[ accidental video / open action ]

[The video clicks on at an angle, giving the network a view of the soccer pitch at Westerberg. It's finals and summer's right around the corner so it's empty for now—save one player, distinguishable by her bright red hair. It's Ginny, of course, captain of the girl's team and taking the afternoon to unwind after her final exams with a ball and a wide expanse of open field all to herself.

With or without a team and game around her, it's clear she's good at what she does as she works through lightning-fast footwork drills and a few fancier tricks that won't be seen in an actual match but appeal more to her show-offish nature. In other words, this Ginny is no different from the Quidditch player she is normally, and it's obvious her talent on a broom and in the air translates well to a soccer ball on the ground.

She goes at it for a long while, finishing off with a strong kick that sends the ball flying into the goal across the way, and then she makes her way back to the bench where the camera is, picks up a hand towel and mops it across her face and around her neck as she catches her breath. She's picking up her water bottle when she pauses, looks down, and rolls her eyes when she notices the red light blinking.]

Brilliant.

[She heaves a theatrical sigh, picks up the phone, and then grins (because, really, as annoying as it is to be caught unawares, she doesn't mind nearly as much as she pretends).]

Finals're over and done with, I reckon I've earned a bit of fun before the madness around the dance starts. Hope you lot enjoyed the show.



[ooc; forward-dated to after finals! backstory for the ginger witch (or muggle, this time). feel free to text her, call her, run into her to/from the locker room/on the pitch, etc etc etc... anything, really! and here's some fancy footwork for reference, if you like. idk ginny and sports.]

[ Bucky's behind the school, a cigarette in his fingers, sitting on his backpack, slumped against the wall. His phone is in one hand, and the text is pretty much sent to everyone in his phone book. Which might not be that many people, but who the fuck cares? ]

who wants to buy me a drink?

[ Because what is the point in exams? And studying. And everything else. ]

perry's still lets us buy so ill c everyone there.

[ ooc: replies will come from detentions. Feel free to text or action the hell out of him! ]

misterblackbird

I have the City at my feet. As something of a conquering hero, I'd better go and do something with it. #summerinthecity #summerbreak
less than 30 seconds ago from Echodevice

@, I'd like a colour hint, please. Just one. Please?
about 1 minute ago from Echodevice

And that, as they say, is that. #summerinthecity #summerbreak
about 2 minutes ago from Echodevice

More Than Kin, Less Than Kind: Filial Obligation in William Shakespeare's "Hamlet". Not a bad title for 1am. Turning in that project now.
about 15 minutes ago from Echodevice

Microbio is now a distant memory. Good afternoon. Also, what kind of a start time is 1:15?
about 30 minutes ago from Echodevice

Takeaway sushi really is terrible. I shouldn't expect so much, I know.
about 3 hours ago from Echodevice

Statistics was never really an issue at all. Check that off.
about 4 hours ago from Echodevice

University physics. Done.
about 5 hours ago from Echodevice

Good morning, City. Good morning Uni. Away we go. #cityuni #finals
about 8 hours ago from Echodevice

[ooc: Duh, of course he has a Chirper or a Warbler or a Tweeter--or whatever the AU!school!curse-equivalent of Twitter is. Text him, see him in person, whatever. Now that he's done with exams and projects, he's going to go hang out in town. Please pretend that this was posted later in the afternoon--if you count the hours, his day started at about 7am and it's "now" about 3:15pm. I think (fuck math).]

[Exams are over. Thank you God. And to celebrate, Charlie has a few things she'd like to share. First, some texts go out to friends.]

I think I did well on most of those tests. The English exam, I'm a bit concerned about but we'll see. There's a party later, right? I mean I know we did the beach yesterday but still. I need to unwind somehow. And speaking of unwinding;

[The following is sent to all Ohtori students and even friends of hers that don't go to the school.]

Spent the last four weeks conducting 'interviews' for the A/V club's end of year project. I cannot believe how unobservant some of you guys are. You guys crack me up. I could barely get through most of the interviews with a straight face.

this accompanies the mass text/email/what-have-you.

trust me. this was better than recording the teachers dancing to 'single ladies' complete with black bodysuits. enjoy!


To Howl:

Dress shopping. Meet me in the parking lot.

To Rapunzel:

Did my notes help?

1. what's the policy for a missed final at Westerberg?
2. anyone going to the dance tomorrow know if they sell photos and how much they charge?
3. my calculator is still missing.

and this doesn't really fit on the list but for anyone who goes out to eat or orders in? tip the guy/girl/alien/whatever for fuck's sake.



[ open a c t i o n (multiple choice) ]

[ (A) Milling about the school still? You might run into Arthur. (B) On your way to the beach? You might run into Arthur. Either way he looks the same: rumpled with some scrapes to finesse the effect but largely unconcerned about it. If anything he seems distracted - emptying the minimal contents of his locker or walking in a daze or just leaning against the main office building while checking his phone. ]



[ooc: responses coming from odds annnnnd am linking his phone post for any alternative texting/prankphonecall/ic contact shenanigans as this curse affords such opportunity *_*]

[As an Ohtori private school student, you may be in the middle of exams... you may be in the cafeteria... you may even be in the fields for gym.

But wherever you are... you hear a BOOM. And then a fire alarm - faint or loud, depending on if you're anywhere near the chemistry labs.

Tony stumbles out of the labs, phone in hand as he records everything with soot all over his face. His eyes are wide in shock...and thrill.]

That...is going on youtube.

