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Drip. Drip. Drip. loving rain. It's been coming in heavy bands all day -- moments of clear separated by moments of deceptive calm. This storm, at one point, was a hurricane that wrecked a lot of poo poo in the Caribbean and the Florida coastline. You heard about it on the news. Now, though, it's not even a tropical storm -- just a lot of rain, a bit of wind. A "depression." Hellmouth Island: The place storms and dreams go to die.The schoolboard really should find the money somewhere to fix the roof before there's an actual hurricane, judging from the steady drip that comes down from the ceiling of your homeroom class, landing in a rusted old bucket someone dragged out of a closet to prevent a puddle from forming. It's already 2/3s of the way full. Ms. Spooler doesn't seem to care much about that. Or much about anything before the bell rings. She sits behind her desk at the front of the room, staring at her computer screen, deaf and blind to anything else going on in the room short of one of you screaming at the top of your lungs or trying to kill one another. Dakota swears she got a look at the computer screen once or twice, from her superior vantage point up in the corner of the room -- Ms. Spooler spends a probably-unhealthy amount of time posting on r/relationships. She's young -- early to mid 20s -- and from out of town. Petite, almost pretty, but with an unapproachable, lifeless quality to her eyes some of the time. Rumor has it that this was the only full time teaching job she could find, and that the salary barely makes a dent in the mountain of student loans she needed to become a teacher in the first place. She can be a good teacher, sometimes, when she can bring herself to give a poo poo. Before she is technically being paid to, however, is definitely not one of those times. Her classroom is largely spartan. A poster up on the cinderblock wall sternly warns against the use of drugs or alcohol. It's faded enough that it was probably hanging there long before Ms. Spooler came to work at the school. A clock high on the wall, exactly five minutes, thirty eight seconds slow. A picture on her desk, showing some guy you don't know. The blackboard behind her (what, you think this schoolboard can afford whiteboards?) is empty save for a whiteish smear of chalk where someone has erased its contents somewhat half-assedly. All in all, it presents a rather bleak vista, with little to look but one another, and little to do but talk among yourself in the long minutes before the bell goes off. Andrew Why are you late? Anne Larry broke a promise to you recently -- what happened there, and how are you going to fix it? Riley poo poo, is that Debora? It is, too! Just kind of... sitting at the back of the room, looking at nothing in particular. Weird. Do you talk to her or anything? Spencer Are you okay after what happened yesterday? Sunny Disaster struck on your way to school. Why is today the worst day ever? Gazetteer fucked around with this message at 21:23 on Aug 15, 2016 |
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 Hot: -1 | Cold: 0 | Volatile: 1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 0/5 | Conditions: none | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom Some days you just feel like you get never really dry all the way. It's one thing to just be soaked but this damp, clammy bullshit is something else. And of course it finds it's way into the classroom. Why should this place be any better than anywhere else in town, right? Blech. And of course, when it rains... Deborah's back. gently caress. I mean... probably good actually, now that I think about it. I just don't wanna deal with that. But of course she's set up in the back, which leaves me with the alternative of sitting near Lisa and Ryan. Pass and super-pass. Fine. Guess I can just plop down next to her, see if she's still loopy or if she wants to start any poo poo and if she doesn't even better, right? So I sit down next to her and give her a token glance of acknowledgement. "Sup Deb." Yeah, just act as if nothing happened, just a bit of disdain in my voice. "What's the matter? Did you get demoted to slum it in the back in your absence?" my mouth adds before I can think better of it. Whatever. Not like I feel bad for her anyway and I might as well make sure she knows it, right? quote:
