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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hello, True Believers!

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun!


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Ophelia "O" Sage // Savages

[hedophelianist]

A || action

[you know how you can tell when someone isn't paying attention in class because they're staring out a window? and then the teacher starts to wrap up and everyone else is packing up their things preemptively and that kid is just. still staring?

well yeah. that's what O is doing right now.

the teacher delivers their last lines for the day, but the blonde doesn't even notice. her hand is on her chin and she's watching the snow fall outside the window as everyone else gets up to leave. ]

B || video

So I'm headed out to the Big Apple today. Black Friday is over and all, but a girl's gotta do her Christmas shopping. Anyone want to come with?

[she seems hopeful. it's been so boring around here, maybe she can give someone a makeover or something. ooh or get a new tattoo or something. With a little flirty smile she adds]

I'll buy lunch! C'moooooooon, please?

b

[kickstart_my_heart]

Hmm... I could use more wintery dresses now that it's gotten so cold. Maybe a Christmasy one.

Lovino Vargas / Romano || Axis Powers Hetalia

[il_tipo_sorto]

[[Note: yes this is Xep, yes this is a new account, yes this is the same Lovi from the last run of the game, yes it's probably a terrible idea to contemplate a fourth character oKAY LET'S DO THIS.]]

A - Video

Alright, listen up, stronzini.

[This guy talks really fast, and with a whole lot of hand gestures. In fact, his hands can't seem to stop moving for even a second. He also breathes swagger, rather to an oppressive extent. It might even be a little hard for people who knew him as a student to recognize him, if not for the tell-tale hair curl. Even his eyes have changed color over the years from hazel to bright green.]

The name's Lovino Vargas, and I'll be teachin' Italian for all you lucky fucks that feel like shittin' all over someone's mother tongue. Also, basic drawin' for people that don't wanna give me so much goddamn paperwork. I don't tutor, I don't help after class, and I don't give a shit if you can't keep up. I'm sayin' this now so no one whines I didn't warn 'em. Got a problem with it? Suck a dick.

[Yep, Xavier... thought giving this guy a job was a good idea.]

B - Action

[What's that sound? It's... music. Loud. Ass. Music. Italian rap, to be exact. It is blasting out of Lovino's office, with enough force to easily travel down the hallway. The point is to scare people away from the noise, but his office door is unlocked if anyone wants to bother him anyway.

Inside he is sitting with his legs kicked up on his desk, the music coming from the computer next to him while he... scribbles in a copy of Playboy? Or maybe he's hiding something inside the magazine. Who knows why he would choose that as a cover-up.]

B because how could I not

[comparative_insanity]

[There had been a long period of time where any kind of contact between Fai and Lovi would have been severely awkward, and while Fai had tried to be there as much as possible, the inevitable drifting apart had seemed like the best thing for both of them. And not just because quite a large number of the people closest to Fai had wanted to give Lovi a righteous smack or five, either.

Now, however... as strange as it was to think about it still, Fai had actually managed to grow up. He knew in his heart that he was still kind of a mess where feelings were concerned, but this particular mess had healed, and left only a healthy dose of experience and still a not inconsiderate amount of affection in its wake.

So as Fai nudged the door open and draped himself against the door frame, dressed in loose harem-styled pants, a tight top and... his lab coat, as always, he was grinning widely. Not the defensive, impenetrable smile with which he glossed over hurt, but the infectious and mischievous expression that gave the impression that he was secretly laughing at some joke which the world hadn't quite figured out just yet.]

Hello there, handsome. Making a nuisance of yourself as always~?

B

[niepokonany]

[This is in no way okay. Why does no one ever consult Feliks about these things? Not that he's in any position that anyone would, but first serial killers and hitmen and now this? Someone really should run everything by him. It would save everyone a lot of trouble.]

[Feliks narrows his eyes at the door, arms crossed, watching from across the hall. He's already made up his mind to go in -- just go in once, speak his mind, let him know he's being kept an eye on, then be able to wash his hands of it and 'not deal with the guy until he makes trouble again.]

