yumemigaoka | Golden Week goings on

Golden Week goings on

⭐ Who: Ben Kenobi and whoever
⭐ When: Golden Week
⭐ Where: Promised Morning, The Dream Sphere, Dice and Dash
⭐ What: just life

-1: Last day of school BEFORE Golden Week-

The last class of the last day before a vacation is the one that no one wants to pay attention to. Unfortunately, Kenobi is a professional, and is imparting new knowledge about the English language to the students at Promised Morning all the way up to the last minute of class.

In deference to how NO ONE is paying attention to him, Kenobi is mainly covering review on what he covered over the last few months: A long segment on how to tell which vowels go where (no easy task), and a shorter segment about Shakespeare. Ben was admittedly not a huge Shakespeare fan, but it was kind of expected that anyone teaching English would hit on the Bard at SOME point. The post Golden Week unit he hoped would be more interesting.

As the last minute of class crawled by, Kenobi ended the day with, "...and NEXT time we meet, we'll get into a marginally more contemporary English author: Tolkein! He's one of my own personal favorite writers so-"

Whups, there's the bell. Kenobi spoke up so he could be heard over the noise of everyone scrambling to pack up everything and get the HECK out of here for Golden Week, "The assigned reading for your week off is the first six chapters of The Hobbit. Nothing too strenuous, so that should leave you all with plenty of time to enjoy your vacation!"

By the time he'd said that, most of the class was out the door, and the ones still there weren't really paying attention to him. Oh well, kids were like that. Kenobi made a note to leave a note online, so that once the rush of freedom wore off, anyone who cared to ACTUALLY study over break could do so.

Any students or fellow faculty who want to speak with him, now is probably your last chance before he clears out for his OWN Golden Week plans.

-2: The nightly grind-

~~Ben Kenobi~~ Dreamer Saber, in his tan robes and white armor, is a pretty familiar sight in the Dream Sphere. He's not particularly expecting any trouble tonight, but it feels like there's been an uptick on confused newbies around lately, and if one of them gets into trouble, it'd be better to have someone who knows what they're doing around.

He's the kind of guy who likes to lurk, mysteriously, only stepping in when it seems like he has to, so if you ARE new to the Dream Sphere, it could be said to be a little disconcerting that there's some hooded figure hanging out on rooftops, watching you from a distance. He's very easy to misinterpret as a potential threat, especially if you're already on edge for whatever reason.

-3: The knightly grind-

At Kenobi's apartment, there was construction going on. Jackhammers running all hours of the day make concentrating impossible. Which is why Kenobi had packed up his paint and brushes and models and made his way to Dice and Dash, a local hobby shop/cafe. They had a couple of gaming tables in the back, and one of them had a half painted army of little guys spread out so he could work on painting them.

Are you a fellow player? Are you just surprised to see your English teacher having a life outside of school? Has playing Warhammer (Or "legally distinct from Warhammer tabletop war game." Do we even care about copyrights here?) always been something you were interested in? Are you just a nosy busy body?

Whatever the reason, it looks like he's putting the paintbrush down for a moment to stretch. The ideal time to actually say something!

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Misato raps at the door's frame before she steps into the classroom, folders and binders tucked under one arm as she does. She has to maneuver for the flood of excited students ready to have some time off from their studies as she heads over towards the English teacher. She glances at the blackboard.

"You have high expectations. Though that's usual for you," she says with a good-natured smile.

Kenobi was packing up his own stuff, at a more leisurely pace than most of the students had, when Misato knocked. He nodded a greeting.

"The Hobbit was written for children. I think they'll be able to manage."

Edited 2023-05-02 01:19 (UTC)

"Mm. Maybe." Misato leans up against the wall next to the door, her expression pensive.

"It'll be good for them to actually read something instead of stringing grammar together like I did when I was in high school, honestly. And the really clever ones will be excited for the challenge. You might want to have a Japanese translation on hand for reference, though." She pauses.

"Not that I'm trying to tell you how to organize your lesson plan."

"One step ahead of you." He held up a Japanese copy of The Hobbit. "Just reading sentences in isolation is no way to learn a language. The most effective teaching method would be the strand them in Sheffield and wish them luck finding their way back home, but I'll settle for making them read books."