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 Hot: 2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 0/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: none I hate everything. I hate mornings, I hate school, I hate Hellmouth, I hate shoddy products made in china but I especially hate the loving rain! The only thing that isn't completely terrible about today is that when my Umbrella broke right as I walked under a clogged rain gutter that decided to overflow at that exact moment, I was able to curl up around my camera in time to make sure it didn't get any water in it. Which is something I really wish I could say about anything else on me. Me: Soaked. Backpack: Soaked. Homework: Soaked. Clothing: Soaked. Bright yellow rainboots I was wearing for the first time: Soaked, and also muddy. I'm practically splashing with every step I take down the hall into the classroom. Oh, and I spilled my coffee when the water dumped on me. This day is the absolute worst day ev-Hey, there's a seat open next to Riley! My moon brightens very slightly, and I slosh my way over to the seat next to her, the one between her and Ryan. I give him a depressed, waterlogged look as I sit down, and turn to look at the one person who makes this place worthwhile. "Hi Riley." My voice sounds a bit breathy, not at all matching my appearance, or general mood. "How's your morning?" I think I managed a smile through all that water. My clothes are, as I've said, drenched, but maybe if I'm lucky they're sticking to me in a way that looks attractive, and not miserable. But when have I ever had any luck? <godfish> turn on Riley (true love, entrenched) <godfish> !r 2d6+4 <Krysmbot> godfish, 2+4 = 6 <godfish> pfffffffffffffffffffffff <godfish> pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff Mortal posted:
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 Hot: 2 Cold: -1 Volatile: -1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 1/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Class Oh Larry. It was something so simple, just letting me borrow some notes, and you forgot. Now I would have just shrugged it off, this once, since he's such a busy guy, but he had to say those magical words. 'I promise'. So now it's personal. But before I can revenge myself, I have to decide where I'm going to sit. Hmm... as tempting as the back looks, Sunny and Riley look so much more fun. Sunny is fresh and new which is always exciting, and I've caught Riley's eye wandering my way quite a bit lately. So yes, I think they'll be excellent neighbors. I slide into the seat in front of Sunny, such a lovely name, and give both her and Riley a good morning while I settle in, but leaving them to their conversation otherwise. Plenty of time to chat after I figure out how to deal with Larry. Not really traditionally popular, but made his own by being in so many extracurriculars. All of the 'nerdy' ones though. Hmm... I wonder if he has his eye on someone? That could work. Oh yes, I think that will do nicely. I let myself sink into the Heartlands, just a tiny bit, just enough to see people's connections. I say connections, but I suppose their feelings would be a closer fit, but it's not in the way most people think of feelings. This is seeing their personality and seeing who and what it reaches out to. Larry's is a nice yellow, with just a hint of black in it. How appropriate for such a busy little bee. Now let's follow these threads and see if they lead to a special someone. (10:21:56 PM) ShootaBoy: Gaze About Larry (10:21:56 PM) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6+1 (10:21:57 PM) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 7+1 = 8 Lucid and detailed visions, but I gain Drained. Marking XP for Dark. Anne Jean Walton posted:
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Aug 15, 2016 14:05
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 0 | Volatile: 1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 0/5 | Conditions: none | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom Speaking of wet, holy cow, Sunny is drenched. And she sounds kinda out of breath, guess she was probably running through the rain. Rookie mistake. Once you're this wet you might as well roll with it. "Sup Sherman. Better than you, from the looks of it." I answer her question and it's only kind of a joke. She really does look kinda miserable, even if she's trying to smile through it. She's got that kinda air about her. Like a puppy that someone just fished out of the water. "Next time you go for a swim you should probably not take all your stuff with you." I joke. nudging her with my elbow before momentarily getting distracted by Anne strolling in. I mumble a "Hey." in response to her before her attention seems to already be drifting to who knows where. I'm not even sure that's rude or if she's just a little day-dreamy sometimes. "Hey, just kidding." my attention snaps back to Sherman after my eyes hang on the back of Anne's head for a couple of awkward seconds.
