[open] constant beach boys chorus

[dryeye]

WHO: Aizawa and you! And various others probably
WHERE: Throughout the city
WHEN: Throughout July; feel free to choose whatever time you want
WHAT: Catch-all log for July prompts and general bingo shenanigans probably!
WARNINGS: Not much, ideally

i: when it's hot af and you're tired af (also a blatantly opportune pranking prompt)
[Aizawa, as it turns out, is one of the few fortunate souls to escape the bingo endemic that seems to be sweeping the city. While this still leaves him perfectly liable to get dragged into other people's bingo woes, he's able to go about his July more or less as planned otherwise, and that's about all he can ask for at this point anyway. Things have been strange enough as is, lately...

And he got little enough sleep before all this nonsense had to start up, too. The last few days have been variably sleepless, at this point, and the heat wave hitting the area now? Kind of not helping.

Case in point: here he is now, seated at an outdoor cafe table around noontime on some day or another over the course of this month. Summer school is still a thing, and he's still teaching a class or two, so grading comes along with that; there's papers spread out in front of him, a cold drink at his elbow, and a parasol fastened to the tabletop doing a decent job of casting some shade against the blazing summer sunshine. But it's all...still not quite enough. The heat, the steady drone of the city in the background, the two or three hours of sleep he'd gotten last night--it all culminates in Aizawa dozing off where he's sitting hardly half an hour later.

Pretty hard, too. An errant breeze blows several papers off his table, but he's not stirring. Wake him up, or leave him be? (Honestly though, this would probably be a good opportunity for any aspiring pranksters too.....)]

ii: muffled owl city lyrics
[It's not the first time he's ever gone out for a run in the evening--it's actually a habit Aizawa's started to develop in the last year or so, in an attempt to find a late-night pasttime that'd actually wear him out enough to get himself sleeping at saner hours. Alongside acquaintances and coworkers telling him he shouldn't spend all day bent over a desk without doing something about it, and that sort of thing....either way, running isn't a completely terrible experience, so he usually sets out for an hour or so after the sun's set.

He does not usually go for runs in the middle of blackouts, though. ...Or in the middle of swarms of fireflies, for that matter, but apparently he's netting multiple new experiences at once tonight.

ii-a: Worst-case scenario: the lights have just gone out, he's still running, has turned a corner and literally run straight into you in the darkness. Awkward. Maybe you fell, maybe he fell, maybe you're both on the ground now.] Ow--sorry. You alright?
ii-b: Best-case scenario: he's walking decidedly slower down the sidewalk, there are now fireflies everywhere, and they're clustering around both him and yourself in a moderately impressive but also kind of obnoxious lightshow. It might look like he's waving, but in reality he's just trying to swat these out of his face. On the bright side, the aggressive firefly clustering does make it easier to make out a fellow firefly victim in the gloom...] ...Alright, have I just forgotten or do fireflies normally do this? Because I'm pretty sure fireflies don't normally do this.

iii: obligatory beach episode
[It'll be fun, they said. It'll be a real get-together, they said. You need more sun anyway, they said. There had been a lot of friendly cajoling involved in the process--because at the end of the day Aizawa isn't really much of a beach person--but here he is now, on a trip with a handful of coworkers one weekend to grab some drinks and enjoy the water or...whatever else it is you do on a beach. But he was humoring them for more reasons besides their persistence, and after awhile he breaks away from the others to strike out along the beach by himself. Going for a walk, he'll be back in a bit.

Sure enough, just as he'd sort of suspected but also been dreading--the ocean stretches out, and the entirety of it is a solid gray, practically fading into the equally gray sky after awhile. He meanders down the shoreline for a minute or so, but upon seeing no improvement or variation he draws to a halt to simply stand and frown at the horizon after a bit, possibly the lone person on the beach still wearing pants instead of shorts. (Because he's a heathen. But at least he is wearing a t-shirt, albeit a black one....Aizawa you're going to overheat that way--)

A notion strikes him, and after another moment he starts forward toward the water itself--only to stop again, after a few steps, as an incredibly bizarre sense of distance not...decreasing....strikes him. What? What was that?] Well, that's odd...

iv: wildcard
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ii-b

[wordcarvings]

[ Koutarou shouldn't be out wandering when he has things to do, but he needs some air because he felt trapped in his apartment.

