and like some drunken elvis singing [open]

[mr_fancy_car]

WHO: Miles Edgeworth and you!
WHERE: Everywhere, see prompts.
WHEN: First half of December, before term at Recolle High ends.
WHAT: Schoolnanigans, Christmas event things, an ice skating exhibition, etc.
WARNINGS: None, except maybe that I will try to regain some earthquake-related memories woohoo

A: SCHOOL'S NOT YET OUT a.k.a. the school catchall prompt

[It has been getting cold lately, so all PE classes have been held at the Recolle High gym. Miles has taken great pains to set up hurdles, mats and the rest of the equipment into a makeshift track course for his students to run. On other days, basketball is the sport of choice, and on still others he puts on some music and teaches dance.

Yeah, sometimes it's ballroom dance class time. It'll be useful for proms and surprise fancy Christmas parties! If you're having trouble, you get to be his dance partner. And he demands proper attire for ballroom dance. Girls have to put on skirts and wear high heels, guys have to wear pants and dress shoes.

Alternately, you can find him at his office - it's neat and tidy, filled with bookshelves, his awards as a coach of some of the sports teams or from his days as a star athlete in school, and there's a nice view of the winter wonderland outside his window. He can be found nursing a cup of tea while looking over a lesson plan or even a dance routine he's teaching, wearing his blue and white Recolle High jacket.

If all else fails, you can run into him in the school corridors, looking a little frazzled but trying not to show it in how his steps are frantic, and how occasionally he mutters stuff like:]

Triple axel, double jump...

[Or you might hear him humming Carol of the Bells to himself, but he doesn't look happy doing it.]

B: SKATE DATE (Dec. 15)

[This is the reason why Miles Edgeworth has been...on edge (boo).

In the afternoon, there is an exhibition for all ice skaters who will be competing next year. Though this isn't a competition, it always pays to make a good impression in case any would-be judges are around, and of course, Miles takes pride in his sport so much that he will always give it his all.

Come watch him skate to Carol of the Bells while wearing a costume that looks like a cross between a tuxedo and a Santa costume - think red and white and a bowtie - although toward the end he very nearly fumbles a salchow and has to right himself afterward, oops. After his routine, he'll be somewhere wiping his brow and looking a little disappointed, whether seated to watch the other skaters or trying to leave very quickly once everyone has already performed.]

C: HERE'S THE MAIL, IT NEVER FAILS

[Miles is at the mailbox, exchanging a ticket. He receives a photograph in return - this photograph, if you care to look over his shoulder and get a glimpse of it. He blinks at it, and says a little more loudly than he hoped - ]

A-A celebration? Who are the other - a-am I wearing a cravat with my suit?! Do I seriously...

[He just lets that last word hang as he continues staring at the photo in disbelief.]

D: YOU ROCK MY WORLD

[It's not the cold that bothers Miles; he can easily bundle up in a sweet jacket and scarf for that. Besides, sometimes it's good to just have a walk in the middle of some light snow. What bothers him are the the sudden earthquakes that pop up out of nowhere under his feet. Whenever one does, he jumps a little and has to hang on to the nearest tree or mailbox or building...notably, he doesn't grab hold of you.

That's real nice of him.]

...Was that an earthquake? Should I be worried about worse things to come or are the earthquakes normal in this city?

[Look, you never know, okay. What if the earthquakes summon more mistle-bats out of nowhere or something.]

E: WILDCARD

[Hit me up if you want to do a thing! You can contact me here or at auste!]

Comments

give me the d

[usurpers]

[ eren’s experienced his own fair share of tremors, and the fact that they keep happening, no matter how small, isn’t really convincing him that’s it’s an isolated happening. nothing else happens, or appears, even when he looks for anything around town that could be considered a clue, and so far he’s come across nothing. but still, nothing shakes the feeling off. something is up.

when the next one comes, he stumbles but forces himself not to grab onto anything, only stepping into open areas away from the trees and buildings. it’s when he sees miles that he tries to get his attention and jounce over regardless of the rumbling. luckily, they stop as he finally nears miles and grabs hold of his arm, prying him off the tree.. ]

Don’t stay under anything— that wasn’t the first or the last one.