[Which he's totally going to. Because some people are just jerks.]

[He's chosen a quiet time of day, when most of the students will be at dinner or at club events, when most of the teachers will be in their own offices or out to get some non-child-infested fresh air. When Fai will probably be somewhere else, too, because Fai is kind of dumb and still thinks speaking to Lovi is something other than the worst idea ever. And for once, he's dressed down a little -- jeans and an only slightly ridiculously colored button-down shirt, with his hair in a tiny little ponytail.]

[He takes a deep breath, inaudible under the pounding bass, then shoves the door open.]

So. You're back.

[...Yeah, this is going to go awesome.]

A

[garganteren]

[When he checks his responses, Lovino will find himself facing the image of a glowering 14 year old.]

I'm in your drawing class, but so you know, I'm not coming.

[Eren feels torn on the matter, because on one hand, he would really like to be able to draw, but on the other, he is protesting the administration's unfair practices! So going to drawing class would be a betrayal of his ideals!

But at the same time, drawing is just art, and it's not as if he can be brainwashed into believing the mutant agenda in drawing class, right?

Right.

But... he's still probably not going, so he is going to inform Lovino of this as part of his protest.]

I'm protesting.

Yuri Petrov | Tiger & Bunny

[judgmental]

action:
[A school as unique and even notorious as the Institute obviously needs representation, which is Yuri Petrov's role. Although he's on campus for more than just his duties as one of the school's lawyers. He teaches criminal justice to those older students with an interest in the subject, so he has his own faculty office, and it isn't unheard of to find him in the canteen: which is where he currently is, occupying one of the tables as he sips at his tea. He isn't working on a case, because he believes in being approachable to students—or faculty—while he's present at the school. He's a harsh teacher, but not unfair.

Presumably, Mr. Petrov is a mutant, though he never speaks of his powers or is seen to be using them. Although an extremely observant person might note that his tea never really seems to cool. A faint curl of steam continues to rise from it as his fingers rest against the ceramic of the cup.

Need legal advice? There's no one better to ask than this irreproachable man of justice.]

video:
Good afternoon. Newer students may not be familiar with me, so I'll introduce myself. Mr. Petrov, counsel for the school. I represent Xavier's Institute of Higher Learning and advise the administration on legal matters. As you may know, the institute is currently weathering legal difficulties. Again.

[When isn't it? His job as the school's counsel basically means his work is never done.]

While I don't intend to discuss the case before a trial, I am looking for students who might be willing to discuss their experiences here, possibly in a court of law. If being part of the legal process interests you, please apply. Thank you.

[He may also be looking for an intern, but he's not going to announce that openly at present—but he has his eye out for likely candidates.]

; video

[musou_tensei]

So you're the guy that gets to handle all the angry phone calls about collateral damage now? Great. You look the part.

Sesshoumaru | Inu Yasha | Grade 11

[sesshoumaru]

A. [What do you do when you have a son that seem to lack empathy? Send him to another country's boarding school, of course! Just better hope the hint of being a psychopath isn't actually true.

It was usually exciting or at least strange for a new kid to come to both a new country and new surroundings, yet the silver-haired man that stepped out of the white limousine outside the school looked more like he couldn't have cared less where he had ended up.

Expensive brand-name clothes, perfect (if extremely long) hair and a small froglike servant helping the boy to lift out the bags form the car spoke of money. Old money, by the look of the piled tortoise shell pattern on the teen's tie. Old shogun symbolism.

By the time the servant was back in the car and driving away, the new student was already eying the school with a critical look. It smelled like wolves.]

B. Not all students at Xavier's shared the professor's dream. There were those that were quite vocal about human rights and the MRA *cough*Eren*cough* and there were those who felt quite the opposite... even if the venue of sharing their opinions involved a lot less screaming.

Raising a perfect brow, one silver-haired teen in the back of the rec room watched the news about a natural disaster with the expression of someone watching cockroaches skitter and seize after being poisoned. "It is a waste of time to grieve for pests," he comments coldly while absently buffing his claws on the large fur thrown over his shoulder.

