Reuleaux Academy (IC)

[GM_3826]

Nicole lets out an appreciative whistle, and slows down to keep better pace. "If I could do stuff like that, I'd spend all day coming up with things, or maybe selling useful gizmos to people with more money than sense."

Morgan smirks. "Oh, so you're jealous."

[AvatarVecna]

Morgan smirks. "Oh, so you're jealous."

Nicole shrugged. "Jealousy doesn't feel like quite the right word. It definitely sounds like a cool talent to have, though."

[GM_3826]

Nicole shrugged. "Jealousy doesn't feel like quite the right word. It definitely sounds like a cool talent to have, though."

Morgan continues smiling. It's actually quite uncomfortable.

[AvatarVecna]

Morgan continues smiling. It's actually quite uncomfortable.

"Best be careful, or your face will freeze that way~" Nicole jokingly warns you, her own small smile not diminishing in the slightest.

[AvatarVecna]

Her stretches finished, Nicole joined Yanako for a comfortable silent sit. It was rather nice.

Episode 1 Scene 3

With PE behind them, the group made their way through the twisting halls towards Dr. Sillands' World Literature class. The whole way, Nicole kept asking questions about the class - what you've been reading and studying, how strict the teacher is, whether it's more lecture or group interpretation, and so on. Apparently, she becomes a bit of a chatterbox when she's anxious, although thankfully it's not too annoying, and will likely be less of a problem after she's had a few days to adjust to things.

Arriving in class just before the bell, the teacher calls attendance, gives a brief introduction of the classes new student, and then launches directly into a brief discussion on some of the more intricate bits of Shakespeare's work. This leads off on several tangents touching on more esoteric poets of the same era from around the globe, all touching on similar themes of the experiences and dreams that are both gained and lost on the path to adulthood.

"Alright students, now I want you to spend the next 15 minutes or so putting together a poem of your own based on these themes, and drawn from your own life experiences; no particular poetic style is required, feel free to express yourself as you see fit. It doesn't have to be prizeworthy, I'm not expecting masterpieces in this kind of time frame, just give me what you can. Once you're done, you'll be taking turns reading yours aloud to the class."

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Mental/Allure: Show off to Nicole what a cunning linguist you are with some less child-friendly poetry. Be careful, though: the line between mature and immature for such topics can be thin at times.

Physical/Luck: It seems the universe just doesn't want you to get through reading your poetry. Something's going wrong, but hopefully it garners you some sympathy from your new friend.

Mental/Skill: Impress the teacher with your grasp of these themes, your poetry skills, your public speaking skills, or all three!

[Illven]

Hazel had a sudden burst of black energy. A skilled diviner might have noticed the negative feedback mana lick between her and Megan. Not that Hazel had noticed her energy being attached to the cute energy. She was far more focused on other attributes of the athlete.

That and her early slow seduction of Nicole, always put a fire in the succubus.

Easily the first to complete her poem, Hazel immediately stood up when finished. However, Jane seeing her jump up without the poem, intended to put a hand on Hazel's shoulder to stop her.

Jane ended up accidentally slipping her hand on Hazel shoulder fingers in Hazel's outfit, and Hazel's startled leap at the sudden contact.

Hazel's shirts or other clothing was never made of the sturdiest materials and as Hazel jumped back, Jane ended up tearing large portions of Haze's shirt.

The well endowed succubus stood over Jane with a hungry look in her eyes.

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Strong Physical, Shameless, Faustian pact call in, Positive temptation work. +9 total.

[Necroticplague]

It's a common trope for AI to be creatively sterile in fiction. To let a lack of emotions mean they can't truly comprehend what gives a piece emotion, and thus unable to write a truly stirring sonnet, music, or similar. Unfortunately for humanity's artist's, this was more fantasy than reality. By using existing creative pieces as data points, one can produce some surprisingly touching artwork from a machine. While Kisat has the current problem of being stuck with this drone's resources, instead of her proper housing, and being more general purpose than any of those conductor AI, it certainly doesn't mean she can't work out something at least halfway decent.