Then he stuffed the book in his bag. "Probably only half of them will actually read it, but that's something to worry about next week."

"I think I'd struggle if you dropped me in Sheffield," Misato says and laughs. "My English isn't as good as it was in university." Sigh. SHe'd used to be so keen on foreign languages--had even had a stint teaching English before taking on her homeroom duties.

"Any plans for Golden Week?"

"I was hoping to fly home for a week, but it's not a holiday there and the people I wanted to visit were all too busy to meet. I got so many cancellations that I just canceled my plane tickets."

A deep sigh.

"So...no, not particularly. I feel dreadfully boring."

"Eh, I don't have anything exciting planned either except for some shopping, so it's not like you're the only one," Misato says with a shrug and a sigh.

"That's just how being an adult is, I'm pretty sure."

“As you say. I think my main goal this week will be to sleep for a thousand years and not talk to any teenagers. Maybe do some painting.”

This was a risk. Letting someone like Misato know about your nerdier hobbies was just begging to make yourself an object of gossip. Or so Ben judged it.

"Oh, you paint? Like, landscapes? Watercolors?" Misato asks curiously, an eyebrow raising in mild interest. She's friendly with Ben, but can't claim she knows him well outside of a few mandatory work drink outings and the usual faculty stuff.

Ben wasn’t a teetotaler, but he didn’t drink a lot if he could avoid it. Suffice to say, his and Misato’s social circles did not have a huge overlap.

“Ah…not exactly that, no. I, um. I paint models. It’s something of a hobby.”

"Oh. Like gunpla?" Yes, she knows what gunpla are. Maybe she has a soft spot for mecha shows. Don't tell anyone.

"Or like, model planes?"

"Mainly knights in shining armor. I've been building an army of little guys. It's a whole thing."

Please appreciate that Ben isn't whipping out his phone right now. He has PHOTOS.

"Ohh. Seems like a fun hobby, wish I had something like that."

She has... drinking?

Edited 2023-05-12 15:02 (UTC)

“You could always start!” He said, but then actually thought about that.

“Maybe don’t start with Warhammer, though. It’s a very expensive hobby.”

"You've been pretty intent on your work so far! You want a seltzer or a soda?" As Kenobi's already taking care of the potential crick he's got in his back with that amazing stretch.

She's probably just a 'nosy busybody', as Sam has always been more interested in painting miniatures for an entirely different tabletop game, but she can appreciate an artist when she sees one. Though his little guys are at least a little similar to hers. She's got less of them, though--more 'adventuring party plus bad guys' than an army.

Also she's not sure if he already has a refreshing beverage, but the offer couldn't hurt, right?

“Oh, yes.”

Ben spent a moment adjusting his focus for things that were more than two inches tall. “Some tea would be good, actually. Black tea, preferably, with just a touch of cream.”

He actually finally looked at her. “Are you new here? Dreadfully sorry for asking only I’ve been coming here for years and I don’t believe I’ve met you before.”

"Sure!" It wasn't soda or seltzer, but it wasn't like hot tea was going to break the bank. She darted off before she answered--but only long enough to make that tea with its small splash of cream, and bring it back.

"Not really, but I didn't get to hang out at great lengths until I graduated, and even then I have a couple of jobs I do, so. I'm here now partly because I'm trying to get a gaming group together."

But even that was probably going to be pretty sporadic. Sam did sort of hope that the draw of having a game headed by a Dreamer would more than make up for it being more than a bit irregular in time frame.

Ben put the tea aside to cool for a moment. He had not realized she was offering something light on the house, and fully intended to pay for it. Just one of those little slightly awkward moments of misunderstanding.

"Oh? What kind of game did you have in mind?" He asked, interested.

Edited 2023-05-06 02:48 (UTC)

_{[ Hooded Rooftop Guy is not an unfamiliar sight to Levania. Actually, when he doesn't spot Hooded Rooftop Guy in the dream city for a while, he begins to become concerned for his wellbeing. They have never interacted directly to this point, which is usually something that suits Levania just fine,

but last time he saw him, Hooded Rooftop Guy had left something behind when he left his... posting. Levania had seen it glittering on the rooftop, and, curious, went and picked it up and kept it.