B

[hedophelianist]

O had been on the couch since classes were over. The people in the rec room have cycled in and out for the past couple of hours, but she has maintained about the same position languidly stretched across the couch. At the boy's comment however, she turns, even lifting her torso up to get a good look at who said it.

Man, he's cute, but he looks serious about what he just said. So O gives him a look. You know, the kind of look that a person gives to folks they really don't get.

"...Really?"

[garganteren]

As Sesshoumaru makes his comment, Eren just so happens to be in the rec room, cleaning up. He's not the most outgoing person in the school. He generally doesn't spend time in public areas with the other students, unless forced to, but he does take his job seriously.

He straightens immediately when he hears Sesshoumaru's words, eyes narrowing into his usual glare. Eren goes from neutral to angry in .0001 seconds. He snaps back with the first words that come to mind.

"It sounds like you're the one who's a waste of time. And space."

Hanako Ikezawa | Katawa Shoujo | Grade 11

[timidscars]

[Transferring to yet another new school was really not a new thing for Hanako. That didn't make it any more comforting, though. She was tired of constantly having to find new schools, tired of people staring or picking on her for her appearance. Thankfully, her mutation had gone unnoticed for the most part.

The one thing all her schools had in common that she was grateful for was a library. Libraries were generally very quiet, and there was plenty to read, of course. What better way to distract yourself from what's going on around you than to delve into a book? It's one of Hanako's ways of coping with stress.

Hanako settled herself in a back corner with a thick fantasy book. It's likely that she's skipping one of her classes, but she needs time to herself for now. Anyone walking by might notice her glancing around at the slightest noise, like a frightened animal. Or anyone who actually makes eye contact with her might blink...and she seems to be gone. However, upon closer inspection, there seems to be the outline of someone there, or they might spot movement...and is that an eye?]

[itsttlygonnahappenagain]

[Gaige is skipping classes too, she's been busy working on a project of hers in the dorms and it's gonna get finished tonight, unlike the american history report that's due tomorrow. she has a comically huge stack of books in her arms when she passes the back corner and shifts them around onto her robot arm so she can see the bookshelf in front of her.

the redhead gets on her tiptoes, reaching for a book just out of her reach and then the books fall out of her grasp splaying everywhere and knocking her over. it's no surprise--they're all sorts of heavy manuals about animal behaviour, anatomy, robotics, and circuitry.

she groans, leaning her head back]

Aww nuts!

Gaige // Borderlands

[itsttlygonnahappenagain]

video

Hello my fabulous mutant friends!

[she waves a robot arm at you]

Remember me? Y'know, with the girl's science club? And the robot? ....No? Well, anyway. I'm back--I know you missed me--Headmaster Ororo had me suspended because I kinda sorta... hacked their elevator. I mean it wasn't on purpose or anything! I wanted to go see Dr. McCoy, get my own X-team and stuff! Whatever, the lower levels blow anyway.

[big ol' pout]

But yeah, do you guys know how to be put on a team? There's only so much to do around here before it gets boring, yanno?

[wholovesyou]

Not hacking the elevator into the sub-levels would've been a good start, just so you know.

Ashura | Rg Veda | Why is Ket doing this? Is she like dumb or something?

[heavens_schism]

[[OOC note: Just as a heads-up, Ashura is, as in canon, physically without a sex, and shows no strong inclination towards either gender. I use "sie" and "hir" as personal pronouns for hir. Sie's aged up (/down?) to around 11.]]

[A]

[Sie doesn't want to be here.]

[It's not that "here" is bad. Honestly, it seems a lot better than almost any other place that Ashura has ever been. Safe, surrounded by people who sie's been repeatedly assured are safe, people who are all "mutants".]

[But sie misses India already. Sie misses the songs and the dances, the flowers and the food, the warmth in everything -- in the sun and the air and hir friends...]

[And he's not here. Yasha isn't here. What good does it do hir to be safe, far from hir enemies' grasp, if he isn't here?]

