["No, no, this won't do at all. We'll need you to change costumes. Get to it!"

The staff member had skittered off without another word.

Well, here he is now. Yu looks a bit confused, because the costume he's wearing does look like it's fit for a fantasy movie. A high-collared, long-sleeved top, which buttons in the back, a waistcoat, a full cloak…what's so bad about that? After a beat, he decides he's better off just not bothering with all of this, so he goes to undo the buttons on the back of the shirt and—he can't reach. Of course he can't reach.

He'll try to wave down someone passing by.]

Think you can help me with this?

[There's just a whole lot of tiny freaking buttons. Why.]

[… … …

Oh. Okay. So this is why the costume was "all wrong."

"This" meaning the new outfit: a gladiator costume, though Yu wastes little time in taking the helmet off, because it's honestly just too clunky to deal with. He doesn't quite get how it falls into the more 'medieval fantasy' style the setting calls for ("we have to show off your assets!" they had said…), but…okay, whatever.

In any case, he takes some time to explore the set, at which time contact with the lieberries, snuggleblossoms, or therapango is not out of the question—or finding someone else afflicted with them.

But, if you're looking for a little more action, he's later given a little more direction: confront whatever passing intrepid heroes he happens to find. So: he'll stand directly in the path of any intrepid heroes-to-be that he comes across.]

Hey. [??? Is that the kind of thing a gladiator would say? He absolutely doesn't seem to care.] I think we're supposed to fight.

[No they're not. But the script doesn't exactly offer a lot of details, so why not.]

[Yu wouldn't really call himself jazzed to be here, but with his already-mid savings in jeopardy, he doesn't exactly have a wealth of options. Besides. It can't be that bad.

(Right?)

We cut to the scene at hand: a classroom with desks perfectly lined up. Everything put away neatly. Whomever happens to enter this particular set has been dressed in the role of a teacher…well, ostensibly; it could be the extremely typical stereotype of a tweed coat with patches and dorky glasses. It could be a ho version with a top that's too low-cut or a hemline that's too short. Either way, you're here, and you're clearly meant to be teaching…something? Except, well.

It must be after school hours, because the room is empty. Oh—almost empty, rather. Someone sits on (yeah. on.) one of the desks in the front row, dressed in a school uniform, complete with twin braids, glasses, and a rather serious expression. Arms folded over chest, legs crossed at the thigh, Yu looks like he's been waiting.]

I'm here for my extra-credit assignment.

[Utterly deadpan; his expression is unflinching.]

[any of these prompts could go either spicy or just stupid, and i'm open to either option; please let me know what you prefer!! i'm also open to any other scenarios or random prompts you wanna throw my way. yu is currently 19 in game; i'm open to any age/gender but also down for gen cr if you want! feel free to pm or to contact me on plurk posolutely if you want to talk through a different scenario!]