Recollé Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
recollecters) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
repeter2017-04-16 09:01 pm
recollecters) wrote in repeter2017-04-16 09:01 pm
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 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. |
I
Yin doesn't exactly do "friendly" when she's chilled to the bone and woefully unprepared. water still drew lines down her bare arm-and-a-half and dripped to the ground near her soggy sneakers. she scoffed. ]
Hah. [ she cast a sidelong glance to see who had joined her in the streetside storefront. the tension in her lips caused her studs to point more upward like fangs rather than just dull spikes. ] They sell umbrellas at Starbucks now?
no subject
Funny. [The wiseass at the end of the sentence is implied, but she doesn't seem offended.] Don't give them any ideas. They have insane markups as is. [She adds:] Coffee would be nice. Warm.
no subject
[ seems that the first round went to this clever new girl. the idea put forward was far too appealing. made her more aware of just how cold it was out. Yin sighed. ] You know what else is warm? A shot of Jack.
[ Yin pats down her one of her pockets. ] Too bad my flask's at home.
no subject
[She raises an eyebrow at the mention of alcohol, and for a time it seems she is going to leave it alone. Then:]
It'd cause a blood rush, but your core temp would drop like a stone. [...] And it's 2 in the afternoon.
no subject
she raised a brow and shrugged her shoulder. ] Those are the kind of facts that stops alcoholics. Shit like... biology. And time zones. [ it's five o'clock somewhere, etc.
Yin turned her head up and peered out at the dark clouds blocking out the sky as far as one could see. ] Besides. You can't even tell the sun's still out when it's this bad.
no subject
no subject
another shrug. ] I don't care if the sun wants to poke its stupid head out or not, but if it doesn't at least it could be raining hair dries or something.
[ the worst part of this is that Yin's actually completely sober. ]
no subject
[She reaches out, lets water capture and pool in her hands, flicks it off her fingertips. Playing in the rain was for kids, but she could indulge here, a little.]
no subject
Anyway, I know weather forecasts aren't always spot on but like... this is pretty fucking nuts, even for that.
no subject
She doesn't even bother with her own hair. It's only damp thanks to her hood, the vivid red made dark and heavy from rainfall, truly wet simply at the sunbleached tips of it, and so she ignores it. She favored practicality over vanity. If it tangled, that could be dealt with once she got somewhere warm and dry.
The urge to go into some long explanation about global warming comes, is considered, then passes. Somehow she feels it wouldn't be appreciated. And it's depressing to think about.]
It's not all bad. The plants will appreciate it. [...] You don't seem like the sort to get spooked by a few rain showers.
no subject
until a car passed by along the street. most people knew to drive slowly and carefully on the narrow roads when it's like this, but this person was making good time. when their tires slid through a wide puddle and made a big splashing sound, that's when Yin's shoulders tightened involuntarily. she tried to cover it up with her arm braced across her chest. ] It's just f-fucking cold, yeah? Would've stayed in if I knew. Gotten some work done.
no subject
Sorry. Didn't mean to offend. [She sounds sincere enough, though she's quiet for a moment after. It edges over into uncomfortable territory before she finds the string of conversation again.] What do you do?
no subject
...I'm a drummer. I mostly do it for myself but I make videos and play with local groups. Y'know. Stuff like that.
no subject
no subject
no subject
Well, that isn't so bad. If it's something you enjoy doing, then what attention you get shouldn't matter, right?
no subject
[ Yin paused as if considering that in depth, then interrupted her own thought with a bark of laughter. ] Jesus christ, if I don't get outta this I'm gonna freeze to death and you'll have my whole life story to pass on. Shit. [ now it's time to squint through the downpour and see if there's any more reasonable, indoor cover she could try and spring toward. ]
no subject
Which is none of her business. So instead she shrugs her shoulders, turns her gaze away.] You could always stop talking to me. [She's smiling a little, a barely-there twitch of her mouth.] I'm not bothered either way.
[She sticks her hand out again from under the cover of the awning.] Looks like it's tapering off, now. You could make a break for it. I'll pretend not to notice.
no subject
no subject
no subject
Yeah. Looks like it. [ she doesn't feel that compelled to stick around either. not after narrowly avoiding a public episode. Yin gives the redhead a two-finger salute. ] See ya around, I guess.