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JUNE TDM
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JUNE TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé. The kids are out for the summer and the weather's just fine. The sun's shining brightly, not a cloud in the clear gray sky. Everything seems at peace and citizens are out and about, smiling to one another and enjoying each other's company. Oh, and this thing (complete with cardboard cut-out) has currently taken the place of the founders' statues in Recollé Square. But that's probably not a big deal. What will you do today? I. What is this thing? Why is this thing here? For those of you in Tribunal Terrace today you may wish to investigate the five-foot-tall spinning wheel. How did it even get here? And where did the statues of the founders go? Even if you cannot answer those questions, it's hard to ignore the urge to give it a spin. Check out those colors go 'round and 'round. Depending on what number you land on, you will find a notification pop up on your phone with a short list of…words. Are these supposed to be qualifications? Weird. That was a waste of time. However, the moment you walk away you will find yourself accosted by various recruiters wherever you go, congratulating you on your impressive resumé and leading you to an office in Chata. Their offices have been equipped with tabletop-sized spinning wheels much like the one in Recollé Square that will spin 'round and 'round, determining the position you qualify for. Are you ready to show how these traits make you the perfect applicant? It looks like you have time to consult with your fellow candidates before your turn comes. Or perhaps you've managed to resist spinning that wheel. The recruiters absolutely love your willpower and determination and want you to join their team! For those who can resist, they will still find themselves whisked away by recruiters to the same office and thrown straight into training to prepare for interviewing their neighbors. Recruiters will set up pairs of interviewers and applicants, leaving them alone to ask the hard-hitting questions and pick the most qualified candidate. Do your best and beat out the rest! It's your time to shine. II. Just because school is out for the summer doesn't mean Apparassage is quiet. Students and faculty alike are bustling about already preparing for the next school year. Campus tours of Recollé University run every two hours, and there are open house tours of the local elementary, middle and high school. Perhaps you're a future student exploring the campus and getting to know your future classmates. Maybe you're faculty or a student guide wrangling the kids and keeping them in line. Or you just might be one of the unfortunate ones who have found yourself with six weeks of summer school. However, no matter where you find yourself in this district things get a little tricky when you're ready to leave for the day. The sidewalks outside of the buildings have all disintegrated, revealing a large void leading to nowhere beneath your feet. Without a clear path it seems impossible to escape, but stacked at the entrances of every doorway are large tiles with the letters of the alphabet carefully printed on them. When you look across the devoid path, you may notice you have a partner in a similar position with their own stack of letters. Get ready to expand your vocabulary. Building a bridge of connecting words may be your only chance of getting home before sunset. Strangely, as the letters are laid out they seem to suspend mid-air enough to hold your weight as you make your way carefully across this pit. Balance and precision are key in this game. The stack floats along behind you as you cross the void, letters seemingly adding to the pile to provide more materials to build. But like all games, there can be only one winner. Those who clear their letters first will arrive outside of the district safely, free now to come and go as they please. For those who do not clear their stack in time, you might have luck jumping from word to word to cross the finish line. Try as you might, if this is the method you follow, the moment you land on the winning word to leave the district the letters will glitch out, sending you plummeting into the void and landing on a long slope down to the bottom. Upon landing, you will see a series of chutes and ladders one can use to climb back up. Some ladders lead back to Apparassage. Some lead straight into Tisse, and some even lead to unexpected places. Where will you end up? The journey is up to you now. III. The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining and it's noticeably warmer. Isn't it a perfect time for a summer potluck? The citizens of Recollé seem to think so and have all gathered today in Hollingberry Field with friends and loved ones to share food and fun. Kids chase after each other in friendly games of tag and hide-and-seek while other attendants mingle with one another, piling plates of food and sharing with their neighbor. Why, even Mayor Mayer is out today for this summer kickoff with his lovely red Chocobo, Seabiscuit. As the evening begins to wind down, however, there's a startled cry from the Mayor as he realizes someone has kidnapped his beloved pet from right under his nose. Was it you? How about you? Everyone has become a suspect and it's up to you to solve whodunnit. The Mayor provides everyone with a pen and a pad of paper divided into three sections for a suspect, a method, and a location. Grab a friend (or even a group of strangers) and get ready to interrogate each other to crack this case. (With a little looking, however, it's easy to see that Seabiscuit's merely wandered down the hill away from the park. But maybe it's better not to tell the Mayor. He seems very adamant about this game.) For anyone who manages to solve the case, the Mayor will be immensely grateful and reward you with a valuable prize! Congratulations! However, for anyone who fails to solve the puzzle, or even anyone found guilty of this heinous crime, by order of the Mayor you will be subjected to jail time for a full half an hour. (The Mayor can't stay too mad at his citizens. He loves them all.) IV. A nice, leisurely stroll through the entertainment district of Tisse seems to be in order. Summer sales are aplenty and now's the perfect time to shop 'til you drop. On the other hand, that doesn't seem to be the only thing dropping in