misrecalled_tdms | Missrecalled TDM 8

Auradon

Oui Sports - Winter Edition

Sports are a great way to warm up on a cold day, but sadly all the outdoor sports Ben was ready to teach... Well none of them play so well in a foot plus of snow. And that foot plus was after getting help from those with magic who could melt some of it down for them. And when Mal was asked about winter sports on the Isle the answer was "It's more like... gang activity, than sports. And if someone broke their leg, we kinda laughed, so... Not really applicable here."

So they instead asked the Missrecalled to show off games and sports that can be played in deep snow. But the best games need more than one person, so maybe you need to find someone to play with?

Happy Little Cleaning Song

After so long with so many people all cramped into the school for so long that there was more than a little bit of mess. They could use a hand clearing everything up. Whistling while you work and a spoonful of sugar were both advised. But cleaning was always a better task with a buddy! And Team Work Makes The Dream Work, right?

The Isle

Gang Activities

What had once been a dank and dreary school in a mausoleum was now an icy dreary one. The ground outside was a mix of ice, muddy slush, and rocks. Neither fun nor pretty. But it was probably safer outside than in, and easier to be active dodging doomstones than skidding down the halls into broken lockers. But it was still frigid out. Perhaps some activity would help warm you up. But what? And whom with? Snowball fights might be a little extra dangerous, with all the muck mixed in and no place to go warm up. But maybe someone might be up for it anyway? Or stealing a doomstone to sled down the roof? What are you gonna do to stay warm?

Got No Chill?

Someone decided that there needed to be a fire to warm people up. Maybe that would have been a good idea, if the person who had started the fire had anything clue about fire safety. They - or maybe you! - had started the fire in one of the classrooms using broken desks for kindling. But the fire quickly spread to the other desks in the room and with so much paper detritus in the halls! Stop the fire, warn people, run away! Pick you poison but do it fast, the way this fire's spreading, this school might not last!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

3wingedangel

"I know of someone by that name," he replied. "He may be the same one or not." Or it could be a situation like with Merlin. He had met several different ones.

From:

professorsong

"Ah, well," she said. "The short version is yes there is a Yen Sid here who is a teacher, however no you can't really talk to him right now."

From:

3wingedangel

Sephiroth didn't look impressed. "And why can't I?"

From:

professorsong

"On the surface? Seems to have been a lab accident."

From:

3wingedangel

"... You're saying he's injured?" Or worse?

From:

professorsong

"Badly. I stabilized him enough that he isn't going to die, but he isn't waking up. Just trying to keep him alive until they come back from Auradon so they can take him back there for treatment."

From:

3wingedangel

Well, that was just terrific.

"So you have no communication, people are getting hurt, and all you can do is wait for these Auradon people to decide to show up, which might not be for weeks?"

Sephiroth looked out the window. "What if I tried to fly there for help?"

From:

professorsong

"There are thorns all around the school, we only have one clear path to the shore. And beyond that is a barrier that keeps us all in. Those in Auradon have a way to lower it, we don't. This was a prison originally, after all."

From:

3wingedangel

"Yes, so you keep telling me," Sephiroth frowned. "These Auradon people sound highly inefficient at everything except trapping others. Haven't they left any supplies at all?" And why didn't they leave a way to communicate?

From:

professorsong

"They bring us supplies every time they come, but nothing that is enough to help with this. They say they're working on communication, but that was part of the point of this place."

From:

3wingedangel

Sephiroth sighed in frustration. He hated feeling helpless.

"Alright then. Since now I have been given a long list of what we cannot do, what can we do?"

From:

professorsong

"Help each other. Fish when it is warm enough. Chell has been working on some other food plans. There are classes, but no one will blame you for skipping those. However we can work together to help our chances of getting out of here. If that's what we want."

From:

3wingedangel

Sephiroth at least knew a lot of survival techniques, but he had never been in a situation this bad before or with so many others who needed help.

"Why wouldn't it be what we want?" he grunted. "Surely any place would be better than here."

From:

professorsong

"Perhaps. I spent some time in Auradon. I chose to come back, though. I can be more of use here. And anyway... I'm more used to prison at this point. Breaking out is far more fun than being out."

From:

3wingedangel

"If someday we could get everyone out who isn't a threat, there would surely be no reason to stay," Sephiroth said. "Unless more who don't deserve it would arrive later?" He frowned. In that case, someone really would stay to tend to the newcomers.

He definitely didn't understand the thought of actually enjoying prison. He felt like a caged bird right now.

From:

professorsong

"More seem to constantly come," she said, nodding.

From:

3wingedangel

He sighed. Of course they would.

"Alright. Show me to what should be done next."

From:

professorsong

"Well now that the fire is out, maybe we can see if there is anything in this mess we can salvage..."

From:

3wingedangel

Sephiroth sighed and started going through the wreckage. The fire had been going quite a while, unfortunately. He doubted much, if anything, would survive. He pawed through the splintered and charred wood and paper.

From:

professorsong

She worked with him, moving things carefully. "We need to make sure there are no hotspots still smoldering too."

From:

3wingedangel

"I know. So far I don't see any." Seeing nothing in this stack was smoldering, Sephiroth turned his attention to another one. Eventually he found one, and he stomped on it to put it out.

From:

professorsong

She worked as well, pulling out a charred bit of wood. "I Hates C," she read out. "Charming place."

From:

3wingedangel

"And who wrote that? Gollum?" Sephiroth said dryly.

Yes, in his travels he had heard of The Lord of the Rings. And that was the first thought that jumped to his mind with such terrible grammar.

From:

professorsong

"Never met Gollum, whoever it is, cute?"

From:

3wingedangel

Sephiroth smirked darkly. "Not really."

He sighed, studying the statement. "Did a child really write that?" Maybe they didn't really mean it; 'hate' was a word thrown around lightly so often that it had lost a lot of its potency. But then again, who knew. Cloud had certainly learned to hate very young.