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Mental Skill: +6 Strong, +1 Everybody Loves Catgirls

[jamieth]

For some reason, Megan is feeling rather sore; is it that her, eh, stretching session with Hazel was a bit too much? (Lacking magical talents of her own, the girl is oblivious of the energy drain she's currently subjected to...)

Still, it's not like it gives her an excuse to not try her best, and, fourteen and a half minutes later, she's ready... more or less. True, her poem might not have the strictest rhymes, or the most perfect rhythm... and, perhaps, it contain a bit excessive mentions of 'sky', 'fly', 'wings' and similar concepts... and, Megan gesturing a bit to much - though on par with her usual self - while reading, a sudden burst of wind tears the piece of paper from her hand and lands it straight in front of Nicole.

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Physical/Luck: Strong Physical +1, Boundless Energy +2, Giving it 110% +1, Faustian Pact -3: +1 total

[GM_3826]

Morgan pulled up a variety of articles, resources, and papers. She was remarkably fast while doing this. In fact, her typing speed combined with her intelligence meant that she could finish this poem remarkably fast. The poem didn't suffer too much in terms of quality, either.

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Strong Roll+2 Tech Expert+2 Genius Intellect+2=+6 Mental/Skill

[7th son of sons]

Idellise smiled thoughtfully as she scrawled out her poem onto the paper before her. She was, of course, a patron of the dead art that writing had become. And with a more... liberal pronunciation ability than much the rest of the class, Idelise found herself free to express herself more openly than she otherwise would. Looking up at the rest of the class at a sudden sound, as well as an influx of sudden dark energy, Idelise was surprised to see a nice, open view of Hazel's upper body. The fabric evidently wasn't the strongest of materials, but the (admittedly very nice) view wasn't what sparked Idelise's creativity.

Unbuttoning much of her shirt, Idelise began transcribing the poem from the notebook on her desk to her body. Starting between her breasts, Idelise carefully (and through a few giggles), wrote out the poem there, giving it the shape of an inverted heart. Perhaps it was the lewdness of the situation, or playing up her sexuality, more than usual anyway. But however you slice it, the words not imprinted on Idelise's body were certainly pushing the PG-13 rating. But so long as the work was good, or the class was distracted with other parts of her presentation, that shouldn't really matter, right?

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Strong Allure +1, Charm and Grace +1, Enchanting +3, Supernaturally Attractive +2 = +7

[Murtox]

So a poem, Corona thought, she had read a lot of them in her life, from those made by the greeks to those of the Italian renaissance, from the start of the knights life to the end of it , she was quite versed in those indeed , but as she had soo many options , it was quite difficult to decide for one in particular , after all , all of those were beautiful art in one way or the other, but after some long tinkering she remember very good particular poem that was a bit strange to the say the least, but which beautiful verses and words had cauptivated her one and three times.

This poem, in particular, was for some lady in distress from the 1300's when the era of knights was still breathing, this lady was extremely beautiful and charming, but she had decided to not give her beauty to anyone that didn't fullfill certain conditions that were, for many, impossible to meet, one of the failed knights composed a poem for her in which he let his imagination go totally free, he would talk about her hair, her body, her lips , everything of hers. Although, his fate unknown , for Corona it was a beautiful reminder that the knights not always got what they wanted and such was the path of the knight, the path she had decided to take.

(+2 From Strong Allure, Strong Mental and +1 Better at everything)

[Sgt. Cookie]

Poetry... damn... Maybe Intel-Chan knows anything about this stuff? ... Worth a shot at least.

Yanako fumbles about in her pocket for a moment and pulls out her phone under her desk and sends a quick text to Intel-Chan:

Shakespearean-esque poem needed quick.
Gimme a few minutes. I'll run a program. See what I can come up with for ya.
Thanks.

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Going for the Mental/Skill roll. Just a flat D6 roll here.