Tisse. Do you hear that? Perhaps it is easy to ignore the sounds of stone crashing to the ground. Construction isn't unusual in this district. You think maybe you passed an ongoing demolition on your way inside a shop. But the crash happens again, and again, and again, a loud string of booms growing closer and closer. Are those buildings tipping into one another? Or is it your imagination? You may not have time to answer while the string of events is put into motion. A crane swings overhead, knocking into a well-placed boulder that begins to roll down the street. Cranes, pulleys and wires move in sync as the ball rolls right toward you. Will you run? Will you collide right into the next set of traps? You may recall learning about this type of experiment once upon a time, coming to realize the elaborately planned Rube Goldberg machine spans the entirety of the city. Maybe you're one of the lucky ones and you find a safe shop to dive into to escape. Or perhaps your sole focus is to run and get as far as you can, failing to notice that the large boulder herds you right to the end of the district and into a caged-in area. Make yourself comfortable. Someone from the outside will have to free you. But hey, maybe you aren't alone in this trap. Misery loves company, doesn't it? BONUS. The Retrospec app is at it again, just as useless as it's always been. After downloading to your device and allowing you to upload a profile picture, the app seems to take over your phone. Any time you open your phone to use it, a splash screen appears prompting you to pick one of the brightly colored wedges (or one of the two grayed out ones.) It's time to exercise your brain and buff your trivia stats. Answering a question from your selected category will allow you to use your phone once again, but if you get it wrong? Retrospec will encourage you not to give up and try again. ...or, you know, you could ask someone to help figure out the answer. Hey, that person looks like they're bursting with knowledge! Perhaps it's best to see if they can help you stop this madness. As usual, any attempt to get the company to reply are futile. Once a question has been answered correctly, phones will return to their usual functionality until the next time it settles into idle mode. 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!
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[He looks up at the adult and... hm.]
It's been around since Feburary, but I've only had it since May. Green and blue have been missing since the beginning of June.
I don't really know why.
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[He surely doesn't know what, though. And he finds himself thoroughly sidetracked before he can think on that any further anyway, at that second part. ...The colors part, specifically, since--]
--No, those colors have been gone since--was it really all this month? [This comes out first, automatically and with a frown. But then Aizawa pauses, shifting his weight back on his heels, still frowning.] ...Well, guess it was. But until a couple days ago I thought...
[No, alright, he needs to back up. He's not even sure where he's going with this line of thought, all of a sudden. Maybe it's so startling because this kid here is the first person to actually acknowledge that particular difference, as far as Aizawa's seen these last few days? So...it catches him off-guard. And it already doesn't make sense. But no...okay, let's start from the top. Let's not devolve into tangents about this weird turn in his memory in front of a kid he's literally randomly just met in a grocery store.]
...Never mind. But what's any of that got to do with a cell phone virus? That seems like a bit of a jump.
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[Shouto nods.] My eyes didn't match before. They were blue and gray and now they're just gray.
[There's a slight shrug of Shouto's shoulders. The world is strange and he's coming to accept that more easily than he'd really like. But they're not as weird as the strange not quite memories that he's been getting of his alternate's life.]
... People who have the app realize the weird things that happen around them. People who don't think everything is normal when it isn't.
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Rick Astley is still refusing to give up or let them down twofold. The weight of the shopping basket on his arm registers and when he raises it. He is.......way too tired for this, Aizawa thinks to himself. All he wanted was to pick up some milk and coffee, not an existential crisis?? He drops his hand.]
--I'm not talking about this in the middle of a store. Let's...wait until we're both out, alright? And have gotten this resolved, maybe. [He waves his own still-blaring phone slightly, then lowers it.] You might as well try 'salt lick' and see what happens. ...What's your name?
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Alright.
[He keys in 'salt lick' and then the annoying song starts all over again.] I should've brought headphones.
Shouto.
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And the whole...weird memory-and-virus thing is still hanging kind of awkwardly in the air now, despite Aizawa's valiant attempt at putting it off for later, but he's determined about this. There's things he wanted to get done today, like grocery shopping, and he's not about to let a weird thing on his phone or a weird kid in the aisle stop him from getting at least this part of his errands done.]
Headphones...that's a thought. Haven't got any myself, but now I'm tempted to change that, now you mention it. [Looks like 'salt lick' was another no-go...why is trivia like this. Tucking the coffee into his basket, Aizawa arches an eyebrow at the name.]
Shouto, is it? I'm Shouta. [A bit wry, because that is kind of funny, despite the current circumstances. Just a letter off, how quaint...but the kanji probably compare a lot more different, if he had to guess. He turns, sticking his phone in his pants pocket, where Rick Astley continues to offer slightly muffled encouragement.] Aizawa's fine too, though. Fewer mix-ups that way, I bet.
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I think there are some near the checkout counters?
[Be blinks at the name. More similar than he would've expected, all things considered. But the name sticks. It's familiar.
He's not sure why, exactly until he stops to think about it.] Aizawa... high school teacher?
