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Sarah Suitably shot down, Sarah listened as the others rattled off their various hobbies. Football? Chess? Not to mention the obvious dramatic types in the room... "You're really going all out to make this like a real school, aren't you." For once there wasn't a trace of sarcasm in her voice. "An honest to goodness school experience." A hint of an edge crept back into her tone. "But Miss Frost can take her genteel and her ladylike and shove th- can forget them. I'm not going through finishing school here."
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Tara "I can do something like that, but it's just because I had a really strict coach. Except there was a bucket of ice water on top of the book. And I had to do a minor balance beam routine. A leap or two, you know, nothing fancy. But basically the same."
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Tara "Wha...Oh, you mean--Oh, alright. I mean, I haven't done any serious training since, you know, but I guess I can give it a shot." She kicks off her shoes and balls up her socks and puts them inside. She looks at her feet for a moment, the hard-won callouses, before placing the book on her head and walking up the banister. She could just let the spiders take her up, since she could probably do cartwheels on the ceiling if she wanted, now, but she chooses to do this all on her own. Soon, she's upstairs, and jumps down to the top landing. "Of course, I always had to vault onto the beam." With perfect poise, she jumps onto the railing and begins her exercise, quickly noticing that her clothes are terrible for this routine. Still, she carries it out, leaps, twists, turns, and all. "Normally there would be a few somersaults and tumbles, but this exercise is mostly for posture." Acrobatics 10 to demonstrate! I Am Fowl fucked around with this message at 03:27 on Aug 28, 2012 |
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"For more individual and creative activities, it's mostly just based off of your own work, study and commitment. It's kinda subjective, but so long as you're doing well in it you'll be fine. But for sports teams they aren't based on houses, just whoever signs up for it. You might end up having to play against each other!" "Look, so long as you keep a cool head and act respectful to one another, and to the House Mothers and Ms. Frost, you'll be fine." Tabby assures them. "There's no dress code and you don't need to curtsy or anything like that. Ms. Frost just has her own ideas about manners and demeanour and all that crap. If you live up to them you'll get more points, if you want." Without a moment's notice, Tara grabs the dictionary and heads up to the above floor. And she goes through her routine effortlessly. She had done it so many times before now, she didn't even need to think about it. Her body knew what she was expected to do and did it. Except that now her body was made of spiders. And she was out of practice by some months. And maybe that was why she suddenly slips, looses her footing, and tumbles off the railing! And seems to suddenly stop, just a few inches away from landing neck-first on the hard wooden floor. Attention of all the girls was on Tara while she performed, and Tara as she fell, but breaking their eyes off of her they can see Tabby standing up, her hand pointed out at the mid-air Tara. To the spider girl it felt like she was falling through air, then diving through water, then stuck in glue, and then the glue hardening so much that she couldn't move and her clothes were pulled tight; all in a split second. Tara hangs there in the air for a few seconds, before she slowly starts to come to the ground again and touches down quite gently. Then Tabby dashes over and kneels down next to her. "Tara, are you alright!?" [12:29pm] Robodog: DICE FOR THE DICE GOD [12:29pm] Robodog: !r 1d20+10 [12:29pm] Maidbot: Robodog, 3 +10 = 13
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Anna Taken aback by Tara's spill and Ms. Caida's quick save (and not to mention the quiet girl's sudden display), Anna falls quiet. I could have done something to help, she realizes, though unable to articulate how beyond a vague coalescence of intent around the bannister. She's okay though. Good thing Ms. Caida thinks fast! "Art's cool," Anna enthuses. "I could--" she stops in midstream, wafting a hand and shaking her head. "Nah. Nobody likes poetry recitals."
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Tara "Maybe we could form some kind of Blue House Arts Club, or something," she says with a smile. "Could be fun."
