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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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And then.
The alarm sounds. ]
Stupid—! [ It's her turn to grab at Ruiji's wrist, jagged edges of glass be damned because he needs to let go and they need to leave right. now. ] Doesn't matter anymore— we're leaving! We'll find somewhere else!!
[ Because she's not the bold but innocent schoolgirl he might think she is; she's caused trouble like this before, a reckless baseball (...bat. it was a baseball bat and she was angry and stupid) through a storefront that sounded the alarm and brought the police over in less than ten minutes time— ten minutes is all they'll have to leave the area and find some place to hide. ]
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really underestimate that little flower shop, dang. what kinda trouble are you getting into, little flower shop, that you need a security system this extensive jesus christ. it's definitely something he makes note of for later. because there's definitely going to be a later, and the look he sends that poor part-time through the bars is a generous courtesy warning and he knows it.
meanwhile, ruiji barely registers the pain that shoots through his arm when she grabs him, but he does hear the spike of panic in her tone. it's a familiar kind of panic, and for a second he has to wonder just who in the world he's dealing with here, but a second is all he has to spare before survival instincts kick back in again. he shrugs her hand off him but only so he can use that hand to gesture towards a nearby alleyway. he knows the area enough that an escape route is already in the works, and provided they don't get apprehended before it, that alley should lead them to the other side of the area before the cops ever arrive. ]
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Mafuyu, having grown up in this city, recognizes where he's leading her and where that will take them, and so clamps her mouth shut in order to run and not look back, eyes focused on Ruiji's back, that leather jacket, and crap. She really should be running the other way, if she were to stop and think about it, but despite being scared out of her wits, it's the gang life that always held some admiration from her, if only for moments like this that adrenaline junkies yearn for. If it were just surviving, they should split up. That would be the best course of action here, and yet she stays hot on his heels, step by step through the alleyway.
It's there, buildings on either side blocking the wind and much of the rain, that she can see his arm bleed... He did that for her. And so, angrily, Mafuyu reaches out to grab his wrist and yank him back hard enough to stop and hiss at him— ]
Do something about that arm of yours before you give us away!
[ There's no point in running when you're leaving a bloody trail right to them, come on!! ]
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he shoots another look past her though, and while the rain is still coming down pretty steadily, the lack of wind isn't doing much to distill and spread the slight trail of blood he's tracking behind them. he grits his teeth, growling briefly in frustration, because stopping is definitely not okay according to that impulse to run. so hastily, abruptly, he shrugs off that jacket. he has only one shirt beneath that, a short sleeve that easily reveals the full extent of the damage on his elbow. there's a deep, long gash running down the length of it, thankfully just broken skin and no glass puncture. but it's flowing pretty freely and needs to be wrapped up, so there goes his shirt, the last good one he's got for a while. it's a little awkward to do it one-handed, but he manages a shoddy wrap work around the joint, just enough that the cloth soaks up the blood just fine. of course it's a little too bulgy for him to comfortably slip the jacket back on, so he's left holding it in his opposite hand, the sleeves trailing on the wet ground as he resumes his walk. with most of the momentum lost, and no sounds of sirens just yet, he sees no reason in running again, but that doesn't mean his pace is leisurely either.
times like these definitely aren't the best for small talk, but it seems kinda awkward now... the sky's even quieted down a little, too. plus, there's something she said that's been bugging him — us.
he isn't used to people willingly associating themselves with him outside of the gang, and for all the trouble they had just gotten into together, the fact that they could have split up had definitely occured to him too. ]
You're kinda crazy, you know that?
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laughs. ]
Says the guy who smashed through a window! You're not allowed to talk!
[ Compared to that, nothing she did was out of the ordinary. Hiding under a tree, running for refuge at a shop, running away from the— oooooohh no, back up. She'd left her backpack under that tree. If they don't remember her face, there's incriminating evidence right there that'll throw her back into another week of house arrest at the least.
crap crap crap she turns right back around ]
—You go ahead! I gotta go back for something— I got bandaids and alcohol swabs in my bag!
[ For this situation exactly, her mom made her carry them around... hopefully the plastic baggy stayed intact and didn't take on water ]
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ah. there it is. he'd been waiting for that about-face. logically, practically, it makes the most sense. by now, she definitely realizes what a stupid decision following him is, especially after all the trouble she'd gotten into just at the thought of being associated with him. there is, oddly, a small twinge of disappointment, but it's one that is washed away as quickly as the last of the blood that had trailed down his arm. it's definitely nothing new.
if anything, he's more surprised at the fact he hadn't tried to scare her away sooner. maybe he is getting sick...
so he doesn't even say anything, simply inclines his head in a vaguely accepting way, and continues along the narrow alleyway till he reaches the opening to the other side. a couple blocks to the left would be home, but he can't quite find the motivation to make the journey, and so he turns the other way and starts down that road instead. before long, he finds himself walking up the steps to the recollé library, where the librarian assistant at the front eyes him warily from behind her desk. he can see her eyes take in the makeshift bandage at his arm, then drop down to the jacket hanging off his hand, but though she looks incredibly wary, she makes no move to deny him entrance. ]
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Left? Right? She would never think of the library as somewhere to run to, but she doesn't have to seek him out. She'll make him come to her, yeah, that's a great plan. Backpack slung over her shoulders, hands cupped around her mouth, lungs filled with air, and— ]
DELINQUENT BRO!! COME OUT!!!
[ Heads turn to her, wide eyes of "why are you picking a fight, girl?!" but that's fine, she'll arbitrarily pick a street and run down it shouting until somebody turns him out to get her to shut up. ]
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he stands, vaguely aware that voice sounds familiar, and drifts closer to the doorway. he's able to look right over everyone's head and he sees her, the vague shape of her, running and yelling in the rain... what the hell is she doing...
he catches it the next time, that muffled "DELINQUENT BRO" through the rainfall and glass, and he realizes: shit she is crazy.
and also probably going to attract the wrong kind of attention soon. (wait, ruiji, isn't that already you?)
he shoves his way through the small crowd and rushes back outside, his jacket now around his shoulders. he leaves to a collective gasp and soft murmurs of "she's dead, poor thing, should we call the cops" and hastily crosses the street to flag her down. ]
Yo!! Amoeba! Do you have a death wish???!
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Yo!! You're the one with the death wish! Why'd you run off so far?! Did you know— your arm could turn green and rot and fall off if you leave it!!
[ Something something gangrene... The concept and concern is what's important, not the medical accuracy of her statement. The moment she's close enough, she slaps a little square packet of alcohol wipes in his hands, and holds out three bandaids, fanned out like a pack of cards so he can see the designs. ]
Stars, flowers, or cats? Choose.
[ Or like... take all three. The tiny little gauze pad at the center of each bandaid would barely cover the wound. ]