to be one of those days. BONUS. While the Retrospec app only infrequently has posts from the company itself - and those have thus far proven to be universally useless - this month there is an onslaught of updates. At least once per day there's a picture of a new type of flower or insect, along with a "fun fact" about whatever the company has posted. Did you know, for example, that wasps feeding on fermenting juice have been known to get "drunk' and pass out? Ancient civilizations burned aster leaves to ward off evil spirits. Ticks can grow from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a marble. Roses are related to apples, raspberries, cherries, peaches, plums, nectarines, pears and almonds. Houseflies find sugar with their feet, which are 10 million times more sensitive than human tongues. Praying mantises prey on other insects, and perhaps you'd better watch your step. Wait, what? As usual, any attempt to get the company to reply about the increasingly disturbing information they're sending out is useless. The daily facts grow less and less useful and eventually seem to be nothing but fun facts about how flowers and bugs could kill you or one another. Kind of unfortunate for you, if this is your first time getting any messages whatsoever from the app. How do you unsubscribe? Good luck figuring it out. Welcome to the ![]() |
Rosalind Lutece | Bioshock: Infinite
[Rosalind Lutece has a dilemma.
It's raining. It's pouring, actually, the kind of rain you're guaranteed to get drenched in, no matter what preventative measures you might take. Oh, an umbrella would surely mitigate that blow, but as she doesn't even that, it's not worth considering. And yet she has a class in about half an hour, and she can't very well skip it, being the person who's supposed to teach it.
Thus: the dilemma. She's got to get across Apprassage in half an hour, preferably without looking as if she's just stepped out of the shower.
Rosalind grimaces, glancing out from the library's doorway with a little scowl on her face. This is going to require socializing, and while she's not necessarily opposed to that, she hardly likes doing it in dire circumstances.
Still. Needs must, and to that end, she tugs out her cell phone. Perhaps you're a friend (or, worse, a luckless student) she's just texted, calling for aid; perhaps you're simply walking by with a large umbrella, and about to be shouted towards. Either way, Rosalind seems determined to get to the university without getting soaked, no matter what methods she has to employ in order to do so.]
Oye! Excuse me!
III; the one where she's pissed about clothes;
[This is ridiculous.
It's ridiculous. She's not a particularly difficult woman to fit; she doesn't ask much from her clothes. All she wants is something simple and practical: a black dress, something that fits without being too clingy or too loose. One would think that would be easy to find, but this is the third store she's exiting.
Or, well. Striding from, really, in a manner that suggests it might become storming if someone gets in her way. It isn't the shopkeep's fault, which is why she'd bitten her tongue when the poor young woman had told her they didn't have her size. But for god's sake, she hasn't anything to wear: everything she'd donned this morning was either too tight or too loose, both entirely inappropriate for daily wear.]
IV; the one where she's a professor;
[For all she's a brilliant professor, Rosalind does tend to go a little fast.
It's not that she's opposed to answering questions, no, not in the least. Anytime someone raises their hand, Rosalind is perfectly willing to go over whatever concept they're having trouble with. But despite the fact she's supposedly teaching some intro courses, one probably oughtn't take a class from Dr. Lutece unless they've a solid grasp on science. Rosalind lectures as if everyone in the room already has a decent grasp of things, moving through lessons as though she's explaining familiar concepts to people who simply need a refresher. It's really not fair, but she's only been teaching for about a year, so cut her some slack.
Still. There's a reason she has extended office hours, because there's an awful lot of students who come in needing a bit of extra help. Catch her in her office, or just come up to her after class: the professor is in, y'all.]
BONUS; the one where she's texting;
I'd like to think this doesn't need to be said, but as most of the general population tends to believe the first thing they read: I hope you're all quite aware most of these facts aren't accurate. There's obviously quite a few plants and animals that can kill you, but please don't everyone start running around in terror the next time they happen to see a wasp.
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flying sentient hypodermic needles pissed off at the world
how is that not terrifying bc personally i think theyre assholes
also i need thermite
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What on earth do you need thermite for?
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or i guess you were allergic
and im considering doing a demonstration for my class so they dont eff some shh up with the materials were gonna be working with
not actually thermite but i think itd be a good tactic to get em taking their safety seriously once we start bustin out the bots for the robot fighting competition this year
somebody ALWAYS thinks flames are a good idea for some possibly crappily built robot fighting in a contained area around lots of people
( theyre not )
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Yes? Can I help you?
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You can, actually. Are you heading towards the university?
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What's not okay is the rain. She had taken one of the last loaner umbrellas from the library, but they're flimsy and easily turned inside out in the wind, and honestly? she had half a mind to break the umbrella over her knee because it's tiny and weak and useless and—
she glowers when somebody calls out to her. But it's an adult she doesn't recognize, and probably shouldn't snap at in front of a public building, so Mafuyu immediately straightens up and puts on a smile as she skips towards Rosalind. ] Yeah? What's up? [ While twirling her umbrella. Rainwater flies everywhere. ]
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[She takes a few steps backwards, trying to avoid that splattering of raindrops.]
I . . . require your assistance. Would you be willing to share your umbrella?