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Aug 15, 2016 20:11
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Anne You can see subtle shifts in the buzzing, bee-like aura around Larry, reflecting his thoughts and emotional state. The lying little poo poo's feeling pretty good about himself; you can tell. He didn't lose a second of sleep over what he did to you. But you can see a nervous little thread coming right from his heart, faint to look at, but powerful to touch -- feeling's he's trying very hard to hide. It snakes away from him, past you, toward the very back of the classroom. Sometimes looking into someone's soul like this can be strange, confusing, even terrifying. But with Larry on this day, with these feelings, it's all very innocent and pure. Well, relatively speaking. You easily follow the thread to its destination -- Riley. Riley & Sunny Deborah blinks slowly at your words, expression a little confused. By the time she gives Riley a real answer, Sunny has already sat down and taken up Riley's attention. So, Deborah's voice comes from over Riley's shoulder; much dreamier, and significantly less strident than Riley remembers it, but somehow still with an air of having to explain something that she should already know: "This corner of the room is closer to the sea," she says, simply. She tilts her head, frowning slightly at you. It's hard not to notice that her long, blonde hair -- once almost obsessively styled and taken care of -- is now dull, slightly tangled, and distinctly neglected. "Can't you hear it?" She doesn't even seem to be looking at Sunny. "That's not the sea," cuts in Joey. Joey is wiry, long-haired, and has a truly tragic tendency to dress in shirts featuring elaborately painted pictures of wolves. He reaches over and gives Sunny's wet face a condescending poke, smirking a little. "All that water's just Sunny. I guess they don't have umbrella's in Canada, huh?" His words are greeted by general snickering, the kids around you barely bothering to muffle the sound with their hands. Evidently, there is still some confusion as to which Vancouver it was Sunny came from. "We get some rain here. You might have noticed." Ms. Spooler -- who is currently wearing earbuds -- barely glances up. Sunny gets the "Clueless Canadian" condition. Spencer Well, normally neither of them pay you much attention. "Well, you like loving poo poo," Lisa mutters to you after you sit down. She's sitting with one booted foot braced against her desk, chair tipping back precariously. She's sparing you a glance over the top of the battered little John Green paperback she's reading; the cover is the same shade of blue as the plastic tips of her eyebrow piercing. Her face holds a dim, passing interest, like she might forget you exist again if she gets distracted. She greets the titter of laughter at Sunny's expense with little more than a brief eye roll, broadcasting her disdain for this class and everyone in it. "Who died?" There's a level of irony in the question that tells you she doesn't actually expect you to tell her about a death in the family.
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Aug 15, 2016 21:30
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 Hot: 2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Clueless Canadian My eyes flicker towards Anne to give her a quick "hey" of my own before I look back at Riley. Her joke manages another weak smile out of me, it's nice that someone here can find some humor in my situation. "I'll remember that next time I decided to go swimming under a poorly built awning." I would have said more, but Deborah is saying something, and it's weird enough that I end up quiet trying to figure out what the heck she's talking about "Hey!" I jump, trying to swat at Joey's hand as he pokes my face. What the hell!? And now a bunch of the class is laughing at me, I'm so glad that people here can find some humor in my situation. Ugh, poo poo, they're making me look stupid in front of Riley! What should I do? After a quick moment of indecision, I decide completely ignoring their taunting will make me look like the bigger person here, Riley'll pick up on that. I'm too good to listen to their stupid insults. I turn away from Joey, looking back determinedly at Riley and Deborah, and talk a bit louder. "Aren't we a bit too far from the ocean to hear anything Deborah?" I give Riley a curious look, asking if she has any idea what Deb is on about. <godfish> I believe in you sunny <godfish> shut down joey (+1 for true love) <godfish> !r 2d6 <Krysmbot> godfish, 7 = 7 condition swap, giving Joey the condition Ignored exp for cold
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Sunny Joey looks at you expectantly, becoming visibly disappointed as you fail to raise to his bait. "Can't even take a joke, huh?" he says, looking around with a slightly hopeful expression, until he notices his audience barely taking note and quickly losing interest. Disgruntled, he simply slumps back down into his chair. Sunny gets the "Can't Take a Joke" condition. Deborah pays attention to you for the first time. "Well, of course you can't," she says. "You're not even from here. I didn't understand it at first either -- Pastor Greene had to explain." She has something in her hand -- an old pen -- and she seems to be carefully gouging something into the surface of her desk. It's too early to see what it is.
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 0 | Volatile: 1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 0/5 | Conditions: none | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom I roll my eyes at the exchange between Joey and Sunny, but Deb piping up is much more curious. And a little bit unsettling, I'll admit. I thought she was out of it but this is pretty bad. Partially cause it's my fault but also because I realize she's not just crazy. gently caress, did she somehow tap into the same thing as me? Mentioning Pastor Greene makes me breathe a slight sigh of relief cause I don't think that guy knows what he's talking about. She just got a whiff of the real thing and went bonkers. Wow, that's not freaky or anything. Or maybe she's just weak. Yeah, that makes way more sense. She can't handle it. "Yeah Sherman, don't you know that Pastor Greene's got all the answers?" I inform her sarcastically. "Gotta be on top of all the crazies in town so you can keep them straight. Hey Deb, you sure you're not just jealous of Sherman for getting baptized in the rain?" SuddenC Time to shut down Deb SuddenC !roll 2d6 Krysmbot SuddenC, 7 = 7 Exchanging conditions, giving Deb "Jealous"
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Hot: 2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Clueless Canadian, Can't Take a Joke I roll my eyes. Great, more dumb small town bigotry and superstition. "Silly me, thinking it might possibly be about something normal. You should switch into Mr. Baumman's class Deb, he's all about that sort of thing, only people from HAL-mith could possibly understand things." Glad to see I was right about Riley not being like the others, as she immediately starts making fun of it, just like it deserves. I'm grinning pretty broadly by the time she's done. "Oh! I can hear it, I can hear it! The holy water filling my ears is letting me hear the voice of the ocean ooooooh~" I try to roll my eyes up like I'm going in a trance, but it's not as easy as I thought it'd be. I stop after a couple seconds and smirk at Riley, offering her a hand for a high five.