I have made my d-ecision

[mr_fancy_car]

R-Right, of course.

[Miles allows Eren to pry him off the tree as he slowly regains his bearings, straightening himself up. Then he steps away from the tree, widening his stance in case another tremor shook the ground.]

At least they haven't caused any major damage.

[usurpers]

[ once he sees he’s okay, eren let’s go and wanders away from the tree’s shadow. if another one could hit, he’s not taking the chance to sit under it. ]

Not yet.

[ not—! trying to be negative, but it’s far more dangerous to wave it off and give nature a limit. if it was nature to begin with . . . ]

Have you seen the rest of the city say anything about it?

[mr_fancy_car]

[He shakes his head.]

Not recently, although I've been rather busy.

[So who knows, they might have mentioned something while he was not able to keep tabs on Retrospec.]

[usurpers]

Not busy enough to notice other earthquakes, right?

[ but as far as eren’s heard himself . . . there has been nothing, and he’s looked. he was hoping that there had been an odd chance, perhaps, that word of something has gotten out and he hasn’t heard about it, but . . .

it’s one person. he’s bound to ask more. ]

aaaaa

[promisedyou]

Is something wrong? You shouldn't be humming Christmas songs like that.

[ The person that seems to pop up is Mio herself, peering at him with her aquamarine eyes which is definitely different from the brown eyes she used to have. ]

[mr_fancy_car]

What? [He blinks and stops humming; Mio will notice that under his Recolle High jacket, he's wearing this shirt. But before anything else, he gasps.] Your eyes - ! [At this point he ought to get used to people's eye and hair colors suddenly changing, but still.]

[promisedyou]

Ah... that? Does it really look that weird on me?

[mr_fancy_car]

What? [That wasn't it, they're actually a nice shade. Miles vigorously shakes his head and raises his hands as though in surrender.] No, no! I just didn't expect your eyes to change, is all.

[He doesn't exactly mentally prepare himself for his students to suddenly change.]

c

[gudaguda]

Do you want a cravat for your next outfit?

[ Says a cheery voice as she peeps from over his shoulder. ]

No, you look really spiffy here even if the magenta suit is a bit much...

[mr_fancy_car]

Ack - Miss Fujiwara?!

[DON'T STARTLE HIM LIKE THAT! He whirls around and sees Sakura peering over his shoulder. After taking a breath, he relaxes and sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.]

The cravat might also be a bit much. [It might flutter right into his face while skating.]

[gudaguda]

We can pin it down, it's fine!

[ she waves it off, not thinking too much about it. ]

Still, you look so... formal. Sorta not like you.

[mr_fancy_car]

I...have to agree.

[He holds up the photograph, his brow furrowing.]

But pinning down the cravat with a brooch of some sort would work.

c

[imaginex]

-- Is that a ghost in that picture?

[Oh lord, that question just pops right out of her, Sakura having peeked around Edgeworth's shoulder in curiosity. Of course she immediately turns apologetic, as he seems a bit... scandalized]

[mr_fancy_car]

[Miles turns around.] Honestly, I don't know.

[Sakura startled him a little but after another Sakura (ha ha) snuck up on him awhile ago, he's a bit more alert.]

It might be, or it might be some sort of illusion.

[imaginex]

[Sakura knows what answer she prefers, but seeing as it's not her picture, she's willing to accept a more mundane explanation.

But following that hum of agreement--]

Ah, wow though. You look very... fancy in this?

[What is that color? Sakura doesn't know if they've got a word for that in Japanese]

[mr_fancy_car]

Er...thank you.

[Don't ask him either, his costumers are the ones who are good with colors.]

It's a bit much; I wonder why I was wearing it. [What kind of celebration was this, anyway? The others weren't wearing such loud colors...]

a

[frostythehitman]

[ Track, sure. Basketball, he's happy to do. Football, dodgeball, any of the balls, really--all fine.

