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Syndral was quiet for a moment as she watched Morph disappear into the crowd. She was still sort of confused about all this Homecoming nonsense. It just seemed to stupid and pointless. She honestly couldn't think of a single reason why she would want to be there.

Even if she wanted to study it, she could easily do that from the comfort of her home with all the technology at her disposal. That would probably be smarter than going and actually trying to pretend like she wanted to be there. Still, she didn't really even want to study it, as it didn't really seem important. At least Morph would be going and could fill her in later if necessary.

Syndral sighed, figuring there was really no point in worrying about that at the moment. After all, she currently had bigger problems, like having to face that freakishly weird science teacher. If only she could zap Ms. Espinoza with her laser gun any time she felt the least bit threatened or uncomfortable in that class. Although she did still want to abduct her back to the lab.

However, there was no time to think about abducting humans to the lab to experiment on them. Right now, she had to make it to class on time and hope to survive another science class. So with a heavy sigh, she headed off to class.

Shane stood up and brushed himself off. "Well, I guess we should get to class then..." It didn't feel like he expected, he expected fireworks to go off after she said yes to him but it really just seemed like she was on;y going to go to the dance, he didn't want that, he wanted more, he wanted her to become his mate. "Um...I'll walk you to class..."

Allison stood in her home base's basement. She had used a small machine she had taken to Earth in order to gain a pass for a sick day (by hypnotizing a local doctor). She was now modifying her homes defense system, also thinking about what she would wear to homecoming. A football player named Victor had assented to go with her.

"... Yeah, alright." Rachel stepped out of the doorway, confused and uncertain. She honestly had never expected anything like this. No one had asked her out, or called her beautiful, and she definitely didn't expect such an outgoing guy to be so sensitive about the situation. She thought of possible solutions and outcomes over and over again, but she didn't know what to do other than to go with the flow and hope for the best. She needed advice.

Ooc: Should I make a sheet for Victor? He's a temp character for homecoming... to help P3 find herself!

"So if I put the energy field here... and this knockout powder here... there's a much less likely possibility of robbery!" P3 muttered to herself.

OOC: There's really not that much to read, but everyone's headed to their second period class.

Maybe after this class, we could have a short timeskip?

If it'll help you with the character, go right ahead!

Shane gave a smile as if nothing was wrong and headed off to class, waving back to Rachel, "Bye Rach! I'll see you at Gym, or Lunch, or whatever!" After running a bit he ran into a man, Zurgon getting knocked down onto his back. "Ow!" He looked up to see the janitor. "Oh, salutations!" The janitor extended his hand and helped him up. "Y'know you should watch where you're going, or I guess where I'm going, cuz we both weren't paying attention, all I'm saying it....Shouldn't you be in class, and what's your name?"

"Shane Blair!" He said, a wholehearted smile on his face. "And you are?"

The janitor gave a smile and nodded his head. "Gordon, but you can call me Gordy, now you better get off to class, but if you want a buy in to a poker game later on come to the closet, I hear Ms. Espinoza got a pay raise and I'm hoping I can knock some out of her."

Zurgon nodded and ran off, tripping, an alien-like device falling out of his backpack, it was an odd translation device, with alien letters on it, glowing black and green. Gordy picked it up and looked at it. "Huh....." Zurgon got up and looked around nervously, "Ya dropped your walky talky, you dang kids and your communication devices." He threw it to Zurgon and shuffled off.

".....Well that was odd...I thought I zipped my pack..." He turned and ran to his Math class, shrugging at what had just happened. He entered the class, not looking forward to it. He took his seat.

Rachel stood in silent confusion before breaking into a smile and waving back. Didn't he just say that he was going to walk her to her class? Shane seemed rather scatterbrained, she knew. But it didn't matter, as long as the awkward situation had passed peacefully. She was glad that he was happy know. Cause that's what friends are for, right? Making each other happy?