And then, the fireflies are distracting. ]

I don't recall, but a lot of things have been getting increasingly odd over time the last couple months.

[dryeye]

[They're very distracting for sure, that's a fact...

At the response Aizawa sighs. (The puff of air spirals a few fireflies away from his face, only for three or four more to immediately hover in and take their place. Ridiculous.)]

So even bugs aren't immune now. Somehow I feel like I should be more surprised, but maybe I've already worn out that reaction. [Well, but this is somebody to talk to and it's not like Aizawa's getting anywhere particularly fast in the pitch darkness and veritable fog of fireflies. He moves towards Koutraou's direction, and their firefly hoards slowly begin to merge into one very large and glowy swarm.] Don't suppose you've got a bug-catching net on you?

[wordcarvings]

[ It's very bright tonight, in the general area, isn't it. ]

No, I'm not sure anything is immune.

[ Things that should be able to change has changed. It's a little frustrating to have become pretty used to it. The initial surprise quickly fades. ]

I'm afraid that I don't. It's not really anything that I own, and I go to the insect zoo if I need to look at them...

ii-a

[explodosafe]

[Cutter has been running when the lights went out. Common sense would have dictated that he'd stop or at least slowed down and found himself some path with better visibility, but he was feeling stubborn tonight and maybe, just a teeny, tiny bit, it was also vindicating to just keep pushing forward and keeping on moving until his breath is coming hard.

The unfortunate thing is that he hasn't expected anybody else to do the same until he gets rammed by another body and ends up as the proverbial rock in their path.]


-!! Hey, can't you watch out?!

[At least they have some manners. Wait, why is that voice sending chills down his back??]

[dryeye]

[To Aizawa's credit he'd at least slowed down a little, mostly out of surprise as the street went from illuminated to...not. But it's still a pretty healthy jog when he rounds the corner himself, so the collision definitely isn't anything half-hearted.

Aizawa only has a vague notion of somebody shorter than himself and very solid (which is mostly the force of the collision speaking, ouch) before a voice finally speaks up. It's understandably peeved, but as Aizawa attempts to reorient himself in the dark the dry response is coming out before he can quite stop himself.]

Not particularly, no. Pitch darkness makes watching out a bit hard. [...Wait, hold on though. He knows this voice, doesn't he? Aizawa draws a step back and pauses, squinting through the dark and the occasional errant firefly.] ...Sharpe, is that you?

[explodosafe]

.....Mr. Aizawa?! [He sounds downright insulted, even when cold naked panic wraps its clammy hands tightly around his heart. What business has a teacher out here, in the middle of the city?! Sure, they're also people - theoretically - but shouldn't he be... Cutter doesn't know, haunting the school?!?

Tough act all but forgotten he stares at him with wide eyes as his voice pitches into a more youthful tone that he usually tries to cover up.]

What are you doing out here?!

i

[daemonized]

[There's a quaint little fountain, adorned with a statue of man riding a horse, near the outdoor cafe. There are two scarves there, wrapped neatly around the horse's neck, and the man's. It's a bit of an odd sight. Why scarves? On a statue? Isn't it the middle of summer?

No matter. There's a tall man named Ardyn Izunia, leaning carefully towards the fountain, trying to reach at the scarf around the horse's neck. Just a few inches more-

Before a piece of paper, blindingly white in the sun, catches around his arm. The wind wants to keep pulling it away, but it's stuck neatly until Ardyn decides to move. It catches his attention of course, and he stops whatever it was he was doing, grabbing the paper and looking it over with a skeptical glance.]

Now, that's odd...

