[color=silver][h2]Sterling Johnson -- Practice Area Firing Range[/h2][/color]

He smirked as two answers in the affirmative buzzed into this scrolls screen, even as he effortlessly swung the doors to the Practice Area's firing range open. Fingers dancing over the onscreen keyboard, he typed quickly in his typical casual and informal manner.

[b]>JSS[s]C[/s][/b]
>Sounds like a plan
>good luck team

Pocketing it afterwards, his bluesteel eyes turned back up, sweeping the room even as the telltale [i]CRACK[/i] of a high-caliber rifle split the silence in the air, followed almost immediately thereafter by the clink of a target can flying from it's position. Zeroing in on the source, he found a young woman, who couldn't be anything more than a first-year, hard at work behind a sniper rifle nearly her own size. Strange choice of headwear too, probably something cooked up in Chatsworth's class if he had to guess, but nevermind that. What was important was that he had a potential witness.

A potential witness who had also sunk one into the furthest can back in the range with ease, to boot.

[color=silver]"Nice shot, kid!"[/color] he called, tossing the handful of ball bearings into the air around him and sending them into a lazy orbit around his head, much slower than anything he'd use in a live combat situation. Having come here to get some practice time in of his own, he strode up to the range next to her, fiddling with the settings with Nuada's silvery fingers until he'd set up "Moving Targets: Level 5: Dante Must Die Mode".

And promptly got straight to the point.

[color=silver]"Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen any other upperclassmen come around this way, would you?"[/color] he asked, eyes flitting rapidly between the erratically flying holo-targets. With the small hiss of something small rushing through air, a lone metallic sphere burst from orbit into one of the holograms halfway downrange, sending it from a healthy green to an "oooowww you got me" yellow even as it continued on its path.

[color=silver]"Apparently we got a whole team playing hooky, or something."[/color]

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[h2]Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm[/h2]

[b]"A party?"[/b] he repeated questioningly, ahoge briefly corkscrewing in his questioning mood and returning to normal in about the span of two blinks.

[i]I think I heard Cian mention something about one earlier...[/i]

He wasn't much for parties anyway, even after his grand re-opening of his social faculties. As a more down-to-earth sort of guy, he'd never really felt the need to go to any, despite hearing he was free to come should he desire to multiple throughout senior year. Well, be that as it may, he didn't contend the notion that he was very much still a work-in-progress. If anything, the entirety of today had served to reinforce the idea.

[i]I think I [i]did[/i] just use that Psych term, right, though.[/i]

In any case, there was another issue with the idea, one that no amount of desire to go and socialize had any sway upon. Something that was of far greater importance than anything so frivolous as a night out on the town or somesuch. Something that truly qualified his morality, that was of utmost importance to his identity as the man he was.

Something more important than any of that.

[b]"Oh, I appreciate the offer, but I actually promised Miss Harken I'd show her where the Pool was once I finished up here."[/b] he explained. [b]"Sorry to have to turn you down."[/b]