[color=C0C0C0]"See, here's the thing, though. It's been three weeks now and those mooks still haven't figured out how I keep getting in!"[/color] A chorus of laughter arose from Entertainer's table as Artemis describes the neon mess that was the Bully's turf. 


Artemis reveled in the energy of the Entertainer's table. They had a way of laughing that fed into each others energies. They were a loud bunch, always unafraid to express themselves and trash talk the other cliques, even if they were literally a hop, skip and a jump away. Or perhaps because of their presence that the Entertainers laughed all the louder, to see faces turn red and dare them to even think of starting something in front of the prefects. They'll catch hell for it later, but right now, it's all bread and circuses. Speaking of which...

Artemis took his half-eaten bread, dunked it into his soup and bit into it. All that laughing and talking had left the soup lukewarm, but hey. Tomato soup's tomato soup. It's no home cooking, but he had learned to not be picky when it comes to food. 'sides, now that it's cooler, the soup doesn't taste like someone dumped a bunch of sour candies into the pot.

He took a look around the room at his 'fellow' students. The tension between the Bullies and the Jocks is so high their table looked like was about to break under the stress. It's so tempting to bean one of them with something, release all that built up tension and make the war happen right here right now. Of course, that's a suicidal idea; Artemis would never seriously think about doing such a thing, but maybe when they're all let out of the cafeteria, he could find some other way to raise the tension even further. Y'know, to see how far it'll go. 

Meanwhile, his attention was taken by the Preps' table. That curtain of theirs is just asking for a good tagging. It's like a white canvas, waiting for someone to throw some paint onto it. He'd have to do it while nobody was looking, which is risky as the cafeteria has Prefects somewhere nearby at all times, though if the curtain got taken down, he could steal it and tag it somewhere quiet...

Ooh, there's an idea.