[A moment while he turns around to look, only to spot a man dozing at a table... with a few sheets of paper looking like they're just about to be blown away by the wind. Ardyn grins a little lopsided, holding steadfast to his one sheet, and approaches.]

Excuse me? [Wake up, good sir?]

[dryeye]

[The paper in question is a sheet of trigonometry problems...and by the looks of the red marks dotting half the page, somebody could have gotten a better grade probably.

On the bright side Aizawa isn't a particularly heavy sleeper, which somewhat makes up for the fact that sleep happens so frequently and unconventionally in his life anymore (sane sleep schedules, kids, maintain them and cherish them before it's too late). He's very close to faceplanting on the table around this point, but Ardyn's voice from somewhere nearby saves him from this fate just in time. Aizawa jolts upright, arms shifting enough for a few more papers to come free--and he slaps them back down before they can fly off too, before blinking up at...a stranger, holding another paper too. Ah.]

--Oh. I take it that's one of mine. [He'll take it off your hands in a moment there sir, just...give him a second to rub at his eyes, wow. Did he fall asleep just now? He sure did. Maybe grading out here was a bad idea after all...] Sorry about that...

[daemonized]

[It's almost a humorous sight, the way the other man makes an almost instinctual grab for the extra papers before they go flying, and Ardyn looks amused. Not enough to laugh at him, though -- he keeps that inclination to himself for now.]

No apologies necessary. The true culprit is the wind, and apparently a lack of a decent night's sleep.

[He'll wait patiently before the man takes it back.]

Math problems, is it? Sorry, I couldn't help but see.

i; pranking

[heroforall]

[Unknown to Aizawa, someone has been paying close attention to him for the last several minutes. And that someone is Izuku. He's sitting a couple tables down from his teacher, peering over the shield that his menu provides. He's nervous, despite the resolve he's been trying to cling to for the whole day.

Pranks have never been his area of expertise. In fact, he's never intentionally played a prank on anyone before. (Unless you count some really weak attempts on April Fools.) He's not even sure what kind of prank he should pull, all he knows is that he needs to move fast. Mr. Aizawa isn't going to stay asleep for long.

He quickly pushes his seat back, not checking to make sure no one is coming up behind him, and hastily stands up.]

[strayknight]

[The bingo cards were filled with a bunch of different things, enough that it was a little tricky to find ones to do with other people. Especially since Ritsu wasn't one to talk around a lot, but with this he's become a little chatty. As he walks into the restaurant, he has his eyes on his phone reading over his cards before he feels someone run into him.

Blinking he looks at the other with a tilt of his head. The other boy looks like he's in a little bit of a rush...so Ritsu has to wonder why?]

You okay?

[heroforall]

Ah-I'm sorry! I should have looked...

[He glances hastily over at Aizawa to make sure he's still there. He hasn't moved an inch, eyes still closed. Good, he hasn't lost his chance.]

I'm fine. Are you okay?

[He's practically projecting his nervousness and the glances he keeps sending Aizawa are not helping.]

w-w-wildcard

[crudest]

["Prank an authority figure."

Do you mean, another regular Tuesday for Baren?

That said, his authority figures tend to be specific - his own manager, some of the people in charge of fashion shoots, the teaching assistants for class - and he's not sure if those will count for an actual authority figure. The most basic authority figure he can think of is a teacher, so - time for a field trip!

It's a regular, unsuspecting teacher's lounge sometime after summer classes let out. Anyone could wander in and Baren doesn't really care who it is. The door is propped ever so slightly - maybe to let the air in, is what people are assuming - and a bucket rests on top. A classic. Normally that'd be filled with powder, water, something like that.

Today? Mayonnaise.

There's also some kind of string that attaches that bucket to a different one that's perched on the bookshelf next to the door. That one? Feathers!

Lots and lots of glittery feathers.

Baren is hanging out at the table, flipping through the Retrospec app on his phone idly as he waits. And waits. And waits.]

