Outer Planar High; Pilot

[Sixchan]

Alural looks down at herself, and gasps. "Oh my! You are right, how embarrasing! Imagine, almost naked!" She changes form again, this time to an elven maiden in a (still horribly revealing, though with a little more cloth) mage robe. "Do you prefer fully clothed women? That's fiiiine..." She turns to Craeleric. "And you...so smart. I love smart men. I find it so attractive..." She turns again, pretending to walk away, and deliberately bumps into Vendredi, though not enough to make either of them fall over. "Oh! Well...aren't you something." She runs her hand over his chest. "A Solar, a Zenythri, and a Gnome! A girl is so spoiled for chioce here." She sighs, and looks into his eyes. "I'm Alural...and you are?" Hey! A Solar! I don't think I've ever had a Solar before...well, there's no time like the present to start. And after, I can start on the other two as well...

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

You can see Craeleric's mouth moving, repeating what Alural said. His eyes cross, and you can practically hear the fuses popping inside. Eventually, he goes for a cold restart, and five seconds after the initial meltdown his eyes refocus. "I think," he says calmly, "that further conversation will have to wait, because in twenty seconds the bell for the first class will ring. It would not do to be late." His voice slips into quote-mode again. "Standard punishment is 'detention, whose length and content are determined by the teacher whose class the student is tardy to. Repeat offenses will result in being reported to the Dean of Students for possible further disciplinary action, and a message will be sent to the parents of the offending students.' Student Handbook, Section one, subsection-" RIIIIIINNNG "-damn."

 

[Robbert Raets]

So, Dewey and Alural are expected by Dr. Bernard Nosferatu for an hour of Histories, while Craeleric and Vandredi are to report with Coach Ferru.

 

[Kalanyr]

Vandredi hearing the bell is somewhat snapped out of his trance

"I'm Vandredi, may I get your name fair creature? I'm afraid I have to fly or I'm gonna get in to SOO much trouble, Dad would seriously not like that. Would you like to meet somewhere after class ?"

Vandredi hangs around till either Alural gives him, her name and a response or until a minute or so has passed in which case he looks regretful as he takes to the air flying down the corridor weaving around obstacles as he rushes of to the gym to meet the Coach.

 

[Sixchan]

Wow! That was easy! He didn't even notice me giving him my name. She turns to leave for her class, but looks over her shoulder and shouts "I'm Alural! Catch you later, handsome!"

 

[The Goblin King]

The words late and detention snap Dewey awake. He hastily moves to his class. Dewey shouts over his shoulder, "Nice meeting you all. Good day."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Craeleric bows from the neck. "Alural. Dewey." Having made his perfunctory good byes, he turns to stride quickly after Vandredi.

 

[Robbert Raets]

You speed of on your respective ways. It dawns on you, that the building is much larger than you had guessed. Corridors seem to bend in ever-so-strange ways, and the number of signs pointing to the different parts of the school is dazzling, even if you only count the ones written in languages you understand....

Alural and Dewey arrive in room 48B, where they notice two things;
1. The variety in colors and body shapes is amazing;
which explains 2. The students' benches are made of solid marble.

Nearly all the seats are taken, the only two places where you could sit is behind a large, minotauresque creature.

 

[Robbert Raets]

Craeleric and Vandredi change into their newly issued 'sport' outfits and go outside. There, you discover that the orange shirt-and-short combo not only clashes with your skin colors, but also with the grass. Coach Ferru, a strong humanoid figure in plate armor is dividing a large assembly of fiends, primes and assorted beings into smaller groups. You are assigned to the last group, consisting of a putrid human male, a smooth-skinned copper-red Slaad, a grim female, a four-foot beetle and an Orc with bright-red hair.

 

[Sixchan]

Alural sits down at one of the seats, crosses her legs towards the seat beside her, and pats it, inviting Dewey over with a lick of her lips and a seductive wink.