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[b]Username:[/b] LissaJade [b]User ID[/b]: 415269 [b]Dragon Name[/b]: Edgar [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62427642][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/624277/62427642_350.png[/img][/url] Edgar shuffled along in the line heading toward the intake table, trying to figure out a discreet way to get himself out of this mess he had inadvertently stumbled into. He hadn't decided on anything yet when he got to the table, so he nervously started filling out the paperwork. "Division of Dragon Labor and Experimentation" sounded far too risky, so he hastily checked "Paperwork Processing Bureau," then reluctantly took the employee handbook, ID card and hard hat that were handed to him.

Oh nice, I love CYOAs!! (Just a quick note, I'm in Lightning. I'm pretty sure I read I'm allowed to play but I won't be entered for the raffle. If I read it wrong and I'm not allowed to play please ping me!) [b]Username:[/b] Autumnus [b]User ID:[/b] 315091 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Storm [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/42307530][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/423076/42307530_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Day one:[/b] Storm sighed as he coiled into a squeaky chair, he hated those chairs and he thought he had seen the last of them when he gratuated. He cursed Cobalt under his breath for making him attend this course, why did he have to undergo some internship when he already had a perfectly good job? Thoughts of a millon different places he'd rather be right now filled his head as the conference began. As the Guardian at the front began her introduction, Storm tried his hardest not to listen to her. Unfortunately he caught bits of her speech, something about a choice between two departments? He didn't think that was likely. Unfolding the scrap of printer paper he had been given before he left, he scanned the page. The first thing he noticed was a small drawing of a coatl with two thumbs up and a wide grin [i]sweet Stormcatcher I hate that drawing he does[/i] Storm thought as he read the rest of the paper: [i]Storm, I have applied for you to to undergo an internship at Lightning Flight Corporations. I understand that you probably won't be enthusiastic about this wonderful opportunity, but I'm giving you no other choice as I have recieved several complaints from your coworkers about your sarcasm and inability to work as a team. I believe sending you on this course might help with that. I've signed you up for the internship in the Division of Dragon Labor and Experimentation as I can't imagine you'd enjoy filing paperwork during your internship Have fun! Cobalt [/i] Storm wanted to tear that paper to shreads, but reluctantly he moved to [b]Sign Up For The Division of Dragon Labor and Experimentation[/b] (Its almost midnight where I am so I'll edit this in the morning)

[b]Username:[/b] SeaDuchess [b]User ID:[/b] 391017 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Thomas [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56084074][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/560841/56084074_350.png[/img][/url] Thomas is a naval engineer; he is responsible for the refined projects of Baysmouth's Shipyard. He has designed several liner ships and fancy interiors for them... But he decided to escape the shipyard during this year's festival to get some experience on other areas. ----------- [b]Day One[/b] Thomas stares down at the table with the assignment papers. "Well... I had some experience back on the dry-docks but... I'm not a heavy worker... Not at all." He picks a fancy ink pen from his pocket. "Office work will do I guess." He signs up for the [b]Paperwork Processing Bureau[/b] with his impeccable calligraphy.

Heck yea CYOA!Thanks for hosting this. [b]Username:[/b] TricksySixx [b]User ID:[/b]502734 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Orrist [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/38327609][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/383277/38327609_350.png[/img][/url] - [b]Day One[/b]: Orrist did not hesitate for a single second, the moment she heard the word 'experiment' she knew exactly where she was going. After ticking off the [b]The Division of Dragon Labor and Experimentation[/b] box at the table, she proceeded to snatch both her new employee ID and hard hat with alarming speed. While examining her card she hummed a tune to herself, "[i]Experiments!~Experiments!~Oh, I do so love experiments!~ Especially when there's needles involved!~[/i]", to the discomfort of many dragons near to her.