Mort saw Shane leave for his class, and decided to wait to question him until a better time. He was almost late. Quickly, he turned and made his way to his class, but not without giving a curious glance at the girl. She didn't seem as shocked as before, so that was good. He took his seat, which was next to Syndral and in front of Allison's. He turned his gaze away from his colleague's direction as he sat, drumming the desk nonchalantly. He hoped that teacher didn't plan on making a fool out of him again, especially in front of you-know-who.

//I forgot he was gonna walk her to class ;.;
He's going to make her love him, just you watch.//

Zurgon took his seat in the front of the class, ready for the boredom and ease of math class. He hated math and he hated the teacher, he hated not having friends in the class or anyone to talk to as even the teacher didn't like talking and students were too scared of him to talk. "Ugh.." He sighed and took out his math book, which was already finished, Zurgon didn't grasp the fact he was only supposed to complete the first unit, instead he completed the entire book.

OOC: Who wants to skip for lunch?

ooc: Sounds good to me.

Zurgon had made his way down to the lunch room, it had been a long day and he hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Rachel yet as they had split the class up in gym that day. He shuffled over to the Table of Champions and took his spot, the table was right next to the vending machines where kids would always check more money and then hit to try to get the loose candy to fall. Zurgon waited for his friends to get there, he wanted to see Rachel, it was odd, he thought having a 'girlfriend' would feel different, but it didn't, it seemed Rachel wasn't as excited as he was, perhaps she only said yes because he ran away nearly in tears and she didn't actually like him, he hoped that wasn't the case though.

After double-checking every part of her defense system, Allison began to ponder if her sick pass would allow her to just get their late. The disease she didn't really have was unconscious... Maybe?

Ooc: I especially want her ti go to Drama. But, it's Waaksian's choice methinks.

Syndral sighed as she made her way to the cafeteria. Most people liked lunch, after all, what wasn't to like about it? However, Syndral dreaded it. She hated the large crowds and all the noise. She hated being around all those humans. It just wasn't a place she wanted to be. At least she didn't have to eat the human food. She made sure to bring food from her home planet and just find a way to disguise it as normal.

She paused at the entrance for a moment. Because she brought her own lunch, she didn't have to wait in line for food, but she was never really sure of where to sit. There were just too many people, too much noise. Syndral wanted a dark, quiet corner to sit in, but there didn't really seem to be any here.

She had a tendency to gravitate toward unoccupied tables and usually tried to claim a small one for herself each day. However, she normally failed to stay by herself, unless she chose to go eat in her car. Eating in her car was starting to seem not only like the best option, but the only one that resulted in her getting the peace she wanted. There certainly didn't appear to be any peace and quiet in the cafeteria.

Ooc: In my last post, unconscious was meant to be uncontagious. Their was supposed to be there.

Seytrius, or Nathan, had had a pretty boring day so far. Math with Mr. White was both boring, and easy, again. He thought to himself, as he he entered the cafeteria, looking for his crazy friend Shane. Though, knowing what they teach the humans, I guess it does make sense that it was easy. And don't even get me started on reading and science. Though, it was fun seeing Ms. Espinoza again. He thought, chuckling to himself as he walked by a student, getting strange looks - which he promptly ignored - and continued on his way to the "Table of Champions."

As he walked to the table, he noticed that Shane seemed a little....stressed about something. "Shane!" He yelled, slowly jogging the rest of the way to the table. "Hey, what's wrong?" He said, putting his backpack on the back if his seat, and sitting down. "You seem...worried about something."

Quote: Spyroconvexity

ooc: So no one noticed the alarm when Jet went out the emergency door?

//Not to be rude but I had other things planned for lunch, like, big plans, And those dang emergency doors never work! We've actually never gotten through a full day of school before, maybe reserve this for the next day? If everyone else wants to go with it then alright//

Shane looked up from where to he sat to see Nathan approach the table. "Hello, friend, I am adequate, I was merely gazing at the vending machines, they are quite lovely." He had quite a bit on his mind but didn't really want to talk about it. "I'm fine, just waiting for someone to get here." Shane hadn't gotten any food as he was too much in thought to eat anything, plus he wasn't all that hungry anyways.

