[center][b][color=fff79a][h2][img]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/313/c/b/ezimba__6__by_viveve-d6touz9.gif[/img] Andy Anderson [img]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/313/c/b/ezimba__6__by_viveve-d6touz9.gif[/img][/h2][/color][/b][/center]

Well, people were certainly showing up, alright.

Andy looked up in interest as someone very, very familiar stepped into the room: Tori Harris, the school's very own queen bee. He'd just been thinking about her, actually. Pretty, but yeah. Not really his type. And then, less than a second or two after she walked in-- another familiar face! 

Although... he couldn’t actually put a name to that face. Who was this person, this being who towered over everyone else, blatantly flaunting dress code with their long, flowing purple hair? He'd definitely seen them around before. Kind of hard to forget that hair.

In fact, Andy was sure that this very tall and rather androgynously good-looking person was in his AP Biology class. And also possibly in his AP Calculus class. Maybe.

He was pretty sure that he'd loaned, uh… (him? her?) [i]this person[/i] a pen, once.

Andy suddenly felt vaguely ashamed of himself. What kind of club president was he, that he couldn't even tell what gender one of his club members was, let alone remember their name? If he'd never met them before, then that would be fine... but she had. This person was even in her Calculus class. Uh, probably.

He resolved to do better.

Two more people, both girls. He didn’t recognize either of them. One of them was short and looked rather sleep-deprived, while the other had bright red hair, and seemed kind of… pushy? 

Literally. Literally pushy. She’d shoved Tall Person into the room to take a photograph of Victoria. Huh…

She also already seemed to be asking Victoria questions, notepad and ballpoint pen in hand.

Whatever was going on, they were blocking the entrance. Which meant that Andy should [i]probably[/i] do something.

[color=a187be]"I'm sure your lovely fans would love to know why you, little miss perfect is joining this club, hmm?”[/color] the pushy girl was saying. [color=a187be]“I mean...you don't really believe in ghosts and stuff, do you?"[/color]

Andy stretched, the muscles in his arms feeling oddly tight, and got to his feet. The chair creaked as he stood, and then—

The first thing that happened was that a second short girl --and this one was even shorter than the first one--  pushed her way past the group standing in the hallway.

The second thing that happened was that the second short girl then proceeded to make her way over to Andy… and smashed her head against the desk. Andy stared, wide-eyed.

What the ever-loving [i]fuck?[/i]

[color=82ca9d]"Please help me.”[/color]

And then she did it again. [color=82ca9d]"I hate pens."[/color]

By the third smash, Andy had pretty much stopped registering what the girl was saying in between smashes, even though that... seemed pretty entertaining on its own: [color=82ca9d]"The all-seeing pen god is haunting me,”[/color] and then [color=82ca9d]"Someone please find a way to save me from this pen-clicking madman,” [/color]and then [color=82ca9d]"What is life. Is life pens? Is pens the penning of pen the pens of pens of penning pens of pens pens pens pens pen pens pen pen pen pen click clack click clack pens pens pens pens pens pens?"[/color]

Pen... god? Well, Andy wasn't one to question someone else's religious beliefs. He didn't bother contemplating it.

Instead, he occupied herself with awkwardly tugging Head-Smashing Girl away the desk. Because… yeah. That probably wasn’t a good idea.

[color=fff79a]“Woah there,”[/color] said Andy. [color=fff79a]“Don’t, uh… hurt yourself. You’re joining the club, right? Maybe you should… sit down. Yeah. I’m Andy, by the way. Nice to meet you.”[/color]

He steered the girl to a second desk at the front of the classroom, pulled out the chair for her, and sat her down. [color=fff79a]“No more head-smashing for you,”[/color] he said firmly. [color=fff79a]“Self-harm doesn’t help anything. I’ll… just go talk to the girl with the pen.”[/color]

Okay. So the head-smashing issue was solved, at least temporarily. And now… the people blocking the entrance.

To the doorway he went, where the cluster of people still seemed to be gathered. Andy smiled ruefully. [color=fff79a]“Sorry to interrupt. I’m Andy Anderson, club president. Great to meet you all. You’re here for the S.P.I.R.I.T. club, right? Why don’t you come on in?”[/color]

And with that, he ushered them all into the room properly. [color=fff79a]“You should probably stop with the pen-clicking,”[/color] he advised the redhead, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. [color=fff79a]“To prevent further, ah… injuries.”[/color]

So this was a rather peculiar start to the first S.P.I.R.I.T. meeting. But no matter! This was going to be amazing-- Andy just [i]knew[/i] it. Heck, he even had an awesome first case for them to investigate, and he couldn’t wait to tell them about it!

But first… everyone needed to show up. They were still missing, uh… three people? Or something. It seemed like that, anyway.