[Ashura can't stand the cold of the winter just yet, so sie's curled up by a window in a common area -- a short, lanky child with golden eyes and pointed ears who looks a little too young to be here, dressed in a long, patchwork skirt and a simple white tank top, watching the snow fall and fiddling nervously with the gold bangles around hir skinny arms.]

[B]

[Dinner time finds Ashura at an empty table in the dining hall, which sie's covered completely with plates, piled high with whatever food sie could get hir hands on. It's a little absurd, considering hir childish build -- but a growing child needs to eat, right?]

[And sie's definitely eating. Eating like she's never seen food before, like it might all just disappear if sie's not quick about it. Okay, maybe there are some good things about America after all!]

[C]

[The other issue with Ashura's upbringing: Sie's never had any formal education.]

[Sure, Yasha taught hir to read and write a little... In his tribe's language. That's not particularly helpful, all of a sudden, considering sie can hardly speak English yet. And math, science, history? Forget about it]

[Anyone in the lounge this afternoon might get a small child tugging at their sleeve and a pair of baleful golden eyes looking up at them.]

Ashura can't read this word. What does it say?

C

[expensiveglitter]

[Glitter leans over (well, more like trickles over in little pieces).]

We think it says exception. Yes.

Jennifer "Jana" Constantine | Constantine (NBC Verse) | HS Senior (18 years old)

[radical_hacker]

A - Video

Everyone says I should do this and make myself know so hi, name's Jana Constantine and just landed here a few weeks back but thanks to in flux powers I'm finally a bit more myself. Am a senior and already thinking bout university classes so how are the history options?

[The otherwise striking blonde was looking a bit worse for wear (thanks to lack of sleep for one thing) and her accent had kicked into overdrive but hey, she was trying to be social. But the trembling hands were a clue she was still having more than a few problems.]

B - Action

[Jana's hands shook as she flipped open her lighter to set the slim herbal smoke aflame, she having found them oddly calming given her state of flux. The energy flowing around her was causing more than its share of problems so she was outside smoking and trying to level out. Since she was 18 she figured nobody would gripe too much and yes she would aim downwind if asked. As she took a drag she flipped open her journal and went to writing, that night all those months ago in Newcastle was weighing on her soul and then some.]

Rhianon - The Lost Years of Merlin - 12 years old

[rhiaofdruma]

B -
The branches over Jana's head would rustle as Rhia landed in them. She then jumped down, hand over hand, or would that be hand under hand?

She dropped in front of Jana, and at first she looked like nothing more than a pile of leaves that had fallen from the evergreen. Of course, evergreens had needles... not leaves and vines like this.

Then an arm emerged from the pile, then another. Finally her head emerged. A small girl, maybe 12 years old, with blue grey eyes, dressed in vines and leaves, leaves in her brown curly hair, and pointed triangular ears.

Those eyes were fixed, hawk-like on the smoke, a frown on her face.

Yuyuko Saigyouji | Touhou Project

[resurrection_butterfly]

[Action]

[Yuyuko always kept to herself, it was more than being shy, it was as if she were afraid of being near anyone. In fact that was exactly what it was, every moment she was around another she felt terrified, not for herself... but for them. It was rare to see her outside of class, and even in class she would sit as far away from everyone else as possible.

Today was no exception, the moment the bell rang she was quick to flee, only this time she was in too much of a hurry and managed to drop her books and binder scattering the pages everywhere. She stooped down trying to gather them all quickly so she could run away, she was being an inconvenience even blocking the door the way she was now... she could only hope the other students weren't too inconvenienced by her.

[Voice]

Good day....

[The voice was soft and heavily accented, the speaker sounded rather timid.]

It was suggested to me that I should introduce myself....

[Something about making friends would be good and she shouldn't be afraid... but how were they so sure? It could happen at any time....]

I am Saigyouji Yuyuko, pleased to meet you all.

[There was a long pause should she add anything else? She wasn't sure... this was the first time she had ever talked to people outside her family, doctors and the staff at the institute.]

