daybreakacademy | Bananas for All~

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Bananas for All~

Who: Nana; open but some closed prompts might be put up as needed!
What: Various prompts for the first half of June! Including a student council election-related one.
When: Early June.
Where: Across campus.
Warnings: Probably not much, but will update.

1. THE AP-PEEL OF DEMOCRACY (open!)

[In early June, on the quad, Nana has set up one of her big campaign events: the bake sale to end all bake sales.

There is a huge booth there, and it has multiple people helping staff her campaign working it. The Banana Stand is more like a Banana Mart today. Nana's not often behind the counter; she's out mingling with the students who come by, handing over small plates with cookies and slices of banana bread and other delicious goodies. It's a social event!

She's in top form. She has her uniform on, but a sash declaring her a "PRESIDENTIAL HOPEFUL" on, and she's posing for photos and smiling. There's posters, buttons, and also a wooden cutout of a cute cartoon frog to get a picture with.]

2. PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT (open!)

[Recent nightmares (both sleeping and the ones she experienced, firsthand, at the end of May) have Nana on the razor's edge, inside. She's stepped back from feeling so wound up that she might burst, but... she found herself lacking. She'd been defeated twice now.

She can internalize a lot of that, but it needs somewhere to come out.

Today's, she's back inside the Mythril Cages. It's not hard to find her, working through a form with a wooden practice katana -- making her way through it for the sixteenth time today. She has her hair tied back, and has an intense look on her face.

A lot of her strikes are a little too hard.]

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[There's reasons to have nightmares lately...

But these are different. Nana's gotten a sort of equilibrium with her visions: they come as dreams, they're cartoon-like, and they're abstract and sudden enough to not be all that useful. But then the entirely not-abstracted, four-eyed face looking at her.

It's watching her, and she knows it. One night, it comes after a disturbing dream where her friends' rooms are stacked with coffins and no one answers when she calls. The world fades to grey, and she's alone...

...but not, with that face. Watching her.

Nana screams herself awake, throwing her blanket to the side. Face slick with sweat, heart pounding, breathing heavy. She sits up, staring into her dark room, and terrified of what face will be looking back at her.]

[ Minako has always been a light sleeper, and especially now that she has a roommate, she finds herself waking up somewhat frequently throughout the night. It isn't Nana's fault, and usually she can fall asleep right after, but the scream startles her. Minako doesn't scream, but she sits up with a start; her heart hammering in her throat. Was that a dream?

Looking over at the other bed, at Nana sitting up staring out into space, Minako realizes that no, that wasn't a dream. ]

Nana..?

[ It comes out a bit groggy, as Minako forces herself to wake up and focus. Let's try that again. ]

Hey, are you okay?

[Normally, Nana doesn't wake up screaming. She's the type who usually suffers quietly; she's woken up before, but never with a start. She just rolls over, stares at the wall, and waits until her head will let her sleep.

This isn't normal.

Having someone -- something -- watch her, when she's facing the fear of being alone, is the sort of experience to jolt her awake. Her eyes are wide and terrified when she catches Minako's. Two eyes, she tells herself. Two, not four, and it's Minako and she's not alone -- or worse, alone except for that thing.

But she's still Nana Daiba, and that means she tries to lie. It's a weak, pathetic lie; it comes out with a shaking voice, her hand covering her face, and a shake of her head that gives everything away.] I--I'm fine, just...

[No, it's a lie, and it dies on her lips.]

[ That look pushes the haze out of her head, and even before Nana manages to stumble a response out, Minako is on her feet. She could make a few guesses as to what happened. She might not be a Seer herself, but she's heard about what they're going through. The Herald. They've been seeing it more and more lately, haven't they?

That was what Nana saw, wasn't it?

Without a word, Minako crosses the room. It doesn't take much, just a few steps to close the distance between their beds; a knee raised as she pulls herself up next to Nana and pulls the taller girl into the strongest hug that she can muster. Words wouldn't suffice here—they would only give Nana more space to try to convince Minako (and herself) that she was all right. It's okay to not be all right, she wouldn't think any less of her. ]

owwwww my heart

playitagain - 2019-06-11 00:41 (UTC) - Expand

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missleading - 2019-06-14 17:42 (UTC) - Expand

closed to Minako; early morning on June 4

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I remember when we first talked this CR and said it'd hurt and HERE WE GO

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