OOC: I'm really not sure who to address to. True, it would be preferred that we got though a day at least, but Spyroconvexity (any nicknames?) got to it first. I'm at loss.

///I really wanted to do lunch....But it's up to you.//

OOC: OK. What do you think?

//To be honest, it's not really slowing down, people just are busy with school and such~ And sometimes slow is good anyways, it can help further character development. And maybe explain why you decided to use the exit? Just confused as to why you'd leave school grounds during lunch.//

Seytrius raised any eyebrow, and was about to ask why he was looking at the vending machines, or even why he wanted to, then he remembered his friend's weird nature. "Eh, that's cool, I guess." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he sat down, pulling out his lunch. He actually didn't mind the human food, and had even brought some of it with him to school. Though, he found hamburgers disgusting.

"So," he said, taking a bite into the apple he brought "who are you waiting for?" He asked.

((The only reason I didn't react to it was because I kind of forgot you had posted it while I was writing my last post. ))

OOC: We were already planning on having a character development time, so the alarm shouldn't cause too much commotion to prevent that. Then again, you all need to come to an agreement; I'm not the almighty GM, I'm just keeping things straight.

Allison stared at her "computer", typing profiles of the students she'd met, and speculation on each.

Ooc: No. Just no.

Ooc: That's the job of the gm, unless Shade hacked P3's computer. I dislike that concept because P3 has the best alien firewalls under Brotherhhod jurisdiction.

OOC: SC, I like that you're trying to add a few subplots into the RP, but that's something you would have to PM assassinelf and me about first, or at least me. Since the users here appointed me as in control (somewhat), I'm the only one who can really cause an "interference" (in this case, literally). You could always PM me about any ideas, and if I OK'd it than I would execute it for you.

Assassinelf, I think drama is at 7th period, so it's not being missed out. Speaking of electives, I better think of one for Mort pretty soon.


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The alarm pierced through the air when Jet ran out the wrong door, but the fire alarm had been going off randomly all day, starting third period, anyway (the secretary informed the school over the intercom that they were fixing the problem, and to not respond to the alarm if it went off). The students cringed, covered their ears, and yelled over the spine-tingling noise, which was quickly and somewhat efficiently shorted out. No one knew the actual cause of the alarm, or at least didn't respond immediately. The teachers in the lounge room saw the kid run though the emergency exit out of the window on their door, but decided that it wasn't that big of a deal. Probably just some dumb kid trying to pull a prank.
Well, with the exception of Mr. White, who insisted that the child were to be disciplined for causing a disruption. The other teachers brushed the matter off, stating that they would "catch him later." The math teacher breathed a sigh as he took small sips out of his chilled water bottle, holding it close to him like it was something dear (and it certainly was). He would have to address this "Jet" to not try to leave school grounds. If he absolutely had to-- and sometimes the aliens spies did-- then he shouldn't leave in a way that would draw attention to him. Using his "glasses," Elim went ahead and sent a text to the new arrival, warning him of the consequences of such careless behavior.
He stared at the wall, but was really using his spectacle apparatus to adjust the light sensors. Out of the corner of his eye, he virtually peeled back the layers of his fellow teachers, using various x-ray settings on the device to observe how the insides of these humans functioned. It was fascinating (and, he'd admit, rather grotesque), but it didn't tell him everything. He needed to look in there his his own eyes, and with his own prehensile digits. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. His affiliation with the school had began too soon for any staff to suddenly disappear. Not that he would keep them long in the first place. He only planned to do a proper experiment when the school would be too familiar with his presence to suspect anything.
The teacher's thoughts briefly went to his other colleagues, Morph and Syndral. He wondered how they were fairing with the mission at this time...

