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[h1][color=chocolate]Quami .J. Prince[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Powerbound Academy - Auditorium
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [@Chickn] Natalya Ivanov
 - [@Kyrisse] Seong Jin Park - [@Archmage MC] Light 'Smith' - [@CallSignCorsair] Seven
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A grin played across Quami's face as the situation slowly began to play into his hands, just as he predicted. While he hadn't expected those who jumped in to jump in as they did, he found himself on top none the less. At one point, all he had to do was sit back and watch as his 'charisma' worked its magic. As a student from the crowd spoke up, a female that he found rather good looking, the staff themselves joined in. The Headmaster made his piece, roasting her in his own ' bougie ' kind of way before the staff jumped in and exposed her.

While Quami hadn't intended for things to go as far as it did, he couldn't help but feel pity for the girl. One couldn't go on making death threats and not expect to get reprimanded rather harshly. But he felt little pity in that regard, his pity was in her loss of social standing. While he was no social expert, he was pretty sure that being a 'bitch' made you no friends whatsoever.

Despite his minor concern, Quami's mind shifted from high-gear into low-gear as the Headmaster words on Dress Code came flowing back. 

[color=39b54a][i]"The dress code is not incredibly restrictive, but please wear at least a full set of clothes, and nothing obscene or offensive. I hope that answers your question."[/i][/color] 

A grin formed itself on his face as the Headmaster's answer came back to him. He had basically meant to say; 'wear whatever you want as long as it isn't  offensive', which was fine by him. This meant that fashion diva Quami was in full swing, and he would be pulling out all the stunts this year, little to no holds barred. 

Speaking of stunts, Quami needed to pull one as of now, a stunt up the social hierarchy before it was officially set in place that is; which meant that it was time to actually talk to people. Low an behold, with a little bit of scanning, he was able to find a gathering crowd, one that included another one of the females who spoke out against the 'bitch'. 

Without hesitation Quami rose to meet the group, his purposeful gait masked by the incessant squeaking of his shoes.  

[color=FF4500]"This unit seems cohesive, but it would prove beneficial for all if we better understood each other's functionalities and directives. Should we relocate to the gymnasium, and, as was stated, 'show how weird we are' to our fellow students?"[/color]

[color=Chocolate]"A units not cohesive without a little color."[/color] Quami chimed, grinning as he looked over the shoulder of the robot. 

Insert himself into the conversation; accomplished.