Except for ballroom, that is. And the dress requirements are ridiculous too--this is PE, for god's sake! This slow movement to boring music all tangled up with some other person is just the cruelest torture school has ever put him through. He glares angrily the whole time, and he makes his displeasure extremely well known.

Today, it's by jeering at the teacher from halfway across the gym, over the music. ]

You know, I'm pretty sure there isn't a single state anywhere in the country that requires ballroom dancing to be taught in PE!

[mr_fancy_car]

[Miles raises an eyebrow toward Bucky's general direction. Ballroom was a sport too, wasn't it? It just didn't require balls or tackling people to the ground or any of that high-octane action stuff and getting down and dirty.]

I'm not like other teachers, remember? Besides, ballroom dance is recognized as a sport.

[frostythehitman]

Bull! By who, since when?

[ He's more or less keeping pace with the dance just fine, although his partner certainly looks awkward and uncertain of what to do, considering she's dancing with an angry human megaphone. ]

[mr_fancy_car]

[He takes a moment to observe their form before replying. Oh, he pities Bucky's dance partner right now.]

It is formally called dancesport, and it was recognized by the International Olympic Committee.

Think about it: if chess can be considered a sport, why not dance?

a!!

[dryeye]

[It's always a stressful time of year on the high school front, to be fair--hell, it's a stressful time of year in general, school aside, and everybody tends to handle it in their own different ways. Aizawa's personally inclined to being even more visibly tired than usual, seemingly held together only by the seams of the increasingly heavy scarves he wears on the cold morning transit to class, kept from outright falling asleep on his feet only by the mug of coffee all but permanently attached to his right hand throughout the day at this point. And then there's other people, like Miles, who handle it like...

Well. Like that....

It's lunch break, and Aizawa's standing against the wall just outside his classroom door, trying to enjoy the brief quiet of the hour with a newly-hot cup of coffee before he eventually makes his way to the teacher's lounge. But here's Miles coming up the hallway, and Aizawa's about to greet him, but...the harried expression's difficult to miss, and the muttering is also pretty audible. Miles all but mutters right past him, actually, and Aizawa frowns after him for a drawn moment, unsure whether to be more confused or offended by this. Confusion wins out by a decent margin, at least--it's the ice-skating jargon(???)--and that's what has him speaking up before the latter's moved too far away:]

...Hey, are you okay?

[YOU KNOW...FROM ONE MILDLY CONCERNED COLLEAGUE TO ANOTHER.......]

eyyyyy

[mr_fancy_car]

[Being a teacher is already its own kind of stress. Being a teacher with dreams of making it big on the ice skating scene adds another layer of stress. Miles is mentally going over his new routine for an upcoming exhibition, and the days are ticking by very quickly. In fact, he was hoping to finish all his classes ahead of the end of term not only to give them time to study for their exams, but also so he could finally focus wholly on skating.

He's so caught up in muttering his move set to himself that he doesn't notice Aizawa at all. All he wants to do is take this time to sit quietly in his office and maybe warm up a little in preparation for his practice after school.

But he hears Aizawa loud and clear, and halts in his tracks, turning toward the other teacher and doubling back.]

Ah - yes, I'm fine. [When Miles stops near enough for comfortable conversation, he blinks and shakes his head a little to clear it.

He's not as fine as he says he is.]

[dryeye]

[Well, on one hand an answer's better than nothing at all, and Miles is at least taking the time to turn around and resume a properly conversational distance. But the answer in itself is so blatantly untrue that Aizawa's giving him a bit of a look anyway, as a couple seconds of awkward silence stretch between them.]

...Right. So muttering around about ice skating and not paying attention to your surroundings is the new norm for you. I see.

[mr_fancy_car]

[He should've known better than to try and downplay it. Miles just gives him a wry smile.]

Very funny. I just...have an exhibition coming up. It's not a real competition, but there will be judges, nonetheless.