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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?
Gwen Stacy - OTA
Gwen's school day on a Tuesday usually consists of sitting at home at the school-loaned iPad, studying virtually. She never set foot in the building except for Wednesdays, Thursdays and every other Friday. That was when her dance classes and music classes were, and she'd much rather be there in person for them.
She'd also much rather not be an ice statue for two weeks, but she was. And she missed a good enough amount of school that Gwen felt the need to physically be in the building.
Thankfully...or...well, not so much that...but it turns out a lot of the other kids in her dance classes were either ice statues or their families were, so there were a lot of people that missed lessons.
So, Gwen is in one of the classrooms in the arts wing, watching one of her instructors go over choreography they all missed. Gwen watches them carefully, mimicking their moves and steps, every kick and twist and spin and bend copied once or twice until it's time to put it together to music.
And after a bit, it's clear that Gwen really has been dancing for years. It takes her a moment or two to get the hang of the routine, but once she does, it's very obvious she's enjoying this. She's in one of her moments of zen and peace, and honestly she's pretty good with holding onto this for a bit.
Lunch:
Again, another space Gwen usually stayed out of, but today felt different. She felt like she had to be in the cafeteria, instead of finding some quiet classroom to hole up in.
So she's at one of the lunch tables, pretty happy with the baked ziti and Caesar salad she got, reading down the list of assignments she missed and pulling textbooks out of her school bag so she can get a start on make-up work. She's one of those rare students that actually enjoys being in school and while she might look busy? She's okay with people joining her at the table.
Wildcard: (ooc: find her anywhere. she might even be in your gym class or have a locker near yours.)
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.
Miles Morales - OTA
Miles was still a little disappointed that spray paints weren't allowed during class, barring special occasions, but he's learned to deal with it. A lot of his art would start out as a rough design in notebooks anyway, and markers were his preferred choice to get the color concept down. Luckily the art program at Driftcrest encouraged art of all kinds, meaning he had access to a large array of marker choices to play around with, as well as paper bigger than a notebook to experiment with shapes and words and negative space.
He was also glad that the art room was large, and that the teacher didn't mind him pinning up his concept art on the wall, to see how the colors and designs might look. Of course the sketches were still smaller than what he would actually tag on a wall, but the larger size of the paper still made it easier to observe the design from a distance, and seeing the images gave him a better idea of how it might appear, in case he needed to make changes to the design before finalizing it.
Lunch
Miles didn't usually mind eating in the cafeteria during lunch. While he wasn't super close to people other than Gwen, he did actually have a few casual friend groups that he could sit with, depending on who he felt like chatting with that day.
Today felt like a drifter kind of day, though, as he carried his tray with a bowl of chili mac and cheese and a turkey sandwich, wandering around the cafeteria looking for a place to sit.
Wildcard
((Feel free to run into Miles around the school; in one of your classes, in the hallway, the gym, anywhere!))
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."
Drive-By at the Art Class and then Lunch!
And then she vanishes, heading down the hall to one of her music lessons.
Later on, she'll find him at lunch. He got the chili mac, she got the baked ziti. And she'll be taking over a spot right across from him, one leg up on the seat next to her. She's either holding the spot, or has a dance class today.
"That smells amazing. We should try to make it at home some night."
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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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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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He'll have to get her next time, though.
When lunch time rolls around, he settled at an empty table, just a few seconds before Gwen took a seat across from him.
"I know, right?" he asked with a grin. "I'm definitely down to making it. I've got class with some of the culinary students later, so I'm gonna see if I can snag a recipe from one of them."
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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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That's a fun power to think of. "Precognitive baking. I dig it."
Okay, now she's just full of shit. Dropping her backpack on the ground at her feet, she looks around for a moment and then back to Miles.
"I feel really weird being here on a Tuesday. Like...this is kind of throwing me a bit." Wednesdays, Thursdays and the occasional Fridays are the only days she sets foot in the building. She did this one to herself by voluntarily coming in.
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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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Just to see if she had any resemblance to Jerry, of course.
Taking a bite of his mac and cheese, he chews thoughtfully for a moment before answering, "Yeah, I was kinda surprised you said you were coming in today."
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"I missed a lot," Gwen says, stretching her arms over her head for a moment with a small sigh. "I could hear my dad and the Aunt May we both know encouraging me to get caught up as best as I can."
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