Please be safe, I am sorry.

action

[faithaintdoneshit]

[he had just been passing by, on his way to explore a little more when he saw the door open and the books and binders all come tumbling down. Daryl knew how that felt--had lived that when he was young and at school those first years before he toughened up.

he strides over to the furthest of the papers and books and helps collect them up, offering them out to her as she stands]

Glitter | OC | Grade 7

[expensiveglitter]

[There's a chiming, bell-like laughter coming down the hallway, and a basketball came rolling over the floor, quickly followed by a little girl made of living gemstones. She had a floaty, almost liquid-like gait as she rushed after the ball, only to see a person coming out right in front of her.]

Oh no!

[Too much momentum to stop and not wanting to shred the person with possibly sharp edges, the small girl veers to the side with a surprised yelp, crashing into the wall and shattering into pieces.

...the thousands of tiny glittering shards roll around a bit before slowly starting to collect together again, and a shy voice comes from the heap of crystals.]

We're sorry...

Rhianon - The Lost Years of Merlin - 12 years old

[rhiaofdruma]

Rhia sat perched on the windowsill of the open window, more outside than in. "Are you okay?" she asked, her head cocked to one side, like a bird. Her blue-grey eyes were wide, watching the odd person before her.

Rhia herself looked like she was part tree, could have passed for one, save for her eyes. Brown curly hair was bedecked with fresh green leaves, despite the winter cold, her outfit was made of leaves and vines over bark leggings and soft bark slippers.

There was concern in her small face, pointed ears poking through her hair.

Rhianon - The Lost Years of Merlin - 12 years old

[rhiaofdruma]

Rhia, a 12 year old little girl who looked like a wood sprite bounced from tree to tree. Most of her friends slept in the white cold of winter, and she had to be careful not to hurt them. On the other hand, that was why she came when she did, because the woods would be the safest when they were resting. She should be able to learn all the mutant and human stuff she needed in time to be back for the spring thaws. Right? How much could there really be for her to learn, anyway? She could already speak the human language called English, and she had learned how to turn on a television, though she didn’t understand how it actually worked.

She dropped into the branches of the nearest non-deciduous tree to the mansion. She perched on a low branch, her leaf and vine garb and dark skin and eyes making her blend in with the evergreen needles and bark. A bird perched nearby and whistled sharply at her. She repeated the greeting, it whistled once more and when she nodded, it flew off. At least not ALL of her friends slept the winter away.

She leaned back against the bark of the evergreen, cradled by the branches. She made a soft whooshing sound, and closed her eyes listening for the reply. The people here were not bad, the tree told her. She was still nervous, but the Druma needed her to learn the ways of two-legger people, and Arbrassa said this was her heritage, insisted that she learned where she came from. She didn’t know why she had to do this. Yes, she had discovered that while some berries were tart or sour, some were also sweet, but back home nearly all the berries were sweet.

She sighed, whooshing to the tree again. One nearby told her that there was someone walking alone beneath its boughs. She curled into a ball and the tree she was in tossed her to the next tree with a casual flick. The branches of the second evergreen caught her and she glanced down at the person below. No way to tell from up here, but it seemed like a sweet berry.

She dropped down in front of the stranger. A little girl with bark brown skin, brown curly hair that was bedecked with leaves, ears that were slightly triangular and pointed. The only bit of her that didn’t speak of trees spoke of skies, grey eyes with a flash of blue in them. She cocked her head to one side, studying the person before her as though she had been standing there all along, as though the other person were the odd berry on the bush….

[faithaintdoneshit]

No matter how many weeks he spent at the Institute, Daryl still felt safer in the woods. These weren't even his woods, his would ice over when fall and winter came, but they rarely were covered in a blanket of thick white snow. Until a month ago, he never would have thought he'd find himself here--above the Mason-Dixon line that was. And yet, here he was and this collection of woods had become his safe haven, away from any of the strange bustle of the school.