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It wasn't long before Mort arrived at the "Table of the Champions" himself, sitting to the right side facing Shane, as he usually did. "Yeesh, when are they going to fix that stupid thing? If it keeps going off like that, people'll start ignoring it even when there's an actual fire. I mean, seriously? What if there's an actual fire, and no one gets up to leave because they hear the alarm too many dang times?" he grumbled, toying with the peas on his tray with a fork. He had to be careful when consuming human food. The more liquid-y kinds contained a large amount of water. And even though water was a necessary supplement for his body, like iron was to humans, too much of it could cause internal corrosion. And pretty quickly. It wouldn't exactly help the Order if he were to suddenly start writing on the floor in agony, hacking up blood and dissolving bits of organ tissue, especially if it happened where all the humans in the school could see. It wouldn't do too much good for him, either, as he would be dead. "You can't work if you're dead," he would always tell Syndral when he brought up these sort of problems, trying to bring a comical light on their tedious job. But she usually wasn't the type for humor, he realized. Shame. But he knew she had a lighter side to her, as rare as it came up; he's seen it.
He wondered briefly where the Zvarranik was, peaking over his shoulder to see if she was around. Probably not, knowing how she detests the rambunctious and loud nature of adolescent humans. But, what the heck, why not check? She just might be there.
"I doubt the stuff they serve us is even food. I mean, what do they put in those fruit cups? Chlorine? It's like eating at McDonald's, except it doesn't even taste good. It's like ten percent meat and ninety percent... cardboard." the boy complained. He shook his head and looked back up at Shane. "So, I'm guessing it went well?"

reserved

Ooc: How about Programming?

Ooc: As in for an elective.

ooc: Sorry that I've been inactive the past couple of days. I had stuff going on irl.

Syndral sat down at a small table in the back. She was just about to start eating, when a group of noisy, social teens started heading her way. They didn't even seem to notice her as they sat down at the table, too busy talking to each other to pay any attention to her. Syndral grumbled to herself and put her food away in her bag, sneaking off to find a quieter place to eat by herself. The group never even realized she had been there.

She took a moment to look around the room, trying to find another table to sit at, preferably one with no people. This seemed to happen almost every day. She never could find a table to eat at in peace. Some days, she wouldn't even come to the cafeteria. She would just go straight to her car. Other days, she'd eventually end up eating in her car anyway.

Her gaze eventually paused briefly on 'The Table of Champions' where Shane and the others sat. She stared for only a moment, seeing Morph with them. For a split second, she wondered if she could sit there. She at least somewhat knew them, although she wouldn't have considered herself friends with any of them. Still, they were a bit more tolerable than everyone else. However, she wasn't sure if she wanted to sit with them.

Syndral sighed and then turned away. She started heading towards the doors of the cafeteria. She decided that eating in her car was probably her best bet, and it sounded like the best course of action. At least she could get peace and quiet there.

//I'll post tomorrow, I've been sick

Zurgon hadn't been paying much attention to anything or anyone and he didn't know the alarm was a fire alarm, he was used to alarms and whistles and bells on his planet ringing all the time. He had looked to Nathan with an oblivious look on his face. "Huh? Oh, Rachel..." He held his head in his hands smiling stupidly. "It went alright...I don't feel much different, she didn't seem as into it as I was...Maybe she just felt sorry for me and said yes." He hoped that wasn't the case. "But she sure is beautiful, isn't she?"

OOC: Aw, I hope you feel better soon.


Mort's brows furrowed slightly. "Well, I hope the best for you two." He turned away, looking into the crowd of students, staring at nothing in particular. "I wouldn't assume things about her, Shane. Females work differently than males. I doubt that she feels 'sorry' for you, or whatever." He looked back at the blonde-haired boy. "There's really nothing for her to feel 'sorry' for, concerning you, anyway. There's nothing wrong with you that would be a deal-breaker, and she seems pretty level-headed enough to be mature about this whole dating thing."

~

Just before Diane reached the doors, Rachel pushed her way out, trying not to get squished the the students walking by her. Relief washed over her face when they made eye contact. "Diane, I need help!"