[AvatarVecna]

Hazel had a sudden burst of black energy. A skilled diviner might have noticed the negative feedback mana lick between her and Megan. Not that Hazel had noticed her energy being attached to the cute energy. She was far more focused on other attributes of the athlete.

That and her early slow seduction of Nicole, always put a fire in the succubus.

Easily the first to complete her poem, Hazel immediately stood up when finished. However, Jane seeing her jump up without the poem, intended to put a hand on Hazel's shoulder to stop her.

Jane ended up accidentally slipping her hand on Hazel shoulder fingers in Hazel's outfit, and Hazel's startled leap at the sudden contact.

Hazel's shirts or other clothing was never made of the sturdiest materials and as Hazel jumped back, Jane ended up tearing large portions of Haze's shirt.

The well endowed succubus stood over Jane with a hungry look in her eyes.

Nicole's eyes went wide at the sight of the fairly exposed succubus, and her small smile got a bit goofy. She was so busy ogling her friend, she barely even noticed the other shenanigans going on in class: virtually everybody had stopped what they were doing to stare, giggle, whistle, gossip, and everything in between. The teacher seemed to be torn between attempting to completely avert his gaze, attempting to get the class under control, and sputtering incoherently.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Hazel!" Jane gushed timidly, misinterpreting Hazel's stare. "I-I think I've got a spare shirt in my bag, or maybe my l-locker that I could lend you! Please don't be mad?" she pleaded, digging through her bag looking for the shirt.

It's a common trope for AI to be creatively sterile in fiction. To let a lack of emotions mean they can't truly comprehend what gives a piece emotion, and thus unable to write a truly stirring sonnet, music, or similar. Unfortunately for humanity's artist's, this was more fantasy than reality. By using existing creative pieces as data points, one can produce some surprisingly touching artwork from a machine. While Kisat has the current problem of being stuck with this drone's resources, instead of her proper housing, and being more general purpose than any of those conductor AI, it certainly doesn't mean she can't work out something at least halfway decent.

Your poem comes out rather well, in your estimation, although the reading is unlikely to take place: the teacher, and indeed almost every student in the class seems to have been distracted by Hazel's wardrobe malfunction. Next to you, Ricky (unapologetic pervert that he is) is trying to subtly snap a few pictures.

For some reason, Megan is feeling rather sore; is it that her, eh, stretching session with Hazel was a bit too much? (Lacking magical talents of her own, the girl is oblivious of the energy drain she's currently subjected to...)

Still, it's not like it gives her an excuse to not try her best, and, fourteen and a half minutes later, she's ready... more or less. True, her poem might not have the strictest rhymes, or the most perfect rhythm... and, perhaps, it contain a bit excessive mentions of 'sky', 'fly', 'wings' and similar concepts... and, Megan gesturing a bit to much - though on par with her usual self - while reading, a sudden burst of wind tears the piece of paper from her hand and lands it straight in front of Nicole.

Unfortunately for you, Nicole doesn't even notice the paper landing in front of her, her eyes glued to Hazel's exposed assets. Most of the girls around you are giggling and gossiping:

"Serves her right, always dressing like such a slut. That's just what happens when you go threadbare."

"Smith probably did this on purpose, the bitch. Can't stand anybody else doing well...my grades aren't gonna get better if she keeps distracting the teachers to avoid them picking up work."

"Maybe that's how she's passing all her classes? Wouldn't surprise me..."

"You think Jane did it on purpose? I knew they were roomies, but I figured she was more innocent than that. But exposing her in public...maybe she's just as bad?"

A feeling in the pit of your stomach tells you these rumors is gonna spread fast.

Morgan pulled up a variety of articles, resources, and papers. She was remarkably fast while doing this. In fact, her typing speed combined with her intelligence meant that she could finish this poem remarkably fast. The poem didn't suffer too much in terms of quality, either.

Your efforts and results are admirable, but it looks like the teacher might be a bit too busy to pick up papers today; Hazel's torn clothing, and the chaos it's causing, take precedent, it seems. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice one of the other honor students leave the room in a huff, no doubt rightfully thinking that the rest of the lesson will be a giant waste of time.

