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repeter2017-04-16 09:01 pm
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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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
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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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[ He's got a good amount in him right now, so she's welcome to all of it she wants - Jack stretches like a cat, obviously satisfied, and when he's finished talking, he winks. ]
We'll go embarrass the shit out of ourselves in public and make a fancy restaurant deal with us. Make a real night of it.
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On the other hand: she doesn't precisely have a lot of friends, she's quite fond of Jack, and it's been a while since she's enjoyed herself like that.
And it's not as if she has to make a decision right now, right?]
I don't drink in public. But if you'd care to share that tequila, I'm hardly going to refuse.
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[ Just let him unscrew the cap and sneak in a sip, obviously trying hard to enjoy decent wine - how do people do this again? You let it sit in your mouth and like... wait for the flavor cascade to happen, right? Because his palate isn't exactly cultured and all he's tasting is wine that tastes slightly different from the way cheaper stuff.
Nnnnnnope, nothing happening. He swallows it and looks skeptically at the bottle. ]
Nah, not getting any of those oaky notes. Whatever the hell oak is supposed to taste like. Guess I'll always be a tequila man.
[ Two characters I never would've thought would be buds: these guys. ]
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Well, not ambiguous. But whatever!
Another swig of the Cheap Wine, and perhaps it's starting to hit her, because what emerges is less a laugh and more of a giggle. It's almost immediately stifled, but there it was all right.]
Dinner first, then. Though I'll bet you ten dollars you absolutely can't make the waiter drop something. As for the wine, I'll tell you a secret: there isn't a person in the world who can taste the difference. The best wines are the sort where you can't taste the alcohol at all, which means you shouldn't usually go over fifty dollars.
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Seriously? Dayum, do you classy folk have us normies snowed. Here I thought you had to dump a couple hundred bucks for a decent wine. [ Yep, sneaking another sip. Nope, still not tasting anything super mindblowing, but he's also... on his way to drunk..... so. ] Good to know I can just peel off the label and nobody'll know the difference.
[ Now he's pushing the little bottle away for what is almost certainly probably the last time, because he kind of does still have to ride his bike home. It's generally a lot easier when he isn't seeing double. ]
You gonna be able to get home alright after this, Ros? Dunno if you have the tolerance I do. [ He leans back in his seat. ] Kinda hoping you don't. For your liver's sake.
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[Actually, truth be told, she might have to call her poor graduate assistant, because driving drunk is not how Dr. Lutece wants to go out. And a thought belatedly occurs to her, and she adds with a slight frown:]
And I've got plenty of tolerance, thank you. I'm perfectly able to handle my liquor.
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[ Or could always try to walk her home and then fall down a lot, like a real gentleman with a drinking issue. It's the thought that counts! Kind of like Christmas. ]
And sure, you might be, but you're outta your league, Ros. Only guy who's ever drank me under the table was Tony Carter, and that's only because the bastard cheats.
[ You know, that super famous writing guy? He has weird friends. ]
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