[b]Username:[/b] Sidegrinder [b]User ID:[/b] 49416 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Waylon [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59246065][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/592461/59246065_350.png[/img][/url][/center] This is Waylon, an entry-level (but promising) software engineer who's trying to branch out and embrace new opportunities in his life. He's something of a homebody, anxious but friendly, and keeps himself caffeinated to function during the daytime hours. When he has the time for it, Waylon will find a comfortable spot and boot up a game from his ever-growing collection. Currently, he is [s]addicted to[/s] very enthusiastic about [i]Familiar Crossing: Fresh Horizons[/i] and [i]DOOM Aeviternal[/i]. ----- [center][u][b]Day 1: The Conference[/b][/u] ~*~.~° [emoji=lightning rune size=1] °~.~*~[/center] [i]Carefully unsticking himself from his seat, Waylon stretches his aching back before following the crowd out through the main doors. He shuffles off to the back of the massive line and tries not to stare too much at the sign-up table, indecisive and fidgety from it. Neither area is quite what he had been hoping for, but he would not waste this trip by turning his nose up at this rare opportunity. Besides, maybe he could qualify for a more suitable internship later on if he does well enough? 'But what to choose...' Waylon mulls over and over and over the potential pros and cons of each division, and nearly flinches when he zones back in and sees that he has finally reached one of the employees. He finds his voice though, and confirms his tenuous decision to join the [b]Paperwork Processing Bureau[/b]. Waylon wasn't the best when it came to keeping on top of paperwork, so perhaps this will get him ready for the communications and coordination he'll be engaged in? Still, he can't help but wonder a little enviously at what the Division of Dragon Labor and Experimentation could teach him... At least this will look good on his resume.[/i]

[b]Username:[/b] Timiculous [b]User ID:[/b] 116081 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Lyriel [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/47956045][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/479561/47956045_350.png[/img][/url] [i]Lyriel's egg was found during the Night of the Nocturne, and adopted by Remiel and Anka. Their adopted daughter resembles her tundra mother to a startling degree, leading some to wonder where she was snatched from, since Anka herself was a foundling. As part of her training as the True Heir of Nethyliir, she has been charged with Prince Abraxas' welfare, which mostly involves steering him away from monster and Beastclan dens, in his aimless search for desert wildlife to consume.[/i] --- [DAY 1] Lyriel huffed impatiently as she settled into the scratchy, squeaky chair in the large conference room. Looking around her at all of the young interns in their starched labcoats, goggles glinting proudly on foreheads, clipboards clutched anxiously, the young wildclaw felt woefully out of place. Wings folded across her back, she tried not to fidget with the straps of her armour while the hall filled up. [i]"It's a good opportunity to learn about what we do here,"[/i] her mother had said, [i]"and haven't you been saying that you deserve a break from playing escort to Abraxas? You'll have a whole week off!"[/i] Lyriel snorted to herself at the memory: being dragged around the Shifting Expanse by that half-wit mirror was starting to look downright [i]appealing[/i]. But it was too late for that now, as a blue-scaled guardian took the stage and the murmur of the crowd died down. The young warrior leaned forward to listen, her expression initially indifferent, sliding towards concerned and finally settling on discomforted by the end. The blue and brown wildclaw remained in her seat as her fellow trainees began filing out of the back of the room, no doubt eager to sign themselves up for Eleven-knew-what sort of unspeakable torments her superiors had designed. Another snort and a headshake, and the warrior extricated herself from the bedeviling plastic chair - nothing for it, she thought, but to get it over with. Making her way out of the conference room, she noted two banners hanging from the rafters, proclaiming the engineers and interns as belonging to "Section A" and "Section B". Lyriel rolled her eyes and snorted again - paperwork sounded dreadfully boring, but experimentation sounded unpleasant. In the end, she strode towards the group of bespectacled and near-sighted group under the A banner, and tried not to roll her eyes as she asked, "Is this where I sign up for [b]the Paperwork Processing Bureau[/b]?" ... And a slew of forms (in triplicate!) later, Lyriel stood examining her handbook's impossibly tiny script, hardhat firmly in place. As if such protective gear was necessary for filing reports. And yet, a number of both the engineers and the applicants looked downright nervous about the prospect of heading to the Records Rooms. Eh, it was probably just her imagination.

