Missrecalled TDM 8

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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!

Comments

Re: No chill, sweetie

[3wingedangel]

That was troubling.

"If he's not either place, where would he go?" Sephiroth wondered. "Would he have been sent home?"

Re: No chill, sweetie

[professorsong]

"Could have been sent home, could have been somewhere else. Could be hiding somewhere." Could be dead.

Re: No chill, sweetie

[3wingedangel]

"Hiding for months? Is that possible here?" In such grim circumstances, it seemed unlikely.

Re: No chill, sweetie

[professorsong]

"Not likely, no." she agreed.

Re: No chill, sweetie

[3wingedangel]

"And I suppose with things as they are, you wouldn't know if anyone ever goes home when they disappear," Sephiroth said.

Re: No chill, sweetie

[professorsong]

"Exactly."

Re: No chill, sweetie

[3wingedangel]

That was certainly disturbing too.

He sighed. The whole situation sounded almost hopeless.

"... You say this is a school," he said at last. "Can anyone teach here?" Perhaps they could teach some constructive classes to counter the terrible things the kids would be learning from the villains.

Although ... given all that he had learned, he was likely seen as a villain himself, to have been sent here. But that didn't mean he had to behave like one.

Re: No chill, sweetie

[professorsong]

"I don't see why not. What are you planning to teach? How not to set fires in a school?" she asked with a grin.

Re: No chill, sweetie

[3wingedangel]

"Something like that, perhaps," he smirked. "I used to teach how to be a hero back home. But that was a long time ago."

Re: No chill, sweetie

[professorsong]

"How to be a hero? And you wound up here, how?" she asked with a laugh. "Bad at it? Or Ends vs means?"

Re: No chill, sweetie

[3wingedangel]

Instead of finding it funny, Sephiroth looked away out the window. "It's ... a long story." One he wasn't about to tell a near-stranger. "But I was very good at it." He still had his pride.