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Hot: 2 Cold: -1 Volatile: -1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 1/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Class Whew. That was a bit more tiring than usual. Probably from the weather, rain is one thing and this is a bit past that. But this is something I never expected. The busy bee likes the ocean blue, who would have thought? This changes my plans a bit, Riley has such good taste, it just wouldn't do to set her up with someone like Larry, even for a minute. Oh well, I'm sure I can think of something even better. Oh. Oh. Yes, I think that will do nicely. Some days I almost shock myself with my cleverness. Paper, pen, and a minute of my time and I've got a note written up for the busy little bee. Oh yes, this will work just fine. note to Larry posted:I know who you like~ I can help you out, if you want. She likes funny guys, try making a joke about that time she smelled like fish, she always talks about how funny that was after it was over. A few quick folds and the note is passed off through the rows. This will be fun to watch. (11:23:59 PM) ShootaBoy: Manipulate Larry (11:23:59 PM) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6+2 (11:24:00 PM) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 5+2 = 7 Dang. I was hoping for a 10.
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XP: 1/5 | Conditions: None | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom "I..." I know it's a figure of speech, just a bad choice of words, but Lisa's way closer to the truth than I'd like. What do I say to her? I'm about ready to just mumble something and hope she gets distracted when I overhear the phrase "Pastor Greene." Why -- what -- oh, no, oh no no no -- No. None of them really know anything, and the best thing I can do is try to smile through it and act like I'm okay. Maybe that'll work better than just blowing Lisa off, anyway. "Just a bad morning," I say, trying to work up a little smile and look... harmless? Endearing? Sympathetic, maybe? I think "harmless" is probably the best I can do, but it's worth a shot. "Happens to everybody, right? Turn On Lisa: 2d6-1 7 Marking XP for Hot, also being frankly OOCly amazed that roll kind of succeeded
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Andrew & Spencer Lisa lowers the book marginally, and Spencer can see her expression soften a notch, although she doesn't actually smile. Seeing Lisa smile would probably be more alarming than anything. "Yeah, I know how that is," she says. Hesitating a moment, suddenly a little awkward, before asking: "You... want to hang out some time? Like... after school?" She spares Andrew a sidelong glance as he sits down in the chair in front of her, but doesn't say hi, looking quickly back to Spencer. "You know, maybe drink, take some illegal drugs and have underage sex." The last part is delivered with enough irony that you're both reasonably certain that it's not a serious part of the offer, and conspicuously only once she's noticed Andrew entering earshot. Lisa is offering to spend time with Spencer, something she thinks he might want, since he looks lonely all the time but suddenly in a cute way. Anne You watch Larry read the note, frowning a little, his aura warring between sudden optimism and intense concern. He glances briefly back at Riley, then away again as if terrified she'll notice, before he scribbles something madly on the piece of paper. A moment or two later, the note returns to you: Anne's Note posted:I know who you like~ I can help you out, if you want. She likes funny guys, try making a joke about that time she smelled like fish, she always talks about how funny that was after it was over. Larry will do it, but he needs a little reassurance that you're sincere. He's the trusting sort, though, so you should be able to get around that with some clever wording. Riley & Sunny Deborah looks at Riley with mild surprise, then something remarkably like... disappointment. "There's nothing special about rainwater," she says, flatly. "I thought you would know that." Riley gets the "I Thought You Were Cool" condition. She only rolls her eyes at Sunny, before going back to gouging at her desk. It's... an eye? Weird. Gazetteer fucked around with this message at 18:12 on Aug 17, 2016 |
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Hot: 2 Cold: -1 Volatile: -1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 1/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Class He takes the bait, just lie I knew he would. Now how do I seal the deal here? Hmm. It shouldn't take much, just one last little push. I flip the note to the other side and prepare to set justice in motion. Anne's Note posted:Time has a way of making you see the funny parts of anything. And trust me here, it will work. I promise you that you'll have her undivided attention~ Just remember, fortune favors the bold. And away the note goes, a little ship on the waves of foolishly placed trust. Hopefully he'll learn a lesson from this. 'Don't break a promise' or maybe 'don't trust someone who you just broke a promise to'. But sadly, he probably won't learn a thing, judging by how quickly and easily he forgot a promise. Oh well, not my problem~
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 0 | Volatile: 1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 0/5 | Conditions: I Thought You Were Cool | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom Well gently caress me, not only is she not completely pulling stuff out of her rear end, she knows that I know. That's probably not good. I still high-five Sherman cause, hey, she's joining in on doing a bit and you gotta respect that, but it's kinda half-hearted and doesn't feel quite as victorious as it should. "Whatever." I scoff at Deb before turning back to Sunny. "People here are... weird about the ocean." I inform her. It's one thing to mock Deb but it does make me feel like bit of a hypocrite. Plus I'm not sure I want to piss off the briny depth. "What with the fishing having been such a big deal for so long."
