'Santa Clark'
It had a good ring and I would be sure to work it into the mix. The people filed into their lines and then up to the table, I was a bit distracted with my choices; a container of one of those strange juice that was always frozen by the time lunch rolled around.
After my display I shrugged, it seemed like The 'chew you up and spit you out' motion had worked, more or less. I was surprised by the lack of people who knew anything about my fight this morning, although I suppose it was better that way, I'd hate to accrue distaste from faction...which I suppose is the reason why I've abstained from their call.

I bit off the end of my sammich before dunking it into the thick soup I had gotten as a combo.
"Uhao- no, not at all" I called to first Aislinn Who had wanted to sit at the table. I took a bite, wiping my mouth with one of the excess of napkins that I had made a point to gather. I nodded to Piccard, figuring people had better things to do than nod at each other as I sunk my teeth into the soupy-sandwich that I would make most of my lunch out of....

Not to mention with people so distracted by the classmates being dragged off.

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Keepa paused while the rabble rousers were dragged off, the silence having been broken by the copy of Helena exploding at the sight of Ashita. With little to no understanding of Hearthstone, Keepa let the rest of it be, diving into their soupy sandwich without quarter. The idea of the disciplinary faculty being a sterilized white-coat Gman with zipties frightened Keepa, although they supposed they had nothing to worry about, being an upstanding bystander as they were.

"Top Idol?" Keepa asked, usually kept in the dark about everything that went on. The reason was unknown, but it was still a happening. "I-ehrmm, I do believe that there is...progress"