Idellise smiled thoughtfully as she scrawled out her poem onto the paper before her. She was, of course, a patron of the dead art that writing had become. And with a more... liberal pronunciation ability than much the rest of the class, Idelise found herself free to express herself more openly than she otherwise would. Looking up at the rest of the class at a sudden sound, as well as an influx of sudden dark energy, Idelise was surprised to see a nice, open view of Hazel's upper body. The fabric evidently wasn't the strongest of materials, but the (admittedly very nice) view wasn't what sparked Idelise's creativity.

Unbuttoning much of her shirt, Idelise began transcribing the poem from the notebook on her desk to her body. Starting between her breasts, Idelise carefully (and through a few giggles), wrote out the poem there, giving it the shape of an inverted heart. Perhaps it was the lewdness of the situation, or playing up her sexuality, more than usual anyway. But however you slice it, the words not imprinted on Idelise's body were certainly pushing the PG-13 rating. But so long as the work was good, or the class was distracted with other parts of her presentation, that shouldn't really matter, right?

Unfortunately, it seems the entire class (teacher included) have been thrown into disarray by Hazel's sudden exposure; you doubt there's going to be a reading, and maybe not even a collection of the written poems. Still, you've put so much work into transcribing it, would be a waste not to finish...

A boy sitting next to you (Quenton) notices what you're doing, and is torn between ogling Hazel, ogling you, or looking out the window to avoid being a total perv

So a poem, Corona thought, she had read a lot of them in her life, from those made by the greeks to those of the Italian renaissance, from the start of the knights life to the end of it , she was quite versed in those indeed , but as she had soo many options , it was quite difficult to decide for one in particular , after all , all of those were beautiful art in one way or the other, but after some long tinkering she remember very good particular poem that was a bit strange to the say the least, but which beautiful verses and words had cauptivated her one and three times.

This poem, in particular, was for some lady in distress from the 1300's when the era of knights was still breathing, this lady was extremely beautiful and charming, but she had decided to not give her beauty to anyone that didn't fullfill certain conditions that were, for many, impossible to meet, one of the failed knights composed a poem for her in which he let his imagination go totally free, he would talk about her hair, her body, her lips , everything of hers. Although, his fate unknown , for Corona it was a beautiful reminder that the knights not always got what they wanted and such was the path of the knight, the path she had decided to take.

Surprise surprise, the succubus had a wardrobe malfunction. The classes productivity has ground to a halt, the teacher seems helpless to do anything, and it seems even Nicole is too entranced to speak out against this lewd behavior. What do you do?

Poetry... damn... Maybe Intel-Chan knows anything about this stuff? ... Worth a shot at least.

Yanako fumbles about in her pocket for a moment and pulls out her phone under her desk and sends a quick text to Intel-Chan:

Shakespearean-esque poem needed quick.
Gimme a few minutes. I'll run a program. See what I can come up with for ya.
Thanks.

By the time the poem comes through (a rather nice one too) the class has devolved into more or less complete anarchy. You doubt the teacher will get a grip on the situation soon enough to pick up papers, much less have people read them. You notice one of the smarter students leaving the classroom, and debate joining her.

[Illven]

Hazel lets out a breathy gaze to steady herself, not really caring how that could be misinterpreted. Her fingers flexing with energy as she does so.

You are significantly taller then me, and... Hazel replied closing her eyes.

It's fine Jane. Hazel said leaning down to hug her, giving Nicole who sat opposite of Hazel and Jane a wonderful view. What was so important you had to get my attention? She asks Jane as she looks over to Nicole and flashes her a smile.

[Necroticplague]

Your poem comes out rather well, in your estimation, although the reading is unlikely to take place: the teacher, and indeed almost every student in the class seems to have been distracted by Hazel's wardrobe malfunction. Next to you, Ricky (unapologetic pervert that he is) is trying to subtly snap a few pictures.