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1!
the old man is snoringokay, scratch that last part, Tommy's not sleepwalking and is still a good 30 years from considering himself "old", even if he was plucking kittens out of trees and breaking down doors when the probies at the Tribunal Terrace station were in diapers. Consider "mildly discontented" instead - April showers means less structure fires, sure, but it also means more motor vehicle collisions (which are always a mess) and more time spent cooped up in the station reading over inventories and readiness protocols (which is always a bore). It's not even close to a fair trade.(Those stereotypical "cat-in-tree" calls, by the way? Wastes of time when they come in, more often than not. Roll up in the rig, get a ladder up, get their furry little asses down on terra firma again, and they'll still look at you like you owe them a saucer of milk. Arrogant little shits.
he's not a dog person not at all why do you ask)All of which is to say, of course, that Rosalind's loud enough to derail his internal monologue and make him stop and look over his shoulder.]
-can I help you, miss?
[In the words of that one Crusader dude from The Last Crusade, Rosalind has chosen...wisely. Tommy is an ideal umbrella-holder, doncha know! At a long and lanky 6' 2", he's got more than a couple inches on her, making for an ideal rain shadow under that canopy - no need to worry about crowding under it, either.]
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. . . yes. I need to get to the university campus, but I haven't an umbrella.
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bonus
how many of those plants and animals that can kill can be found in the city?
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I'm so sorry, I lost the notif in my inbox for this thread :x feel free to drop!
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He raises a brow, looking half-amused and half-skeptical at her attempts to get a poor passerby's attention.]
No need to shout, Rosalind. You're more likely to scare them away at this rate.
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[Not that she's going to be shouting anymore now that he's here. Perhaps it's a bit presumptuous, assuming he'll automatically help her, but being presumptuous is generally a good way to be when one is dealing with Ardyn.]
Come along, then.
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iv - it's time
Her voice rings out the small hallway with dedicated offices and cubicles for lowly adjunct teachers like hers. ]
Alright, guys — food's here and set up. Single file -
[ And she almost died. The nutritionist professors despite their skill of diets and exercise sure went for the bread rolls first. She's stepping to press to the wall as the rush of hungry professors go towards the open spaghetti and soup bar.
This, of course, wasn't her favorite part but it got her on the Dean's good side. For now. ]
Or, you could just be rotten and stampede like cattle... okay.
[ Elizabeth peeks through the crowd, and finally leans in to knock at Rosalind's door — ]
Dinner is served, if you're ready to call it a break.
YESSSSS
[--only four, but it isn't, actually, not if Elizabeth is here. Rosalind blinks, then sighs as she gets up from her desk. Losing herself in her work isn't uncommon, but it'd be nice to at least be mildly aware of time passing. Oh, well.
She steps out of her office, glancing down the hall. One eyebrow raises.]
I see the appeal of free food hasn't lost its luster. Good god, you'd think that would end with the students, wouldn't you? Really, I think you might well get them to fight if you purposely ordered too little food.
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III
But Mohammed does not give up. He will find something that fits, even if he has to try every article in the store.
...But he will retreat strategically when he spots a university professor leaving his next target. She doesn't appear to be in a good mood, and considering how awful he considers his current outfit to be, she's going to judge him so hard.
She won't see him in this state if he ducks into the alleyway. Problem solved.]
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Like, um.
Because, see, she saw that, Mohammed. She absolutely saw that. RUNNING INTO AN ALLEY DOES NOT MEAN SHE SUDDENLY DID NOT SEE YOU, SHE IS NOT AN INFANT, SHE HAS OBJECT PERMANENCE. And while he might look fairly awful, she isn't doing too much better.]
Mr. Abdul.
[She calls that out lightly. At least his retreat means she's mildly amused now.]
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what's up prof?? i guess (iv.)
It's still one of the better classes that he's had here at Recolle. And he's also noticed that Rosalind's lecture sounds similar to the one that he sat through last year.
At least, when most of the students are done actually accosting her at the front of the lecture theatre when Rosalind wraps up, that's when Seto makes his way to the front of the lecture theatre. ]
Feels like the same lecture you gave last year. [ There's a slight smirk - Seto's kind of joking. Kind of. ]
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[Really, she probably ought to object. There's most definitely some idiotic bureaucratic rule that says she needs to kick out any student not technically enrolled. But Mr. Kaiba is non-disruptive, and brilliant, and generally someone interesting to talk to, so she hardly minds.]
Is there a reason you keep attending, or are you just that endeared to my lectures?
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Bonus!
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iii
It might be best not to bother her, he thinks, but thinking better of things doesn't always stop him from doing them.]
Looks like you're on the way to a murder scene, professor. Don't tell me the kids have been that bad?
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[She huffs as she says that, her mouth drawn, but comes up short. Chuuya's always worth complaining to, if for no other reason than he seems to enjoy egging hr on.]
There's not a damn store in this city that carries clothes in my size. Which wouldn't be a problem, save for the fact my entire wardrobe seems to have suddenly shrunk.
IV - a thousand years late
[Which was why her head suddenly poked in the doorway as the teen rapped lightly on the frame.]
Excuse me, Professor, do you have a quick second? I have a question.