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fluxscape2021-04-20 08:00 pm
hibana_incursa) wrote in fluxscape2021-04-20 08:00 pm
School Daze (for the teens of driftcrest)
Who: Literally every school aged kid in town.
What: It's a damn school day.
When: April 20th
Where: Driftcrest High
Warnings:Teenagers Swearing, probably. Mentions of bullying in threads. Will add warnings if needed.
Welcome to Driftcrest High, where not only do kids get a traditional education, but there's an entire wing dedicated to the arts. To get there, head through the main doors and turn left. Down this wing is where the kids who are learning dance, music, and other many and varied arts go, so this hallway is always noisy. There's music, shouting, people carrying instruments. Feel free to poke around if you're curious as to what goes on in these classes. Peek in on a ballet class, stick around to listen to the surprisingly talented school band practice something, watch people in one of the painting classes work on masterpieces.
Or, if this isn't really your thing, you can turn right at the main doors and head towards a more traditional education. Science. Math. Reading. History. All of the stuff one might learn in a regular public school. There's emphasis on STEM classes, sure, but the teachers are very patient with people. Unless there's bullying. They'll have none of that, thank you very much.
If you're wondering if these two wings have a common area: yes. It's the large cafeteria and auditorium, right dead center of the two wings and just beyond the main offices and library. Everyone gathers here at lunch time, and the food isn't your common cafeteria food. The meals are filling and highly nutritious and pretty damn tasty, too, cooked by people who actually care about feeding teenagers properly. There's vending machines to get sodas and all, too.
So, what's your day at school look like? Are you a full time in-person student? Do you prefer to hybrid your days and only come into the building a couple days a week? What hallway do you spend the most time in when you're here? If you even come in at all.
This is a gathering-style post for the teenagers of Driftcrest. Come make some friends. Side eye teachers. Flirt in the hallways or watch what the arts wing is up to. Post a top-level and/or tag around. Make this a memorable school day, yeah?
What: It's a damn school day.
When: April 20th
Where: Driftcrest High
Warnings:Teenagers Swearing, probably. Mentions of bullying in threads. Will add warnings if needed.
Welcome to Driftcrest High, where not only do kids get a traditional education, but there's an entire wing dedicated to the arts. To get there, head through the main doors and turn left. Down this wing is where the kids who are learning dance, music, and other many and varied arts go, so this hallway is always noisy. There's music, shouting, people carrying instruments. Feel free to poke around if you're curious as to what goes on in these classes. Peek in on a ballet class, stick around to listen to the surprisingly talented school band practice something, watch people in one of the painting classes work on masterpieces.
Or, if this isn't really your thing, you can turn right at the main doors and head towards a more traditional education. Science. Math. Reading. History. All of the stuff one might learn in a regular public school. There's emphasis on STEM classes, sure, but the teachers are very patient with people. Unless there's bullying. They'll have none of that, thank you very much.
If you're wondering if these two wings have a common area: yes. It's the large cafeteria and auditorium, right dead center of the two wings and just beyond the main offices and library. Everyone gathers here at lunch time, and the food isn't your common cafeteria food. The meals are filling and highly nutritious and pretty damn tasty, too, cooked by people who actually care about feeding teenagers properly. There's vending machines to get sodas and all, too.
So, what's your day at school look like? Are you a full time in-person student? Do you prefer to hybrid your days and only come into the building a couple days a week? What hallway do you spend the most time in when you're here? If you even come in at all.
This is a gathering-style post for the teenagers of Driftcrest. Come make some friends. Side eye teachers. Flirt in the hallways or watch what the arts wing is up to. Post a top-level and/or tag around. Make this a memorable school day, yeah?
Stiles | OTA
So there he was, scowling at pretty much everything as he went to classes, taking a seat and dragging out a textbook. He leaned over to whoever sat next to him, and did his standard test for who was and wasn't a 'local'. "What's with this place, man? Super weird, right? And I thought Beacon Hills was weird," he shook his head a little.
At lunch he stops short when he gets a look at the food. "Oh, so this is a rich pocket dimension," he murmured, and let out a sigh, getting in line and hoping they had like, a peanut butter and jelly or something.
Re: Stiles | OTA
So here she was, in a literature class, turning to look at the guy talking to her and smiling just a bit. With what he asked, it was clear he wasn't one of the locals.
"That might depend on your definition of weird. For me, weird is showing up in a universe I'm not part of. What makes it weirder is when the whole place changes overnight."
That's a bit of a heads up, new friend.
"I think what really takes the cake is being turned into an ice statue for a couple weeks."
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"Ice statue?" He repeated, and turned his whole body to face her, completely ignoring the teacher at the front of the class, and leaned in. "What the hell turns people into ice statues? Like a cold-weather Gorgon or something?" Of course there was some kind of threatening monster. When had he ever gone somewhere and not had his life threatened by something supernatural in the last few years?
He completely skipped over the whole 'this place changes overnight' thing. He'd remember it later when least convenient. Probably.
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"So, just until a couple weeks ago, this entire place was snowbound. When we all first showed up, I thought it was a ski resort. But it had this weird curfew. Everyone had to be in before dark. There were guards with incendiary weapons, and they used those to protect people from a monster called The Unseen. I know from personal experience that they're aptly named. You don't see them until they go after you. They can project fear, and render themselves intangible. But they are brutal when they attack."
There are, peeking just above the collar of her shirt on her neck, very obvious scars from being clawed. But the scars are bright blue.
A throat clears ahead and Gwen looks at the teacher, shooting them an apologetic look. But...honestly? She's not quite done. She waits for a moment before speaking again, keeping her voice low.
"They're gone. People found where they were holed up and destroyed them all, but not before they managed to turn a bunch of us into ice. There's a theory that this is how they create more Unseen, because some of the older statues were starting to change appearance."
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When the teacher was ignoring them again, his full attention went back to Gwen. "I don't suppose anybody got pictures of any of this stuff? Or wrote it all down somewhere? These Unseen things seem pretty gnarly," and he knew gnarly. He needed to get these things entered into the bestiary before they showed up in Beacon Hills.
Assuming he ever made it back there.
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"I vaguely remember something hairless, quadrupedal, about the size of a German Shepherd and built like a tank." One day, Stiles will learn just how bad it is for one Gwen Stacy/Ghost Spider to say something was built like a tank. "From what I heard around town, the rest of them vanished after they died. No one who was attacked really remembers what they look like. Maybe you can try asking on the network and talk to the people that fought them?"
Another clearing of the throat from ahead and Gwen turns to look at the teacher again, who says something along the lines of if Gwen keeps this up, she'll get detention.
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry. I was trying to help the new kid. I'll stop."
She...might stop. She has work. And probably a date after class. Turning to look at Stiles again, she extends her hand. "Gwen Stacy. Meet me after class. We'll talk more."
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He listened intently to her, nodding, and completely ignoring everything but their conversation... until Gwen turned to look at the teacher. He offered a remorseless grin to the teacher. "Sorry!" He didn't sound it one bit, but he turned towards the front of the class to at least pretend he was paying attention.
"You said size of a German Shepherd... what about shape?" he asked under his breath, and flashed her another grin. "Stiles Stilinski, and I will totally talk to you whenever you want." He wasn't trying to be creepy, but sometimes his word choices were sure... choices.
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He looked over when the person next to him spoke up, and he couldn't help a slight grin. "Definitely weird," he agreed, sparing a quick glance over towards the teacher to make sure they weren't paying attention to the two of them. "I'm guessing you're a new arrival."
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