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[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

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[UGH. The deathsun is out in full force today and the humidity is enough to choke a horse. It's the kind of day where only the craziest of people are out in the heat instead of inside in a nice air conditioned building if they had the choice.]

[Crazy people like this guy here, who fans of cheesy action might recognize as Son Goku, former star of obscure kung fu movies and current owner and operator of a local martial arts school in town. Who's right now in the park, under the blazing sun, and doing two-finger pushups. Why? BECAUSE EXTREME CONDITIONS ARE GOOD FOR TRAINING, THAT'S WHY.]

One hundred and one... one hundred and two... one hundred and three....

I was coming this way, and the clouds started to look like rain clouds, so I waited here.

[Nat is safe from the rain in a kind of rather twee clear plastic-and-white-dots raincoat, but if black puffballs keep coming down like this she knows chances are good she'll end up touching one. Still, she notices, and pauses.]

They're real. Act natural or you'll get too much attention.

Natural?

[he croaks the word out like it's foreign, but his gaze shifts from his own changing face to Nat and does bring back a semblance of normality to the situation even if his expression doesn't quite match]

I'm not sure how I won't be attracting attention like this.

[She shrugs, coolly analytical.]

It's a big city. There's always a cultural festival somewhere. Pick your stuff up, think about it where there's fewer people around.

[Hesitate.]

Do you need help?

I think that something must have rolled off...

[his reply is distracted, thoughts obviously still on the tattoos and whatever it is that's falling from the sky. he crouches, begins to gather up the scattered items from his bags, brow still furrowed in consternation]

And those things certainly aren't going anywhere, are they?

I'll get it.

[Nat's been weirdly good at finding things for years. She makes a beeline for the fruit or can or whatever as if she'd seen it roll that way and returns, but just as she feared, when she stretches her hand out to get it into the bag something soaked and fuzzy bounces off it and dissolves into steam.]

[It's a sudden feeling, just... something under her braided hair, across her scalp, something sort of tight and itchy as scars appear where no scars had been before. They're really not visible, but she feels it.]

...oh.

It's nothing. Act normal, we're watched.

Oh. That's...pretty smart, actually. Unless you have to be on time to something, but I think everyone's going to be late to wherever they're going in this weather.

[He doesn't know what else to say after that so he falls silent and he can just feel the awkwardness. A few moments later, he realizes he doesn't know her name, so he tries to break the awkward silence.]

Uh--I'm Danny.

Hello! I'm Yukari.

[Handshake offer while sizing Danny up. Sort of a lightweight hybrid model, with some kind of inactive fins on the back. What are those?]

I'll be starting at Locke City Academy this fall!

[he tilts his head quizzically at her as she sort of freezes up for a moment, but lets it pass when she shows no other signs of distress. instead he shakes the bags once to make sure they're sturdy before lifting them up; Salvador's got a better handle on himself now, is slowly winding down from the tizzy he'd worked himself into, but is still muttering in a tone of vague disbelief.]

Unbelievable. This is too full of science fiction to be happening, especially to me.

[he shakes his head. this was the stuff of late night television and blockbuster movies, not something that someone should expect on a walk back from the grocery store]

If anyone's watching, they're going to be severely disappointed in what they see.

[Nat glances sidelong at him but doesn't comment.]

Good. They watch anyone who stands out too much, and they remember. It wasn't like this before.

All set? I should probably go with you a little ways.

[Well then. She looks like she's been doing this for a while. Rei had just come jogging across the scene, splashing and splashing away under her black umbrella. Rei could handle herself in situations like these, so she didn't feel any need to race home. Thus she could stop and take in the spectacle that is Mari going to down on these vermy guys.]

At least somebody seems to be enjoying it...[She mutters softly to herself, watching another few creatures fall prey to the cold hard hammer that is algebra.]

So how many people are we going with, anyway? Did you ever get a final count?

[Hajime's not the most fond of going out and being social, but he supposed trying to go out and have fun wasn't going to be so bad. And he'd seen some of Ken's coworkers before; some of the girls weren't bad looking...

As long as they didn't end up at a karaoke bar. He didn't think he'd be able to handle that.]

Enjoying? This is an all — [ THUMP ] — out — [ KER-SWACK ] — counterattack! [ Looks like her vision may have suffered a blow, but her hearing's just fine. In demonstration, she slams her book down with a sopping wet THWACK on another demon dandelion puff, and jumps on top of it for good measure.

With a debonair grin, she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, even when they've started to fog. ]

But you could say I'm enjoying it. The little beasties die pretty easily!

[ And as an afterthought, though no less heartfelt: ]

Hi there.

["Interesting person" quickly turns into "Possibly dangerous person"

Rei takes a precautionary step backwards. Okay weird bloodthirsty person maybe making a passing comment at you wasn't such a good idea.]

...You could go home like everyone else. [You know, instead of staying here and smashing them with a math text. She glances to the side in a "how dumb and or insane must this girl actually be?" type of way.]

[When Daja decided to take a shortcut home from her summer class, this really isn't what she expected to see. She's got her jacket held halfway over her head, mostly trying to shield the messenger bag with her notebooks in it from the rain. Who is this kid? And what is that thing? A modded car, or a broken amusement park ride?]

Sorry? [it's an automatic response, for buying time until she figures out just what she's looking at. What's a kid doing alone in a park in the rain, anyway?]

[Nat raises her head and manages not to ask if Daja is deaf.]

