[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

[espigeonage]

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!

Comments

Twilight Sparkle | My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

[learns]

[ 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? ]

[quackquill]

[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.]