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I belatedly realise that I completely missed Andrew's Gaze Into the Abyss roll Andrew Mr. Gerstein. Or, perhaps you should you say, Deputy Gerstein, of the Hellmouth Sheriff's department. You're struck with a sudden, intense image of yourself sitting across a diner table from him, a grave expression crossing his weathered face. "Thank you for letting me know, son." he's saying. "We knew something was wrong, but... well, there was nothing we could do if she wouldn't talk to us. We can get to the bottom of this problem now; we're her parents, and we know what's best for her, after all." Wow, that was weird. Wait, is that Lisa talking now? To Spencer? About... illegal drugs and underage sex?? Anne Larry turns around in his seat and grins at you, looking like a five year old who you've just shown a dupe trick in his favourite videogame. He seems to hesitate a moment, before getting up from his seat, and crossing toward the back of the classroom. On the way past, he actually literally flashes you a covert thumbs up, before stopping in front of Riley's desk. He stands around awkwardly for a moment, waiting for a gap in Riley's conversation. This should be good. Riley "The beach, huh?" a voice cuts in. Larry. gently caress. How long has he been standing there? And why is he grinning like an idiot? "Let's hope you don't have a repeat of last time, eh, Eau de Pusson?" His French accent as he delivers the nickname is infuriatingly good. His eyes flick over to Sunny. Sunny Yahoo Answers posted:October 12, 2006 Wait, some guy is talking to Riley, and now to you? Something about Riley and the beach and her being called 'Eau de Pusson'? "Oh, that's right, you weren't around when that happened, were you?" He looks over at Riley conspiratorily, as if calling her this and offering to explain an extremely embarrassing episode that everyone had mostly forgotten to the new girl she was talking to would be something she'd think was the funniest poo poo ever. "Want to hear about it?"
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Aug 19, 2016 01:59
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Hot: 2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Clueless Canadian Yesss, she's got the hair! Okay, can safely ignore that first suggestion, as tempting as it is. Two and four are getting me a bit anxious, but three and four both sound kind of reasonable... I don't really want to have to take it slow though, this sucks! But the take away from these is that she's probably gay -blue hair!- and I should try to fish for information and drop hints, and make sure she's open to the idea of dating girls before I really make a move. Thanks internet! "Huh, what?" I look up at whatshisname, Larry, I think, a bit puzzled. "when what happened?" Something about Riley? Oh, I gotta know this, maybe it'll help. "Sure, lay it on me!" From the way he's looking, it's some kind of amusing story involving the two of them? Eau de Pusson, that's.... Smell of, something, right? Smell of cat? That can't be right... Removing Can't take a joke from the gaze curing.
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Sunny Larry continues to smile at you, looking weirdly grateful. Like he was hoping you'd say that. "Well, a while ago," he starts, "before you moved here, a bunch of us were down at the beach. And Riley was talking about how she could like, draw power from the water or something? I didn't really get it, it was all pretty new age, but, you know, it was kind of interesting! So she goes to show everyone, and then, bam! Out of nowhere, she started to stink. Really, really badly. Like... day old dumpster of rotting seafood bad. I'm not really sure what caused that. Maybe something she ate? Anyway, because of that, people starting calling her Eau de Pusson. At first I thought it seemed too mean to do that, but it turns out she thought the whole thing is hilarious." Larry turns to grin at Riley, like he's sure she's super glad that he told you. In a loud enough voice to remind half the class.