Help me out, or just keep walking.

[If she just goes to the police - well, Nat will pop the cockpit anyway and if the Starfly doesn't take off she'll abandon it. Not without regret.]

[ Tara Solomin was having a Bad Day™. First, somebody completely trashed the library's only copy of River and Wind, which was an absolute CLASSIC. They returned it overnight in the dropoff box, so Tara didn't even have the chance to rightly chew them out over it. Not that, you know, she was actually allowed to do that - librarian assistants were generally told not to be confrontational, but.... but that poor book! And think of all the people who'd never be able to read it now!

She'd considered buying a replacement herself and donating it to the library - certainly not the first time she'd done it - but she had evening classes to attend after work if she ever wanted her degree in Library Sciences. Unfortunately, she also had a test she needed to study for, which was why she had shoved a multitude of practice tests and supplementary reading in with her textbook, hoping to get some studying in while waiting at the bus stop.

Except it was raining.

She was wearing a hoodie, so at least she wasn't getting too wet herself, but she couldn't exactly pull out a book while rain was coming down, now could she?

Sigh.

At least with her hood up, nobody would pause to stare at her purple hair. Unless they actually stopped to look at her. But nobody would do that, right? It wasn't like she dyed it, okay? ]

[her mouth twitches a little; rudeness from strangers may be expected in a city, but that doesn't make it welcome. Still, her curiosity prevents her from rolling her eyes at this brat and walking off. Or maybe it's her weird new sixth sense that's making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Because that car--small plane? How did it land in the park with all the trees?--it's not normal. (no kidding.) It's not even the way it looks (like something out of a futuristic movie) or the garish paint job.

Her hand itches a little, and she grips the strap of her bag tighter to quash the urge to reach out and touch it. To find out what it's made of. Because she knows it's not ordinary metal. Not that she could explain how, but she knows.

She can't disguise her frown, or the skeptical squint that accompanies it, but she takes a moment to compose the tone of her voice into something more neutral.]

With what? You need directions to the Air and Space Museum?

[You're not likely to see this mare in StE - not from me, anyway!

But if you'd like to bounce off a reborn princess of the night, meet Diane Mover. Young human lady. Student at LCU. Aspiring film writer and director, and a known passionate fan of eccentric fantasy, especially "creepy" fantasy. Writer of a few concept-driven short stories published online (unpaid) under Diane Moor - you probably wouldn't have found them; the publishing sites are those tiny ones that send calls on Craigslist.

You might run into her well if showily-dressed and looking like she's on a mission, coming out of the summer movies (more for fun than for study), picking up an espresso and a snack, or hanging around the college hard at work on something or other in a book with a nice cover. It looks like it could either be a fancy journal or sketchbook or an ordinary book. Either she's getting her juices going for when she goes home to her computer or inspiring herself. There's a scriptwriting contest going on this month, did you know? She hasn't even really gotten started - it's got to be something really grand!]

[Alfred Ponomarev has a big black umbrella open wide enough to keep his bag (which is quite full of non-waterproof items of value) sheltered and a reasonably thick coat. He's still annoyed that he had to similarly change his plans. The worst of the head-shaking, muttering-under-his-breath frustration wore off on his way to the bus stop to go home early; he is still sour, but has sleeked his demeanor to cold disapproval by the time he makes it there, and recognizes, after a moment, the assistant from the library happening to wait there, too.]

Hi, Ms. Solomin.

[Not said warmly, obligatorily out of civility and respect. But of course she'll know it's nothing to do with her - he's sort of simply turning his nose up in mild annoyance at no target, from one source, for now, and it'll go away. The color of her hair goes looked at without registering.]

[WHAT -

Norah "Eek - !"s displeasure and throws her hands above her head too late, and drops them to paw water drops out of her hair, scrambling off the bench, away from the bother -

which, as sense kicks back in, she's aware is already over with.

Very funny of you!

She turns around, leaning in a tad and crossing her arms - extra tightly, urrgh changing her position has allowed her to get all freshly cold - and, with a little hint of something like a pout, searches the girl in the very cute attire with the umbrella. That was all in good fun. Right?]

[Hikari smiles beatifically as she looks her umbrella over to make sure it's been properly shaken out; finding the results satisfactory she folds it up and turns to look at Norah, expression changing to one of faux surprise]

Oh! My apologies. I thought you were a tasteless art installation.

[and with that she sits down right where Norah had been. yeah, she just soaked you and took your seat. whatchu gonna do about it?]

[Norah looks over at the woman on the other side.

Eyes big, head slightly tilted. And a little bloom of good cheer inside gets her beaming - ha, how can anyone not smile at such a nice surprise as stumbling on a bit of unexpected friendliness after letting themselves get all miserable?

A giggle in her voice as she accepts the napkin.] Ooh, thank you! [Sets to her arms around the sleeves, moving on to her legs and her knees, moving on to get what last bit of good she can out of it dabbing her socks around the ankles, all the while continuing, still grinning - the wetness is anything but foremost on her mind now.] Yea-a-ah.

It's still pretty sucky when it's the middle of July, though! I just wanna hang out! Then it gets all like this and pretends like it's not supposed to be summer! [Still a little of a whine. Now, however, it's fainter, self-aware and playful.]

Well, it can change back anytime it's ready. I'm not the sort of person to deal with any of this.

[he sighs slightly, mentally taking count of the apples in his bag]

I'd appreciate the company, though, thank you. My apartment isn't far from here.

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