Don't get him wrong, there was something nice about being here, being exposed to people whose only worries were the grades they were getting or that annoying kid down the hall. But it wasn't a world he was used to. So more often than not, the younger Dixon brother would find himself headed to the treeline with his crossbow strapped on his back. It wasn't necessary at all and he rarely shot a damn thing anymore, but it felt... safe, familiar.

Today was one of those days. He bundled up in as many layers as he owned and headed out, making it just barely into the trees before he heard rustling above him. His trained eyes found the boughs of the shaking pines, just in time to see a young girl drop in front of him. On instinct, Daryl reached for his bow--but stopped when he truly saw her. She looked like she knew the woods as well as he did, if not better. So the man shook his head, releasing his hold on his crossbow.

"Jesus, girl!" he let out, giving his head a little shake, "Y'scared the sh--y'scared me." That was one thing he hadn't gotten used to either, having to check his language.

Agatha - Girl Genius - University Freshman

[agathaheterodyne]

Agatha was rushing around like a mad girl. Okay, so she was a mad girl, what was your point, exactly? She had stayed up late working on... something. She would figure it out when she got back. But now... class!

She hurried into a dress, hoping that this time, maybe she could go a whole day without getting one strap or the other cut off by someone else trying to kill her. Would be a nice change of pace.

A small clank that looked like a pocket watch with limbs brushed her hair, as she hopped about, getting dressed, sounding like a herd of elephants, and trying not to fall on her behind. "Good thing Zeetha isn't here," she mumbled.

She finally tugged on her boots. A surreptitious glance around showed no clear sign of Jagers, of Zeetha, of Violetta, of anyone else who thought that keeping her alive was their job. Of course, all of those people were fairly good at staying hidden. Gil or Tarvek on the other hand... Her chest gave a small painful thump. No.. no time to think about them. Or anyone else she had left behind. She had done it for their own good. But now.... "Late..." she muttered.

She checked her trilobite necklace, because that was one accessory she never went anywhere without, never willingly took off. Not since it had been returned to her, not since it had returned her to herself.

Having thought of Zeetha and Violetta had Aggie strapping a small blade to one hip. With a grin, she hooked a pair of spanners to the other. Let any idiot think that the blade was the dangerous weapon. She grabbed the clank off of her head and shoved it, and some assorted small parts into the various pockets of her dress.

She looked herself over in the mirror. "Adam, Lilith," she whispered, touching her fingers to the glass, remembering all too well her last day at university. But that wouldn't happen here. That was the whole point. And someone here could help with the other problem.

"Mother," she said coldly to her reflection. Then she spun on booted heal, hair flaring to smack the mirror. "Late!" she repeated before bolting from her room. She heard her door lock behind her and grinned. They told her she could bring nothing with her when she left. They never said she couldn't build anything when she got here...

"LATE!" she cried as she raced towards her classes, heedless of whomever was in her way. Didn't matter that she wasn't late, Agatha... didn't know how to not be late to classes!

[agathaheterodyne]

Agatha had found one of labs near where hank worked, but no one was in this one. With a happy squee, she descended upon the equipment. There was stuff here she had never seen before! She went into a happy frenzy when she found something she almost recognized. A heart-rate monitor, but...why build it that way, wouldn't it make more sense if it also checked temperature, scanned for illness, and monitored blood pressure. And of course it should have a louder alarm to let people know when a patient was in distress.

She was already taking it apart.

Oh! And it needed a way to defend the patient. and restraining straps! what kind of medical device didn't have restraints and weapons?

Beginning to heterodyne, humming an odd sound that isn't music and isn't reproducible, but it helped her think, helped her bend the laws of physics that much more. Small pocket watch like clanks ran around handing her tools, two or three of them to carry some of the heavier ones.

Hearing someone step in, she grinned brighter. "Wonderful!" she ran to him, handed him the leads connected the machine. "Perfect! hold this, when I say three, give them a good tug, I need to check the tensile strength before I electrify them. Thanks!" she bounded back to the machine, tightening a connector, her green dress splattered with machine oil, and the once small machine on a cart was now part of the cart itself. She was doubled over the lip, to reach something inside...because of course she had to hollow out the center of the platformed surfaces, how ELSE was she going to fit everything in?

