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recollecters) wrote in repeter2017-04-16 09:01 pm
APRIL TDM
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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 recolle test drive meme! All characters will be begin in-game AU'd as Recollé residents. You may use any of the above prompts for ideas or make up your own depicting your Recollé AU! Prompts do not have to be set in the districts listed above. You can review our list of locations for what's available. Please note that TDM threads can be used as samples, can be kept as game canon, and can also be used for bonus points for future item regains. Share a few minor details of your AU, tag around, and have fun!
The April 2017 TDM directory can be found here. The April 2017 Workshop can be found here. The mod questions comment is here. |
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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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[The worst part-- and it's really not so bad, compared to other people, but the worst part about talking to Jack is that she's inevitably tempted to start to get into these silly little back-and-forths with him. He's clever enough to keep it interesting, and yet she's far too dignified to debate the deadliness of a wasp.]
. . . allergic is one thing, but the stinger isn't nearly long or thick enough to make a difference in terms of being stabbed in the jugular.
[JUST KIDDING SHE'LL DEBATE ALL DAY]
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nah im not that much of an asshole and i kinda like a few of these kids
also i dont want any of them puking on my floor
it was either thermite or homemade napalm not that i know how to make that
[ That would just be silly. But hoo boy, it looks like they're gearing up for the ten millionth debate over stuff that absolutely does not matter in the least and Jack is so ready for it. ]
asian giant hornets though
1/4 inch stinger all up in yo major arteries bc i AM counting the carotid as a possibility here
[ GIRL ARE U READY TO PEDANT BC HE'S IN IT TO WIN IT ]
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[For heaven's sake, Ros.]
We're not in Asia, and there aren't any giant hornets here. And while a stinger that size would certainly require treatment, it wouldn't kill you. It's the venom that does it, then.
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and its actually the fact that like
a zillion of em sting you at once bc like i said wasps are assholes
also theyre in america now
i watched a documentary on netflix once rosie im basically an expert
[ Obviously. ]
and what if youd been running from a cloud of giant wasps and your pulse was up huh
youre runnin and runnin and then you trip and your neck is tragically exposed
artery all gross and bulging and whatever
and then like three of em stung you in the EXACT SAME SPOT
thats like GOTTA be a pinhole right and people shoot up hit arteries and die all the time
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All right. I suppose, in that very specific situation, an entire group of wasps might, perhaps, in a million-to-one chance, be fatal.
[UGH.]
That still don't invalidate my initial point: most of these facts are simply incorrect, Jack.
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oh yeah a ton of this is crap i just wanted to be right
im pretty sure if i ate 40 spiders a year i would probably notice
theres one that just said " you are never more than six feet from a spider " tho and its kinda fucking with me
like
how many spiders are there?
[ Annnnnd we slide into shower thoughts territory. ]
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1/3
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like they gotta make some kinda really quiet scratchy bug leg noise right
[ He's always like this. ]
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Well, yes, of course they do, but we can hardly hear it, can we?
[God damn it. At least she got a good laugh out of his first text.]
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i mean if you wouldve said " mostly silent " or " very quiet " or smth then id have no ammo here but you just did the equivalent of using the word literally
thats two for two rosie you better step up ya game
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wanna come share it with me?
imagine how crazy the debates gonna get THEN
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What's it a bottle of?
[. . . except she's already gathering her things to head over to the robotics department, so-oo the answer is absolutely yes, thanks.]
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[ That he's definitely not supposed to have on campus, but Jack being a hot goddamn mess isn't exactly a secret among the staff, so it shouldn't surprise anyone. Stay sober during working hours, be chill, stay low-key, maybe run the occasional fetch quest for the other professors as a show of goodwill - eh, he gets by.
He's waiting in his... not really office, he doesn't have one, but the robotics workshop is good enough, and he's got a bottle of what actually looks like decent wine set out and waiting.
It's three inches tall. ]
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[So says arrogant, entitled Dr. Lutece, who looks somewhat sick of all the papers tucked into the crook of her arm. Really, she's got so much more to get through, but spending the evening getting tipsy with her colleague sounds so much more appealing.]
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[ He waves the bottle in hand - it's normally sized, but obviously the cheap and strong kind bought by people who could give less of a crap about the sommelier experience - and sits up, gesturing around the workshop. He's barely even got a desk, but it's surprisingly meticulous, papers swept up and slid into a drawer to be done later. ]
Pull up a chair, Professor - now, they all have wheels, but mine is the only one that spins. I bought it for myself, so try not to get too jealous.
[ To illustrate, he spins. This is a grown ass man who works in higher education. ]
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[Dryly said, as she pulls over a chair and settles in near him. The absolutely tiny bottle of wine is considered, and then Rosalind sighs as she gestures towards the cheap stuff.]
Hand it over, then. And don't gloat. I've drunken piss-poor alcohol before tonight. At least this isn't something home-brewed.
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[ He hands the bottle over, leaning in to stage whisper: ]
The secret is potatoes. Potatoes will get you fucked up.
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[HONESTLY she's in her thirties now, she's respectable, she's swigging that wine like it's a Friday night. And oh, lord, but it is cheap, but it's also incredibly alcoholic, and incidentally free, so you know what, best to just swallow.
. . . twice. She's got to catch up, after all.]
Oh, good god, Jack. I know we're not paid much, but you can surely afford something better tasting than this.
[Although that's jokingly said, not snobbishly.]
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