[He also picks out a tin of actual caffeinated coffee. Just because his father has to suffer through it doesn't mean that his mother does. He'll also drop his phone into his back pocket and ignore the song.]
shouto's salt towards endeavor surviving intact even across time and space gives me so much life...
[Oh, there goes another tin of actual coffee being picked up. Aizawa's not trying to catalog this guy's purchases or anything, honest, but it's something he can't help but note in periphery anyway as he starts vaguely drifting towards the end of the aisle, and the refrigerators of milk at the far wall. Less about healthy foodstuffs, then...maybe more of a coffee fanatic? --Or maybe he's just got family with a range of preferences, that's. Probably more likely, actually...
The question does earn enough of surprise to garner Shouto a sidelong look, though.]
Yes. Math department. [...Huh....] Let me guess, you go to school around here? [But he's not had this kid in any of his classes yet, he's pretty sure. He'd remember the name on an attendance roster, at the very least, if not the bizarre hair....right?]
some salt is immutable, even universes away
[It's honestly kind of weird to be talking to his (future) teacher in public like this, but they're all stuck with the app, aren't they? Might as well get to know him before he ends up in class.
Besides, they're also out of milk.]
I go to high school. Junior going on senior year. [With the semester wrapping up he'll be in his senior year.] I'm talking calc in the fall.
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Ah, calculus this fall. In that case your chances of ending up with me are two out of three, congratulations.
[There's something very nearly sardonic about his tone there for a moment--if a sardonic tone could sound simultaneously tired and extremely dry. But apparently it's a personal sort of joke, because then he's moving on.]
Are you taking the AP class, or just the normal one? [Tugging the fridge door open, he frees a half-gallon jug of milk from its shelf and adds it to his basket, then leans back a bit to look over at Shouto.] What kind of milk are you looking for?
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Is he supposed to be worried?]
The normal one. Izuku's taking AP... I think.
Mom likes skim.
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That sure was a joke, but it's ok Shouto, Aizawa's jokes are always consistently terrible. Possibly terrible enough to give even Izuku a hard time....and as to being worried, well. He should probably thoroughly enjoy his Aizawa-free summer while he can, at least...]
Right. [Skim it is--he reaches up for the skim milk carton now, nonchalantly passing it to Shouto before pulling the fridge door shut.] Here. Looks like you're with most students your year with the normal class...seems like the AP class gets smaller every year, honestly. [Why do you think that is Aizawa..........] Who's Izuku? An overachiever?
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Thanks. [He'll add it to his basket.]
He's... [The person who keeps showing up in his memories. Somebody important to that alternate version of him? Maybe he doesn't want to admit that to his future teacher. It almost sounds like he's some weird stalker...] A friend. My friend. [There's something satisfyingly true in those words.] I thought he'd take a writing course.
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Anyway, well, that seems like it's about it for groceries on his end... or is it? Aizawa's pausing to dig around in another pocket for his list, but in the meantime he's listening along as Shouto takes his question...entirely too seriously.
Or too sincerely, rather...because that was pretty sincere out of the blue just now. It earns a slow, thoughtful blink, before a wry smile briefly crosses his features.]
So he is an overachiever. [Is he talking about the creative writing focus or the friendship? Aizawa doesn't leave enough room for a guess to be made.] Better at language arts, is he? In that case AP calculus is certainly an interesting choice. I wonder how he'll do.
[Either way Izuku can thank Shouto later because Aizawa is almost certainly going to pay him some extra scrutiny in that AP class now
and it might be kind of like his first UA day in canon, oh no... history repeats itself.....]no subject
Sincere is all anybody is going to get out of Shouto. Quiet, awkward and entirely too honest.]
I don't know what his grades are like. But he writes a lot... It's good. Better than some of the scripts I've worked in.
[Knowing what he knows about Izuku, also sincere, also willing to throw himself wholeheartedly into something he picked out for himself-] He'll do his best.
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He's so sorry, Izuku. He didn't mean to make things harder for you.]no subject
"Scripts"? [Aizawa's freed the sticky note he's been using as a list from his pocket at this point, taking a glance down it as he speaks--at the only two items he'd actually written down on it. Well, looks like he's done for sure here, at least...geez, it's a busy sort of day when he can't even remember a list this short. But a lot of odd things have been going on. Like Rick Astley persistently singly in the background...but at the rest of Shouto's words he looks back up.] Well, if he does do his best that's the most I can ask for. Too few students want to actually do that, once they get into these sorts of classes. It's a pain getting them to that point. Somebody doing it of his own volition would be pretty refreshing.
[Tucking away the list, he straightens.] I'm also about done here. If you're not that's fine, I can hang around outside for a bit. But I'm headed to the checkout now.
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I'm an actor... I usually get minor parts. [He still has enough sugar at home. There's the caffeine for mom and the decaf for dad. This is how much milk he needed to get...]
I don't think he's the type to sign up for something difficult and then slack. He's too earnest for that.
I just need earbuds. [He'll start heading to the checkout counter.]