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[reuser]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ; sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ.

[ It’s Pyrrha’s turn to run the errands while Jaune is busy at work, sweeping streets like a champion. Of street sweeping. As much as she generally likes his company, it’s nice to be able to take her leisurely time, unhampered by the somewhat frantic pulling of someone who does not understand the beauty of shopping around. For the moment, she’s decided to treat herself to lunch at the Food Shop, but guess what! The only place to sit is next to your character. All other tables, plus the footstools around the conveyor, are occupied.

So, without complication, she will sidle in, all smiles and graces. ]

Sorry, is this seat taken?

[ It’s like something out of the series premiere of a sitcom. ]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ; ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ.

[ Being a seventeen year old teacher means that, more often than not, Pyrrha goes where she’s told to go five minutes before the school day begins and spends more time attending to whatever work her colleagues dump on her— I mean, ask her to do. She hasn’t been assigned a class of her own, likely for the best, but she’s gotten good at adjusting to lesson plans five minutes before she has to lecture. For now, she’s in one of the teacher offices - not hers, but shared between herself and others - with the door open. Office hours! Come bother her; she’s only reading comic books. ]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ; ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs.

[ Technically speaking, puppy cybuddies don’t need to be walked, but Pyrrha feels remiss if she doesn’t take Teal out twice a day.

Sorry about how furiously the little robot pup is yipping at you. At least Pyrrha makes a show of corralling him, apologising all the way - ]

I’m sorry!

[ Yup. Just like that. ]

He’s usually a bit less noisy.

ᴏᴘᴇɴ; ɢʏᴍɴᴀsɪᴜᴍ.

[ Rock climbing as a sport isn’t something Pyrrha has partaken in too much in her previous life, but she’d be lying if she claimed to be disinterested in it. In a delightful technological jump from what she’s used to, the supporting ropes don’t need a second person to handle them - they trick in and out of existence, hologram projections that take on physical properties when needed to and fade away when they are no longer necessary. The harness around her hips feels a bit cloying, almost needless considering her combat and survival training, but these are the rules of this place.

To the person next to her, ]

Have you been up there yet?

[ With several stories hollowed out, half a tower, the climbing wall goes up at least forty feet. ]

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ; ᴡᴇɪss.

[ The fact that Weiss requested a study session was a pleasant surprise, and Pyrrha has done her best to make sure that the apartment is comfortable and welcoming. For example, Jaune was told to go spend some time elsewhere. However, she’s also prepared snacks – carrots, cucumber slices and cheese crackers on a platter with lemonade tucked just off to the side in case Weiss gets hungry. Teal and Jade are set in sleep mode, curled up on the couch and not a bother to anyone. The table is rather indiscriminately covered in textbooks; some bearing a similarity to lesson plans at Beacon, some alien but required Academy reading for the upper years.

When there’s a knock at the door, Pyrrha opens it with alacrity. ]

Hello!

[ Again. ]

Come on in.

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ; ᴊᴀᴜɴᴇ.

[ They’re jogging. Pyrrha is goading him.

It’s awesome. ]

Hurry up, slow poke!