Kisat leans back in her chair, taking in both the improbable event itself, as well as the ensuing chaos. "If you want something a better resolution, I could always e-mail you." She taps the side of her head meaningfully to indicate her eyes. "Digital memories can be so convenient sometimes."

[7th son of sons]

Unfortunately, it seems the entire class (teacher included) have been thrown into disarray by Hazel's sudden exposure; you doubt there's going to be a reading, and maybe not even a collection of the written poems. Still, you've put so much work into transcribing it, would be a waste not to finish...

A boy sitting next to you (Quenton) notices what you're doing, and is torn between ogling Hazel, ogling you, or looking out the window to avoid being a total perv

Idelisse sighed happily, glad her old friend was finally getting some of that scandalous attention that so often followed around Lizz herself. Ah doon't mind ya starin', Quenton. Ah di'n't get them out jus' to le' the girls breath~, the half-fae commented as she worked her way through the last few stanzas. She'd come to Hazel's rescue shortly. She always did!

[AvatarVecna]

Hazel lets out a breathy gaze to steady herself, not really caring how that could be misinterpreted. Her fingers flexing with energy as she does so.

You are significantly taller then me, and... Hazel replied closing her eyes.

It's fine Jane. Hazel said leaning down to hug her, giving Nicole who sat opposite of Hazel and Jane a wonderful view. What was so important you had to get my attention? She asks Jane as she looks over to Nicole and flashes her a smile.

"You were going up to read without your - actually, it doesn't matter," Jane replies, holding you close to try and shield your exposed body from lewd eyes. "Let's get you some more intact clothes, hmm?"

Kisat leans back in her chair, taking in both the improbable event itself, as well as the ensuing chaos. "If you want something a better resolution, I could always e-mail you." She taps the side of her head meaningfully to indicate her eyes. "Digital memories can be so convenient sometimes."

The dude stutters out a denial, as if he could get un-caught if he spews out enough words. His furiously whispered denial tapers off when it becomes obvious you're not buying it, and he sheepishly puts away his phone. "Uh, I guess that'd be nice...what do you want for them?"

Idelisse sighed happily, glad her old friend was finally getting some of that scandalous attention that so often followed around Lizz herself. Ah doon't mind ya starin', Quenton. Ah di'n't get them out jus' to le' the girls breath~, the half-fae commented as she worked her way through the last few stanzas. She'd come to Hazel's rescue shortly. She always did!

"That's not the point," he says, turning to face you (and unintentionally sneaking a look). "It's not polite to stare, especially at, uh..."

[7th son of sons]

"That's not the point," he says, turning to face you (and unintentionally sneaking a look). "It's not polite to stare, especially at, uh..."

Th're's nothin' wrong with m' body, ya know, she continued, casting her eyes back down to her stomach as she finished off her poem. 'snot like 'm ashamed of ya seeing. I know I'm g'd lookin'

[Illven]

"You were going up to read without your - actually, it doesn't matter," Jane replies, holding you close to try and shield your exposed body from lewd eyes. "Let's get you some more intact clothes, hmm?"

Yeah, that makes sense. Hazel replies, she turns to the teacher unintentionally strutting out her hip.

I assume I'm free to leave? Hazel questions to the teacher, her hand showing off the rips in her clothing.

[AvatarVecna]

Th're's nothin' wrong with m' body, ya know, she continued, casting her eyes back down to her stomach as she finished off her poem. 'snot like 'm ashamed of ya seeing. I know I'm g'd lookin'

"I know," he insisted hastily. "Still...doesn't make it exactly gentlemanly to look, you know?" he asks rhetorically, averting his eyes every time they start shifting back to your body.

Yeah, that makes sense. Hazel replies, she turns to the teacher unintentionally strutting out her hip.

I assume I'm free to leave? Hazel questions to the teacher, her hand showing off the rips in her clothing.

The teacher stammers out something that vaguely sounds like a yes. You can't totally tell, it's not exactly coherent, but it's probably fine, right?

[Illven]

Hazel takes that as free to leave, seeing if Jane and Nicole wanted to follow her.