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Tabby helps Tara get back up, watching her cautiously. "Please be more careful. You could've really hurt yourself." She implores. "If you wanna try it the gym's set up to handle gymnastics. And accidental falls." The free movement and ease of walking away eases Tabby's concerns, though. "I can control friction, I made you fall through something like wet concrete. Sorry if it felt weird." She explains. When the girls turn things quickly to discussing art, Tabby excuses herself and goes to her room. When she returns she is holding papers in one hand. "Starting an art club would show leadership and initiative. And they're both total point getters." Tabby smiles. "Now with Tara almost cracking her head I think we should think about calling it a night. But first…"  "Gym is with Ms. Sanders. Literature is Ms. Lang. Ms. Ycasiano takes maths. Science is with Ms. Lopez. Professor Gloom has powers class, and I take society." Tabby explains as she hands out the timetables to the girls. "You see every other house every day, but you don't have every subject with every other house. Except Gold House. You have the most classes with them, so I hope you'll get on with Jen's girls."
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Wow, now that's an impressive looking schedule! Anna Anna turns her hands out with a flourish and a laugh at Rickie's response. "Okay. Okay. Just let me find a rubber chicken to wear around my neck. I've got the wings figured out already." Her pinions shift in shruggish emphasis, long feathers spreading and relaxing. A House arts thingy? Anna nods enthusiastically to Tara. "Leadership and initiative, and something to do for ourselves?" Anna suggests, looking to Crystal as she leans over and takes one of the schedule forms. "The nickel's a side benefit. Like the... TV." Anna trails off as the schedule leaps out at her in a rush of color and complexity. "Oh. Oh, oh, I get it," she nods to herself, realizing shortly that each class period breaks down into a smaller chunk. It's probably something to do with the limited number of teachers on staff. And a free period with two meal breaks makes the eleven hour day seem at least a little shorter.
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I noticed someone barfed Skittles all over it, too, but I had enough tact not to say anything! jk ilu <3
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"My time to share, is it?" Tabby smiles a little back to Rickie, looking a bit embarrassed. She runs both her hands through her short, unruly hair and lightly pulls at the tufts sticking through her fingers. "Pretty much the same way you guys got here. Ms. Frost found me and offered me a second chance. And I grabbed it with both hands." Tabby obliquely answers. "But for how I got there in the first place?" She more directly addresses, sighing. "I got my powers in high school, around the same age as you guys. I was lucky that it wasn't obvious, at first people were just slipping and falling around me for no reason. Sometimes things would just fall off of shelves and stuff like that. It wasn't until I kinda just started skating down asphalt roads in my gym shoes that I realised that something was up about me and friction." Grinning just like the school girl she wasn't that far out of being, Tabby's eyes are wide with excitement. "It was awesome! Like, I bet I know how you felt the first time you found out you could fly." She obviously directs at Anna. "But, of course, I started using my powers to my own advantage. I was a cheerleader, no surprise, but I was in a very competitive school. I was strong and a good gymnast and had a great smile… well, actually I still am all those things. But uh, I was only a sophomore, and those varsity girls were older and really just plain better than me. I wasn't going to get onto the varsity squad. You know, until they started to fall down doing flips and dropping feet in the a pyramid. I'm so lucky no one got really hurt." Tabby shakes her head. "So, with me using it every drat day that didn't even last a year before people got suspicious and started harassing my family about me being a dangerous mutant freak. So... I showed them exactly how dangerous my powers were. I was already as fast as a car skating and I was a lot more manoeuvrable, so during rush hour I skated against traffic and every expensive car I saw went off the road and crashed. Into trees, houses, other cars. I still had enough self control to slow those cars down enough that no one got killed, but there were broken bones and everything." Her enduring smile fades into a vague sort of frown, and she looks down into her lap. "Of course, my parents freaked the gently caress out. My little brother hid under his bed because he was afraid of me. I was going to just go and leave but I opened the door to see a SWAT team in my face demanding I surrender." She looks up to look at the girls. "You know on Mythbusters when they shoot a gun into the water and the bullet explodes as soon as it hits it? Yeah…" She takes a deep breath and sighs. "That was fun to find out. But then they fell on their asses and dropped their guns and I ran away." "Got to Chicago and laid low for a while, and once it all died down I turned to bank jobs. As you do. I worked with The Constrictor for that first bit when I was just starting out, who is a pretty stand up guy by the by. After I got bored with that I went to work with the mob, I gave them a cut from