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Aug 19, 2016 02:18
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XP: 1/5 | Conditions: None | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom "Uh... yeah. Yeah, we could hang out sometime, something like that." Is that the right thing to say? I think I'm getting a little nervous about it, especially since... is Andrew watching? What does he think of this? Does it matter what he thinks? No, of course it does, Andrew matters a lot... but this is an actual offer to spend time with somebody, in a way that probably doesn't involve clubs or anything really bad happening. I can tell she's joking about the drugs and sex, even though I'm not sure either would work, and I'm not really sure I want to try. ... well, maybe I want to try a little bit. I mean, why not? What do I have to lose? "Um. Where? ... We could go over to my house. My parents are, uh, out of town." That would be all right, wouldn't it? I mean, I try to keep it pretty clean, and there's furniture and stuff... but there's no electricity. Nothing in the fridge. Maybe not my house. "... or somewhere outside?"
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Aug 19, 2016 03:02
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 0 | Volatile: 1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 1/5 | Conditions: I Thought You Were Cool | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom What the flying gently caress Larry!? I'm too stunned by the fact that someone this god drat stupid exists to stop him from blurting out this hilarious story, just kind of staring at him slack-jawed. When I finally shake off my stupor I just raise my hands at Larry in a 'What the gently caress' gesture and the idiot has the misguided idea to grin at me. That's it. Before I know it I'm up, chair clattering tot he ground behind me. "Oh yeah, loving hilarious, wasn't it?" This is a really stupid idea. Overreaction too, honestly, but that thought doesn't last long, washed away by something else. Before I know it my fist punches snaps out and into Larry's shoulder. "The hell's your problem!?" I hiss at him and I can feel my presence slam into him almost as hard as my punch. For a moment it feels like I could knock him over entirely just by staring him down, sweep this little poo poo up like a piece of floatsam. It's exhilarating. SuddenC Punch time! SuddenC !roll 2d6+1 Krysmbot SuddenC, 9+1 = 10 SuddenC Hella punch time Invoking Primal Dominance through Elsewise power, giving the Abyssal Deep a String Taking a String on Larry, dealing one harm and he has to hold steady to retaliate And marking XP for rolling Volatile
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Aug 19, 2016 03:07
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Hot: 2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Clueless Canadian I don't know, that story doesn't sound that funny to me. More like mortifying. I guess a sea breeze must have blown the smell of some dead fish up onto the shore or something? But still, if Riley thinks the story is funny, I don't want to get on her bad side by not seeming to enjoy it. I'm in the middle of opening my mouth to laugh with Larry when Riley jumps up out of her seat and socks him! I just end up staring at the two of them with my mouth open for a moment. Part of my mind is trying to figure out what's going on, while the other part is entirely stuck on how sexy Riley looks when she's angry. Eventually, I find my voice. "Riley! Stop, you'll get in trouble!" I reach up to grab her other hand, trying to guide her back to her desk. "You can punch him later!"