[magicsprice]

Gold had thought he'd gotten used to seeing what some might call 'crazy shit' since he'd arrived here. However, it would appear he hadn't gotten nearly as desensitized to it as he'd previously thought. He'd merely stepped in to investigate what was going on in the lab out of curiosity when he found leads to some sort of machine abruptly shoved into his hands. One eyebrow rose slightly at the words directed toward him and he was tempted for a few seconds to drop the things and just leave. In the end he decided to humor the girl and perhaps if he did as asked, he could get an answer as to just what she was doing and what that poor machine was supposed to be. Maybe she'd even tell him what that odd noise was as well.

Hiro Hamada ► Big Hero 6 ► Grade Level: It's Complicated

[bigdamnhiro]

1. Action

[So Hiro's not supposed to have access to the war room, or the hangar, or the r&d labs, or any of that other stuff down in the sub-levels of the school. Something about safety precautions, and also, you're fourteen and a shit.

That doesn't stop him from trying.

How hard can it be, right? Yeah, okay, there's the voice scans and the retinal scans and the...whatever the other scans are, tongue scans, or something. He's smart. He's a budding technopath. He can deal with a few little security measures, maybe. Besides, all the cool stuff is down there, interesting things like big guns and jet planes. Worth it.

He's gonna look like a weirdo, even by institute standards, if anybody catches him with both hands and the side of his face pressed to the security keypad in the elevator trying to gently coax it into letting him down into the sub-levels.]

2. Video

So uh, what do you do for fun around here? Besides basketball and tennis and...class.

[Serious question. Being asked during class hours, which means somebody's supposed to be in class and...isn't. Somebody got bored of a lecture about stuff he's already studied again. But this is, like, way more important, okay.]

Back home we had things like...basically, robot fight club. Yeah, I know, first rule and all, but I think we can make an exception just this once. Do they have anything like that here?

2

[soccerwhisperer]

Robot fight club?

[It reminds him of something he saw five years ago back in Japan. Some kids were shaking a couple of robot figurines around while pretending they were equipped with lasers and bombs and swords and other crazy things that were somehow contained by a cardboard box.]

You're not talking about action figures in a box... right?

Slayer | Guilty Gear

[dandyelegance]

A - Action

[The courtyard's fountain had always been Slayer's favorite spot since he was hired on. It gives him the perfect atmosphere to write his poetry, or at the very least come up with an assignment that the students will actually turn in. He debated over having them write and recite their own works versus a short story. Both would focus on creativity, but motivating them was proving to be more taxing than he thought. He lit up his pipe and looked at his own blank sheet of paper. Soon, the poem came flowing through him...]

B - Video

Good morning, students.

[It's after ten in the morning. He's not getting up early for you guys. In the back, you can see a very clear haiku:

Mother Gorilla
Flying at the Speed of Light
Into an Overhead Throw]

And welcome to my creative writing class. For now, I'll introduce myself as Slayer, but Mr. Slayer will work.

We'll open with a short quiz regarding the creative process. It won't be for a grade, but more to get an idea of what your goals are for this course. I look forward to seeing what your imagination has to offer.

[gregorydeegan]

Okay! So, new day, new school, and who knows, maybe a new band, a new girlfriend? Anything could happen! The world was filled with possibilities and wonder.

Thrilled, and excited, Gregory made a small dramatic spin, raising his staff into the air like it was his axe... and once again forgetting that he needs it to stand...

With a thump, Gregory Deegan fell to the ground, for about the fifth time today. "Awww man," he said, laying in the grass, staring up at the sky.

[magicsprice]

"You'd think you'd remember to quit doing that." He'd seen the boy fall on his ass at least three times today. He'd refrained from saying anything the first two. After all, he knew too well what it was like to need an aid to stand. His own hands folded over the handle of his cane as he observed the boy where he stood a couple feet away.