my 'earnings' and signed on as an enforcer. I'm actually really surprised that you heard anything about me Rickie. It's not like I tried to fight Spider-Man in New York or anything, I was C-list working out of Chicago." She tells the painter. "I mean, I'd vacation a couple of times a year when things got too hot. That was when I was in Vegas and the Hulk thing happened." She tells everyone. "He was grey when I met him, not green. I think that made him less strong or something, but way more talky. And grabby. It's not like I was wearing Trauma's outfit or anything, I was in jeans. Pervert." She mutters, sounding quite aggrieved. "But it doesn't matter if Hulk is strongest one there is, you're not doing anything if you can't get solid footing to throw a punch. But he kept pissing me off by being totally loving gross and creepy. Seriously, if any of you are thinking of super stuff you're going to get that. Ugh. I increased the air friction around him so much that just moving was tearing the flesh off his bones, I almost flayed him alive." Tabby pauses for a few moments. "I realised I was about to cross a line…so I ran away again. And got blackout drunk for months so I wouldn't have to deal with it or think about it. Next thing I know I'm skating at one fifty down the interstate coming out of L.A with a pallet of gold bricks from I-don't-know-where behind me and Iron Man flying overhead trying to blast me. I was trying to get away so I did the only thing I could think of. I threw that gold right into traffic." Tabby makes a helpful throwing motion to accompany this. "There was a massive pileup, both sides of the interstate and over all the lanes. Iron Man stopped chasing me and flew down to help and keep it from getting more worse than it was. That's when it kinda it me. Instead of using that as a distraction and run away, I stayed to help. Four people died because of what I did." Staring down at her hands, Tabby remains silent for two or three minutes. "As soon as the ambulance and police and Iron Man had it back under control I gave myself up. Pleaded guilty to everything when I got in front of a judge, if Iron Man hadn't testified on my behalf I'd probably be sitting on death row or something." Tabby looks each of the house in the eyes in turn. "I was nineteen when I got sent to the Raft. I'd been doing the whole supervillain thing since I was 16. I'll be twenty two in August, but I got my birthday present already when I was let out and given a chance to make up for what I did." 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Rickie - Hero Points: 2pre:Dear Dad, I assume the authorities involved have kept you in the loop about my activities. I'm doing fine, my stay in our correctional system has been pleasant. It looks to stay pleasant, since this school is something of an offshoot of the prisons. I'm making new friends, so far everyone here is really nice. Before Mom asks, two of the girls in my House (We're ordered into Houses, almost like Harry Potter. I'm in Blue House, but I don't think there was any Sorting Hat business, despite our girls being kinda Ravenclaw.) have killed people. Well, one has, I'm still not sure about the other, she may just be a victim of the media. They're both really shook up about it. You probably already got a brochure or something else about this place, but we've got full days of classes, learning to control our powers and use them to benefit society, plus the usual math and science and English. You always told Mom I was too pretty for jail, but it turns out all I needed was a similarly pretty jail. I don't even know if they'll allow it, but if you could ship me some of my clothes, Mister Ears, and Fizzwazzle The Ineluctable, I'd really appreciate it. Tell Mom pre:Tell Mom I don't hate her. Rickie pre:P.S.- Our breakfast is being served by little robots! They're cute, you'd like them.
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Sarah The bed was comfy. Too comfy. After a long night's sleep Sarah was still reluctant to tear herself away from the mattress. In the end it was only the smell of food wafting up from below that forced her to move. She hadn't thought she'd be hungry after all the pizza he night before but her stomach said otherwise. Still yawning, she scrapes together the few books and things that the school had provided, and stumbled downstairs. "Mornin'," she says, stifling a further yawn. "I slept good. Best night's sleep in months." She actually manages to sit down with a plate of pancakes and bacon before she notices the mechanical rats scooting around the place. She frowns, and stares at the closest one as it makes a sharp turn around a stack of toast. "I wasn't expecting that," she says to the others, still tracking the robot. "I wonder if they... Hey!" She taps the table next to her, and addresses the nearest robo-rat. "Come over here. What's your name then?" Her voice slips into a tone you'd normally hear addressed to a pet or small child.
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The robo-rat Rickie eyes pauses for a moment, its satellite dish bopping up and down for a moment, then goes back to kitchen duties. When Sarah beckons the toast serving robo-rat, it races over. A rather high pitched *squeak* is emitted from within the contraption, sounding like a rather unconvincing attempt to make midi mouse noises. But to Sarah, it's a completely different noise. For she hears the robo-rat say, "Squeak!"
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