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Aug 19, 2016 03:30
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Hot: 2 Cold: -1 Volatile: -1 Harm: 0/4 Exp: 1/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Class Oh this went even better than I planned! Bless Sunny for playing her unexpected part so beautifully, it really made this into something spectacular. I should find some way to thank her later. So much for your crush, busy bee~ Maybe you'll think twice before you make a promise so lightly. While everyone's attention is on Riley punching and yelling, I slip out of my seat, looking like I'm just getting out of the way of the 'fight'. Really I'm scooping the note off of Larry's desk, neatly allowing me to deny any involvement. All Larry has in his defense is his word, and I don't think Riley will be listening to that any time soon. Or ever. But now justice has been done, and a bargain broken has been avenged. A good start to the day, if I may say so~
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Unfortunately, AdjectiveNoun has decided that he is too busy to keep up with this topic right now and has withdrawn from it. I'll be looking at the possibility of a replacement, but for now I'll just give a post for the remaining four. Anne You scoop up the note unobserved by your class, as the chaos around you expands. Your moment of quiet victory is perhaps slightly ruined, however, when you hear a familiar, musical voice ring out: "Oh, lovely work. I couldn't have done better myself." Tvisq is sitting on the empty desk beside Larry's, beaming at you, unobserved by the rest of your class. He holds the smile a moment longer, before admitting: "Well, no, that's not quite true -- I could have, but you can use some praise now and then." Ugh. What does this guy even look like, anyway? Riley Either your punch completely caught him off guard, or your glare scared him worse than you meant, because with a startled sort of squawk, Larry trips backward, smacking his head sharply on the corner of Anne's desk. poo poo, is he okay? "Ow! She... she told me you'd think it was funny!" Okay, he's mostly alright. Physically, at least, apart from what's probably going to be a nasty goose egg on his head. Emotionally, though, he's on the floor, staring up at you... actually starting to cry? "I wanted you to like me!" With that, he's staggering to his feet, and running out of the room amid an oddly stunned silence. "Okay, okay, what the hell was that?" Ms. Spooler has stood up behind her desk so fast that her earbuds have been ripped out of her ears. She doesn't seem to notice that she's just used a mild swear word in front of her shocked classroom. She stares at the door that Larry has already retreated through with some annoyance, then looks back to you. "You're coming with me, to the principal's office. Now." She strides forward from behind her desk, grabbing the arm that Sunny is not currently clinging to. "Come on." Spencer "Sure, outside would be good, if the weather gets any better. We could also go to my place -- it's not too far from school, and I've got my dad's car today. It's a piece of poo poo, but it runs." Lisa continues to look slightly pleased... until she actually drops her book in shock at the sight of Larry being knocked down. "Holy gently caress!" Holy gently caress is right. You've never seen Larry this upset before -- he's your friend, right? Are you going to do anything? Sunny Oh no! Riley's being taken away! What do you do? Gazetteer fucked around with this message at 05:15 on Aug 21, 2016 |
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 0 | Volatile: 1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 1/5 | Conditions: I Thought You Were Cool | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom What kinda kindergarten bullshit is this? He likes me so he acts like a total dick? I felt a little bad for him banging his head but gently caress that. This is his idea of hitting on me? What is up today with everybody being loving weird? I'm pulled out of my annoyed contemplation by Ms. Spooler. "Too late, looks like." I tell Sherman with an annoyed scrunched up face but also kinda trying to play it off. Not the first time I'm getting dragged to the principle for something stupid. "I'm going, I'm going! Eesh." I put up some resistance to Ms. Spooler just on principle (hah!) and only slowly let myself get dragged. "Hey, can you take care of my crap if I'm not back before the bell, Sunny? Thanks. Talk to you later!" At this point I'm halfway to the door and Ms. Spooler is clearly getting pissy at me dragging my feet so I take a couple hurried steps so she can stop pulling on my arm. "Alright, alright." I tell her, lifting my arms slightly as if I'm being arrested. So ridiculous.
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XP: 1/5 | Conditions: None | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom I look up, clearly startled and a little frightened. "What? Wait, what...? Is he okay? I..." I swallow hard. Suddenly, things got scary, and I hate that. It always makes me sort of queasy to see someone upset and crying, let alone a fight. Sometimes, at the hospitals, there'd be really bad nights and someone's dad would just start screaming and punching, and I always felt so helpless to do anything about it, because I was sick and stuck in bed, and what could I do against someone's angry dad, anyway? "... I'll be right back, okay?" I stand up, before my courage fails me, and head towards the door to see if Larry's around and okay. Well, around. Pretty sure he's not okay.
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Hot: 2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 1 --- Experience: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Clueless Canadian What's he talking about, who thinks you'd get someone to like you by reminding them of embarrassing stuff that happened? I'm distracted enough by that that it takes me a moment to notice Ms. Spooler is pulling Riley off to the principal's office. Oh no! I should come along too, maybe I can talk the principal out of getting me in trouble - but what if he's one of those outsider bigots, would I just hurt her case? What should I do? And then Riley answers my question, she wants me to watch her stuff. "You got it Riley!" I call after her, giving her a thumbs up in confirmation. "And you can count on me if you need a witness for the principal!"