Junior year, complete - and I'm pretty sure I can say with confidence that I haven't failed anything.

[Of course he hasn't. He's one of the good students. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't rather pursue his own interests.]

I am officially not touching a textbook for months.



[ooc: Posting form work, most tags will happen after I get home ♥

Network replies are definitely a-okay, or you can feel free to have your character run into him at Westerberg High, or around the City. Might provide action prompts later when I'm not at work? XD Replies will be from jimmy_w.]

[ Howard is sitting in the middle of the exam hall, legs stretching out in front of him beneath the table, and the paper on the desk closed and filled to the brim. He's finished the thing halfway into the time, so now he's bored stiff, waiting for permission to leave. He might get annoying if left to his own devices. ]

These exams are too easy, ain't they? Someone entertain me while this thing drags on.

Oh, and I got free reign of the mansion tonight. Party?


[ Feel free to claim to know him however you like, Howard is easy, and replies will come from geniusness. ]

[Handwritten Letter, off the Network]

Dear Mum, Wolfgang, and Father,

I am happy to report that I am doing well in school. I am taking my exams today, and expect to do well on them, because I have studied. The other girls are very nice, and give me no trouble. When we have been out on trip, I find that everyone is nice once you exchange pleasantries with them, and make the effort. I would write more, but that is all that I have time for today, and I am going to come home for holidays anyway, where you are sure to find out more about my time here.

Warm regards,
Angua von Uberwald

[Video/Action Post]

[She is sitting in the hallway outside of a classroom, books open in her lap. People pass her by in the hall as she pores over her notes and texts. She doesn't bother looking up when she states,] One down, at least. Have you come for help on the next one?

[/Video/Action Post]

[OoC: In canon, her mother went to a high-class all girl's boarding school, so Trinity seemed appropriate. Openly as a werewolf, so even if Angua tries to play it down, it's likely the teachers will have heard of her mom, and may have mentioned in classes 'Oh, you're the Baron's daughter, aren't you?' Implications will be had, so feel free to assume. She wants to prove that she can do things on her own, without her family and status doing everything for her, and that their Way is not one she wants to take.]

[Video:]

[The feed begins showing one of the students balling his eyes out after coming out of his exam before it angles towards a young man's face as he whistles. Despite not having his hat on, the tatoos on his face and arms certainly gave him away for those who know him.]

Oh oh~ there goes another student weeping after an exam. [He leaned his cheek against his hand and mumbled under this breath before giving a bored yawn.] I didn't think they were that difficult.

[He grinned.] Well, I suppose it's natural for a genius such as I. Ah, is there nothing that can challenge this great Klarth F. Lester~! [He glanced towards his viewers.] Which leads to the next. And, ah, this is only for the ladies just to be clear.

A wondrous magical night tomorrow evening. Yes, a clear invitation to take one special lady to the spring dance. Guaranteed to give her the night of her life. [He gave a wink.]


[ooc; Here is a general info about Klarth but I'm willing to add any other history and go with the flow! Feel free to make rumors of him being a troublemaker, a player, or how he's been suspended before. In canon, he made a rule to himself to not date the same woman more than three times so feel free to be one of those women XDD;;]

[ taped to his office door ]

If there are any questions regarding the exam, realize that we covered the relevant material in class. Grades will be out as soon as possible.

Don't complain unless you are sure you have a valid cause.

Wishing you a pleasant summer holiday,

Professor Saito



[ ooc; university professor for business, economics and hey, handwave if you want him to have taught anything else. ]

There's a girl vomiting into the book return box in the library. She says it's nerves but it doesn't smell much like them.

I thought somebody should probably know.

Oh, and if anybody else finished the chem test early enough: think there's extra credit for noticing the examiners were playing human Pacman between the desk grids? I need to ask because, apparently, in Public school, you never can tell.

See you in fall.


[No, he's not expecting to attend the dance (although plans are subject to change). In the meantime he can be caught collecting his violin from the Westerberg High music rooms before heading into town. At the local grocery store he'll pick up baby food and heavy flow tampons, and hide them under at least six bags of potato chips. And, late in the evening, groceries, violin and shopping bag unloaded, he'll be found on the shoreline at the beach, expertly skipping pebbles out across the waves.]

[The feed begins to show a well dressed Senior with an older-aged girl in one arm. To those aware of the students at Ohtori, they could identify him as one of the smartest guys in class. Though to those who know his other face can identify him as one of the leaders of a gang and distributor. He's the guy you go to in order to get your fake id for the bar or club you've been dying to go to or the one joint that you just have to have. A businessman by nature and open to making any deals. Money is his best friend for the most part.]

Now that finals are done and the faculty could finally can it over grades, let's talk about something more important. I'm going to have a gathering over at my place tonight. Details are on these.

[He held up what appeared to be a black business card with the word "Eden" written in white and nothing more.]

You're all welcomed. Come if you're interested. I'll see you there.

( Long ooc note;; )

Yes, I will be filming your final scenes and monologues. It's for grading purposes. No, I am not going to put them up on the Network. No, we don't watch them at the staff party. Yes, I will give you five minutes to fix your makeup, if you must.

I won't tell you not to be nervous, because I have enough confidence in your talents to make up for any courage you might lack. It would be bad luck to wish you good luck, so I'll simply say, break a leg.


[ooc; Neil, aged up, is a drama teacher Westerberg High School; I never made it to the plotting meme but feel free to be students / colleagues / etc! Replies coming from to_live_deep. Pretend this was a bit earlier~ backdating is welcome and likely <33]