1/?? ah

[dryeye]

[Summer classes are indeed out, and so here Aizawa is, tired and unsuspecting, making his way down the hall and turning into the teacher's lounge. The copy machine's in there, you see, and all he wanted to do was run some copies of worksheets for next week before going home for the day. A simple and painless process that he has already done countless times in the past.

But of course, things just can't be simple and painless this month, apparently. It's just not meant to be. So maybe he should have suspected something after all, spotting the door cracked open when it's pretty much always completely shut at this time of day. But alas, he doesn't, pushing it open and stepping through without a second thought.]

[dryeye]

[The bucket comes down first, naturally, falling and sort of bouncing off unevenly for a maximum distribution of mayonnaise basically everywhere. Half of it is on the floor, but half of it still ends up on Aizawa too. He wears black all the time, including today. What a disaster. Everything is terrible.

--Or so he'd thought, anyway, freezing in the doorway for a moment out of sheer disbelief as things proceeded to fall down and Happen at a very rapid rate. Naturally he moves after that, though, staring at the bucket clattering onto the floor for a second or so with a blackening expression before shifting for the bookshelf and the roll of paper towels usually sitting over there--but no, that's a mistake too. There's another bucket there, and it's been tripped somehow, and now it's also tipping over and falling. More smoothly than the mayonnaise, impressively, it's a direct impact. There are glittery feathers all over his head and shoulders.

Now, definitely, everything is terrible.]

3/3 ok there we go......smh

[dryeye]

[Aizawa stands immobile by the bookshelf for a few moments or so, hands falling to his sides. He takes a deep breath. Then he reaches for the roll of paper towels yet again, tearing off a handful to slowly and very tiredly mop some of the feathers and mayo off of his brow.

He turns to shut the door. Then he turns to face the room again, and the only person in it--an unfamiliar face, seated casually at the table. Aizawa tilts his head slightly, tone deadly calm even as he moves to wipe more feathers out of his hair.]

Funny, I don't think I've seen you around campus before.

[crudest]

Nope!

[And there's a little popping sound on the 'p' - punctuated by the shutter sound of a phone camera, because Baren's definitely taking a picture of this moment. As he lets his laughter bubble right on up to the surface, throwing his head back in a laugh even as he stands easily as if he's gonna make his getaway....]

Anyway, it's nothing person - just had to knock something out for bingo!

Wildcard

[glaciers]

["Prank an authority figure."

Shouto is perhaps the worst possible person to play a prank. He's definitely not going to do it to his mother, and trying to do it to his father sounds like a good idea... But he still has to live with him, so he writes it off. Aizawa is a teacher, right? So he must count.

So he finds him eventually, a holding Yukine's hand and dragging him along- at least he told his friend his plan. His terrible, terrible plan.]

Aizawa. I'm planning on dropping out of school and eloping with Yukine.

[Pure deadpan. Completely straight-faced. There's nothing here to give away the lie.]

[secare]

( out of all the hare-brained schemes that yukine has been a part of, this was by far one of the most ridiculous and there was absolutely no way that he could refuse joining in. most particularly because this was a plan that shouto came up with all on his own, which made it hilarious by default, and he absolutely wanted to encourage any of shouto's delinquent desires.

after all, there were so few and far in between.

so, of course, he's holding shouto's hand and softly smiling like a good fake fiance should. )

We realised we don't need school for what we want to do anyway.

oh my god

[dryeye]

[The two would find Aizawa in his classroom at some later hour during the week, peacefully minding his own business grading assignments from the summer class earlier that day. Summer afterschool hours are pretty quiet in general this time of year, since most students not in summer school opt to keep as far away from the premises as physically possible. Aizawa tends to leave the door open while he's still around after class in the summer just in case somebody has questions after the fact, but it's an invitation very rarely used.

Until today, apparently. Two students are walking in, even, although.....neither of them are actually in his summer class, which is the first red flag. Aizawa looks up and arches an eyebrow at the both of them as they approach, wondering what this could possibly be about. But before he can even get a question in edgewise, Shouto's already speaking up first and--

--Saying that??