[GM_3826]

"...WHAT IS GOING ON?"

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So it's been hours and I apparently never realized that GiantITP had lowercased my post.

Hopefully Morgan's anger will be more apparent now. :)

[Necroticplague]

The dude stutters out a denial, as if he could get un-caught if he spews out enough words. His furiously whispered denial tapers off when it becomes obvious you're not buying it, and he sheepishly puts away his phone. "Uh, I guess that'd be nice...what do you want for them?"

"Why'd I charge? It costs me nothing to provide, so it would be unfair of me to ask anything in return."

[Sgt. Cookie]

Snapping a few pictures of Hazel's wardrobe malfunction, more for Intel-Chan's benefit rather than Yanako's, she quickly jots down her provided poem, gets up, places it on the teacher's desk and leaves the room. Deciding that, in the absence of anything better to do, she follows the smarter student she saw leaving earlier.

[AvatarVecna]

Hazel takes that as free to leave, seeing if Jane and Nicole wanted to follow her.

Both girls practically leap up to escort you - for their own reasons. They follow you out of the room, Nicole's eyes straying downward more often than not.

"...WHAT IS GOING ON?"

A couple people around you roll their eyes at your rather loud question, particularly since the answer (to them) seems obvious: Hazel got accidentally (or "accidentally") stripped, bringing the class grinding to a halt.

"Why'd I charge? It costs me nothing to provide, so it would be unfair of me to ask anything in return."

The guy looks at you strangely, but eventually replies "...alright then. Yeah, I'd really appreciate having some copies, digital or otherwise." He writes down an email for you quickly.

Snapping a few pictures of Hazel's wardrobe malfunction, more for Intel-Chan's benefit rather than Yanako's, she quickly jots down her provided poem, gets up, places it on the teacher's desk and leaves the room. Deciding that, in the absence of anything better to do, she follows the smarter student she saw leaving earlier.

The teacher barely responds, solidifying your decision to leave. Following the other student, you find out they're heading towards the principal's office, probably to report the incident or something.

[GM_3826]

A couple people around you roll their eyes at your rather loud question, particularly since the answer (to them) seems obvious: Hazel got accidentally (or "accidentally") stripped, bringing the class grinding to a halt.

"**** YOU ALL!" Morgan raises her middle finger.

[Necroticplague]

The guy looks at you strangely, but eventually replies "...alright then. Yeah, I'd really appreciate having some copies, digital or otherwise." He writes down an email for you quickly.

Kisat eyes the address, before appearing to simply stare off for a moment as she sets a daemon to properly split and copy the images while she focuses on browsing to get her own e-mail running. Once she gets a few more choice frames ready, she sends the message with them attached. "Here you go. Happy hunting."

[Illven]

Both girls practically leap up to escort you - for their own reasons. They follow you out of the room, Nicole's eyes straying downward more often than not.

See anything you like? Hazel teased with a wink, as she clung to Jane for "warmth"

[AvatarVecna]

"**** YOU ALL!" Morgan raises her middle finger.

More eye-rolling, but somebody finally responds. "It's just Hazel being slutty like normal, figured you'd be as jaded to that as the rest us by now."

Kisat eyes the address, before appearing to simply stare off for a moment as she sets a daemon to properly split and copy the images while she focuses on browsing to get her own e-mail running. Once she gets a few more choice frames ready, she sends the message with them attached. "Here you go. Happy hunting."

The dude peeks at his phone, and almost instantly passes out cold, a trail of blood hanging in the air for a split second before following him to the ground.

See anything you like? Hazel teased with a wink, as she clung to Jane for "warmth"

Nicole barely hears you question, murmuring a vague "Mhm~" to your question.

"That's not a very appropriate question to ask, Hazel," Jane chides, "And that's not a very appropriate answer, Nicole! Eyes up top, don't be rude!"

[Illven]

Don't I decide if she's being rude though? Hazel pipes up raising a hand with a single finger in a one second gesture.