To a Dreamer, it was probably nothing. He could just dream it up again, if he really needed it. Maybe it wasn't so much a belonging, as a leftover of his presence...? Levania hasn't a clue. He just kept it. Now here's the guy who dropped it again, so he's decided he might as well try to give it back.

The weird big Figment is trying to wave at you to come down, Dreamer Saber. ]}

[It was a smartphone. Or...not actually a smartphone. It looked like one, but it couldn't make calls. You couldn't really bring things from the physical world into the Dream Sphere, but Saber was used to having a phone in his pocket, so when his body assembled itself in the Dream Sphere, it included something that felt right. Saber had tossed it aside because it felt kind of weird to not have something there in his pocket, but it felt weirder to have a prop.

When he looked back and saw a figment following him, and a big one too, he barely thought about it. It was clearly a straggler, lost and of little danger by itself, but if it was allowed to join a larger pack, it might contribute to a nightmare forming and that was no good for anyone.

With a slight sigh, Saber turned around and started marching right towards it, drawing his flaming blue sword as he did.]

Edited 2023-05-15 05:34 (UTC)

_{[ Levania stops in place, fake phone clutched between both sets of claws in front of his chest, when he sees the flaming sword come out.

...hm. It's been a little while since this happened.
This is a slow enough march toward him he has some time to think.

If he runs, the Dreamer will pick up speed. He cannot outrun him in the long term. He has boltholes all over the dreamsphere. The nearest one would be...

...behind the Dreamer steadily striding closer with purpose.
The second is farther, but would only involve turning on his tiny heel and sprinting straight, until it came time to try and duck secretly into the hiding place. ...fine. Fine, that's what he'll do. The day is young. Maybe he can handle the sprint.

The strange dream-creature backs up a few steps, slowly, the same pace as Saber -- then tears off running, Mystery Object still hugged to its chest. ]}

[He hesitated. This wasn't normal Torment behavior. Normally they either ignored you in search of other torments to merge with, or leapt at you claws first. Backing up nervously before turning and running was a bit unusual. Now he was curious.

Saber ran after it, keeping pace while leaping from surreal building to surreal building, and occasionally back down to ground level. He wanted to see what it would do. Was it leading him into an ambush? Was it a new kind of torment they had never met before? There was still so much they didn't know about the Dream Sphere! Maybe he could capture it and drag it back for study!]

_{[ there were a few times he almost thought he'd lost the Dreamer tailing him. Times he'd look back and there'd be no one there-- before Saber always jumped back down into view, giving him a start and the motivation to keep loping forward.

He's not gonna be able to shake him like this.

It's a real duck to get in, but Levania detours into the entrance to the metro, frantically glancing around-- a convenient train would be perfect right now-- ]}

[A train could be heard, but distantly. It would still be a minute or two, and Saber was sliding down the rail on the stairs now.

He landed easily. His sword was still in his hand, but the blade was not, at the moment, ignited. Just a simple hilt.]

Hello there!

_{[ He starts, at the voice, and turns around-- has to quickly step in a little circle to do it because he is not exactly flexible. The trains still coming.. think fast. How to occupy his attention...

...he's still holding the prop phone. He puts it down on the floor, and gives it a good shove in Saber's direction, making a real skittering racket as it slides his way. ]}

Edited 2023-05-18 18:50 (UTC)

[Saber looked down at the phone prop, then back up at the creature, thoughtfully.]

…You’re not a torment, are you?

_{[ ...his wings flicker open. he draws himself up, trying to look stern and noble. ]}

I am not, Dreamer.

I am Levania.

And you talk.

[Saber groaned at himself.]

Well, I've made a right proper fool of myself, haven't I?

_{[ there's a small little rumbley noise he makes that's not quite a laugh, but might be somewhere in the ballpark. ]}

Slightly.
...You often patrol the city. I have seen you.

You have not seen me.

_{[ the bug is sure judgey ]}

Quite, I think I would have remembered that.

Figments generally aren't coherent enough to have a conversation with, though. Who are you?

I am Levania.

_{[ you said that already. ]}

I resemble a Figment, as I am not solely of this place. I am awake, but I never wake. But I am not a Dreamer.

_{[ He's got something like a sandglass jangling around attached to one of his antennae, though. ]}

You never wake?

[A mystery! Saber loves mysteries!]

I’m Saber. Do you come to this part of the Dream Sphere often? Are there others like you?

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