The delivery's indeed about as deadpan as could possibly be. Yukine chimes to corroborate. There's a highly awkward two seconds of silence while Aizawa stares at the both of them as if they'd both grown second heads simultaneously.

But, at length, he. Slowly sets down his pen? Okay. This is a thing now, apparently. What is he even supposed to do with this information.]

...I see. How kind of the two of you to let someone know. [At least Aizawa can match the deadpan power of Shouto's demeanor verbally, even if the surprise hasn't entirely left his face yet.] Though as a teacher, I'm contractually obligated to tell the both of you that's an extremely bad idea. I also have to notify someone that actually has a say in this sort of thing. [Yeah, he's just gonna tiredly reach across the desk for his phone now...] The principal's probably still in his office, I'm going to need both of you to sit tight for a minute.

wildcard

[skald]

[Maybe it's another day of grading papers, one where it's a little cooler outside and Aizawa hasn't drifted off. Tuuri is waiting for a mark with a box of salmiakki and a plan to knock out that "duel with a stranger" square on her bingo card. The square doesn't say she has to win, of course, but because it's more fun if she does, she's stacking the deck. She is certain that she can eat more salty licorice than anyone born outside of Northern Europe-- which is her one advantage here, because it's not exactly her favorite flavor either.

She waits for Aizawa to happen to glance up and waves to catch his attention.] Hello! Good morning, do you have a second to help me out with something?

[dryeye]

[It sure is another day of grading papers, and he's indeed making a lot more progress on this batch than he did the last time. Not accidentally falling asleep midway does wonders for productivity, who'd have thought? He's nearly finished at this point, honestly, but an idle glance up turns into catching the eye of a stranger across the way, and soon enough she's waving and walking up.

So Aizawa straightens and sits back in his seat, setting down his pen and blinking slowly from Tuuri to the box she's carrying, idly curious.]

...Suppose I do, sure. [He's close enough to being done anyway...hopefully this isn't about to take an hour or something. But he's in a decent mood this morning, so he's more willing to try his luck here. ...Really though, the last time a random stranger asked him for help with something, it was--] It's not a video game, is it?

[skald]

What? [What an oddly specific response.] No, it's candy!

[Well, a certain definition of candy, anyway... she realizes that she's getting ahead of herself, so she holds the box out for him to see more clearly. It's covered in black and white diamonds and Finnish text, though the placement of the word 'salmiakki' makes it pretty clear that that's the name. She clears her throat, because it feels more official this way.]

I'd like to challenge you to a duel! ...to see who can eat more of these, haha.

1. and i'm. so sorry this is the first thing i've ever tagged you with.

[arahoushi]

Citizen!

[Toshi-- decked out in a cape (ok, it's his neighbor's tablecloth) and a mask (bought for 50 cents at a party store)-- slaps his hands on the table. Or just one hand, actually. The other is holding a number of papers he's gathered from the nearby ground.]

Fear not! For I have arrived! Your precious students are safe!

[Or. Y'know. Their papers are, anyway.]

never be sorry.......this is beautiful tbh

[dryeye]

[Aizawa was really getting quite a lot of mileage on his nap here, enough so that he's entirely unaware of the stranger's presence until said stranger is literally slapping the table. It's needless to say that this wakes him up with a jolt; he jerks upright, blinking blearily, an arm automatically stretching out to slap down another couple of papers trying to fly off the table.

But squinting up at the source of the noise does not.....actually clarify things any. Was he asleep? Is he still sleeping right now? Aizawa's utterly baffled stare travels from the mask to the cape to the sheaf of papers the guy's holding, and the words finally sink in after a delay.

(For some...inexplicable reason there's something just familiar enough about them for a spike of irrational irritation to cross his thoughts, there and gone. Where's he heard that sort of thing before? ....Sounds like some kind of comic book quote, maybe that's it. Whatever. Anyway--)]

I...beg your pardon? [WHAT...STUDENTS....please clarify sir]