[center][b]Day 1[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2891519/6#post_44155776]>>[/url] (Ooh, excited! :D) [b]Username:[/b] @Saraceaser [b]User ID:[/b] #251571 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Strife [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57446262][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/574463/57446262_350.png[/img][/url] Strife is one of the newer members of Clan Paladin, and is a hopeful trainee for working in the management side of the Clan. A bit of a nervous wreck and a lot shy, and pretty clumsy to boot, he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm and his pretty positive outlook. He was signed up for the program by the heads of the management of the Clan as it would be good work experience for him; he's nervous but hopefully he could prove himself by doing well! ------------ Strife carefully made his way through the auditorium, apologizing many times when his wings and tail caused a few others to trip or he tripped over someone else. By the time he got into a seat he was already a nervous mess, carefully curling his tail and tucking his wings close as the Guardian got up onto the stage. He tried to listen as best he could, but oh, it was difficult, as he tried to keep from fidgeting too much, wincing each time the seat made even the smallest of squeaks, and worried about the whole thing in general. He got signed up as it was 'good work experience' according to Gigi, Raah, and others back home, but was it really a good idea? He snapped out of his thoughts when Natalia dismissed the crowd, and awkwardly got back and all but tottled back out of the auditorium, feeling more than a little awkward in his skin. Making his way to the table, he carefully balanced on his tail and left foot and picked up a pen with his right foot - he was more than used to writing this way by this point, doing it all the time at home - and went through the form. He hesitated on the checkboxes, but ultimately[b] checked off 'Paperwork Processing Bureau'[/b]. As interesting as 'Dragon Labor and Experimentation' sounded, he was much more comfortable with Paperwork, as that's what he was used to anyways. Maybe things really well turn out well...? Well, a Banescale could hope, anyways.

Oooh, I've always liked these! [b]Username:[/b] Beatoriche [b]User ID:[/b] 89669 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Ixion [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/17209253][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/172093/17209253_350.png[/img][/url][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/19057.png[/img][/center] [i]Every clan needs a Mad Scientist, right? Ixion knew that was his calling in life as soon as he dragged the still-sparking remnants of his own egg against a recently-hatched arcane one, and was delighted by the colourful smoke and his own mildly scorched crest that resulted from the explosion. Nothing will deter him from SCIENCE--not when crossbreeding several rare plants resulted in a specimen developing a particularly peculiar defense mechanism and bursting, staining large parts of him a permanent vivid blue; not the heavy reactor he always carries with him so he has a never-ending supply of electricity to work with; not the Gloomwillow Guide that was attracted to the noise of his experiments and tried to lead him to a no doubt unenviable fate--yet instead ended up so fascinated by his work that she decided she'd rather hang around. As Ixion found her to be surprisingly intelligent, he named her 'Zap', while his always practical Goblin familiar was dubbed 'Bolt'. Hey, he's a Mad Scientist, not a poet... Together, the trio does SCIENCE.[/i] ----- [b]Day One[/b] Bolt looked curiously at the stage as the Guardian spoke. The Goblin preferred when it was just the three of them doing SCIENCE, but Ixion had insisted that this conference would be an incredible opportunity to gain new knowledge--especially considering the fact that he spent almost all his time in the Ashfall Waste. Speaking of the little Fae... Bolt tried to glance up at Ixion, where he was perched on his shoulders; his reactor would immediately damage the seat, the dragon had said, and he'd insisted his familiar seat himself in his place. It had gotten them more than a few odd looks already: Bolt in the seat; Ixion, with all his 'highly necessary' equipment he carried everywhere balancing precariously above him; and Zap circling the dragon's head in a relaxed manner, occasionally pausing to rest on his shoulder. She fell straight on Bolt's lap, letting out an indignant trill of protest, as the word 'experimentation' left the Guardian's mouth and Ixion shot straight up off his familiar's shoulders. He didn't really hear anything beyond that single word, really; he flew out the conference room before Natalia had even finished her speech, Zap zipping close behind him, while Bolt trotted behind on four feet--the remark about 'unattended familiars' still fresh in the back of his mind. Ixion almost collided with the intake table, the [i]thud[/i] as Bolt smacked into his back due to the abrupt halt doing nothing to temper his enthusiasm. "Yes, yes, I'm here, yes, for the experiments!"