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Hot: 2 Harm: 0/4 Exp: 2/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Class Oh dear, how do I describe this to such a... fettered mind? Hmm. I suppose a somewhat accurate description would have me telling you to imagine a... a swirling pillar of green-blue, about as tall as your elbow to the end of your fist. Now encase that pillar in a maelstrom of twigs, sticks, leaves, mud, dirt, rocks, and anything else you'd find on the forest floor. Picture that maelstrom forming into faces, expressions, and limbs as needed for a conversation. It's not an entirely accurate description, but since you can't see and understand the real thing, it will have to do. And please, try not to interrupt like that dear, it breaks the flow, don't you know. Now where was I? Ah, yes. Such wonderful execution, shame that Riley reacted how she did though. Words could have cut him down just as well. She's a clever girl, I'm sure she'll find a way to escape a punishment. I can't dwell on her too much anyway, sine I have a more pressing thing to deal with now. Everyone is still moving around chaotically, all attention focused on either Larry or gossiping, so I neatly seat myself on the table next to Tvisq, looking to all the world like another person watching the drama unfold. "Oh please, dear friend, no need to brag to cover up your deficiencies and insecurities. We both know you're not capable of such degrees of subtlety, no need to be ashamed of it." (2:00:15 PM) ShootaBoy: Shut Down Tvisq (2:00:15 PM) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6-1 (2:00:16 PM) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 7-1 = 6 Dammit. Marking Xp for Cold.
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Anne The maelstrom's smile seems to stretch just a hair wider. "Subtle indeed?" he asks, his laugh bubbling all around you. "I see, I see! Perhaps next time, you'll even pull off your trick unobserved!" With that oddly ominous note, Tvisq's seems to stretch out slightly, wind closer in on himself... and vanish. It takes only a second for you to realise what he was referring to -- with Tvisq gone, you now have an unobstructed view of the desk across the room from Larry's -- and the person sitting there, looking at you with an inscrutable expression. Stan's eyes flick from the place that Tvisq had been sitting, then, pointedly, to the note still clutched in your hand. At this point, he looks away, as if he saw nothing at all. He very clearly did, though. Stan takes a string on Anne. Riley "I mean, really, Riley? You couldn't have hit a kid the principal hates?" Ms. Spooler mutters, still leading you along toward the office. "You all know how she is about those after school club types -- you'll get in crap for this, sure, but who's fault do you think it's going to be for not being able to control my classroom?" It is almost admirable how few fucks Ms. Spooler has gotten away with giving about her job. "You can't go through life punching people just because they're punchable," she adds, looking more exasperated than annoyed now. "Eventually, they start pressing charges over it." Spencer You find Larry nearby, in a boy's washroom, staring at himself in a mirror. He's not crying anymore, but he is now mumbling over and over again about being a gullible idiot. He doesn't seem to have noticed you come in yet. Sunny Well, that happened. With the teacher out of the room, the general conversation gets a lot louder, and everyone's too busy talking about Riley and Larry to talk about you. And here you are, all alone with Riley's stuff. Do you snoop at all?
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Hot: 2 Harm: 0/4 Exp: 2/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Class Hmm, that's not ideal. I could haed over and have a chat with Stan, but something tells me he wouldn't feel very inclined to talk to me right now. I'll just have to remember to have one later, he might act like he wants nothing to do with me, but I know. I know he can't get rid of his feelings for me that easily. So I'm sure we can work something out later. For now I'll just have to find something else to do. Sunny seems to be the only really interesting person left, since Riley has been taken away, so I might as well get to know her a little bit better. She is new here after all, she could probably use another friend. I make my way back to my seat now that the action has died down to find Sunny nosing around in Riley's things. I vaguely recall Riley telling her to watch her things for her, so good job Riley, picking someone so dedicated. I watch her for a moment before speaking. "Everything accounted for?"
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XP: 2/5 | Conditions: None | Harm: 0/4 | Location: Homeroom I stand awkwardly just inside the doorway, trying to think of what to say to Larry. The fact that he's not crying is good, at least, but... if he were crying, it'd be easier to comfort than when he's feeling however he's feeling. I realize now that I wasn't really even paying attention to what happens -- he said something dumb to Riley and got hit? Is that what happened? God, I'm so bad at this. Larry and I are barely even real friends. But I can't leave him alone, can I? I'm trying to do this right, now that I have a chance to. Still silent, I find my gaze gravitating to the mirror, reflecting Larry and me in the harsh light of the school bathroom. I look bad, but I look alive. Larry... he looks even more alive, though, like something in him is ablaze from the danger and stress. I just watch our reflections for a while, trying to see something in Larry -- or in me? -- that I can use to help him, to comfort him, to do something. Gaze into the Abyss to figure out how to help Larry: 2d6+2 10 Lucid and detailed and +1 forward, please! Marking XP for Dark.
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