[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/96cfeb33b49705be2b2f476bfd21e677/tumblr_inline_nuo4s8KHw31qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]Jack nodded, accepting that it was the best for him to keep things simple. Bazhooli and Tatiana were the real show, at the end of the day. As she compared him to Casey Kasem, Jack got a slightly [i]different[/i] reference. He recognized the name was the famous voice actor for Shaggy for Scooby Doo. Winking at Tatiana a bit, he nodded, waving at Meg as she left, and Tatiana went back to her dance. 

[color=00ff00]"Everyone's gonna be there to see you, solovey,"[/color] Jack added. [color=00ff00]"Harrison Ford could be announcing and you'd still be the highlight."[/color]

[color=00ff00]"And Bazhooli too,"[/color] Jack added, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. [color=00ff00]"He's the stah too."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1d6095a0826da2dea1c039107818b730/tumblr_inline_nv1407lN7s1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Abandoned Classroom (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard frowned, as if Sana had started explaining multivariable calculus to him in Greek. He scratched his head a bit, mulling over the words she said. It reminded him a bit of a book he had started reading as a child--before Alisanne took it from him. She and Darcey had torn out the pages for some game they never let him join in on. He shut his eyes for a moment, mentally rewinding everything Sana had told him. 

[color=cc6699]"Alors...Tu n'essaies pas de me séduire?"[/color] Édouard asked, rocking back on his feet a bit. The notion that Sana didn't have some sort of end game was foreign to him. Everyone in his life had always wanted something. Those who served his family did so because they wanted money, and they wanted to please Édouard in order to get that. The women he slept with--they had done that because of his last name, not because of him. 

For someone to care about him because he was human...It was such a novel notion. He glanced away from Sana, as to hide the tears softly streaming down his face. Édouard never knew that perhaps that was all he wanted in life--not sex, drugs, or adventure. Perhaps it was human company, perhaps it was someone to care...

...Of course, he also briefly considered whether he had been drugged, and [i]that[/i] was why he was acting so delusional. 

[hider=Translations]Alors...Tu n'essaies pas de me séduire? = So...You aren't trying to seduce me?[/hider][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc66ff]Tryke Lockley[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/73df89227dc55e5010f53947f6b8f095/tumblr_mpoyixarrE1qfisvuo9_r1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Franklin[/center][hr][hr][color=cc66ff]"Please don't call me that,"[/color] Tryke said, with a bit of a grimace. Her parents hadn't been sensible when naming her--but with the nickname she went by, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. There had been some mild teasing, especially at undergrad, as a mechanical engineering student went by Tryke--but for the most part, it was the Sci-Fi nerds that were the worst. They pestered her constantly about her parents' franchise, constantly on Tryke's last nerve. [color=cc66ff]"Tryke, please--or Trill. That works too."[/color]

Tryke raised an eyebrow as Marx doubled over with laughter, looking like he lost all sense that he had. She bit her lip, tempted to get on her bike, and leave. Assholes who chuckled at her when she offered help--she didn't need to waste her time with them. From the way people were talking, there seemed to be a million settlements around here anyways. There was Viking Land and Michael Jackson land--it was some twisted and messed up Disney Theme Park, as far as Tryke was concerned. 

[color=cc66ff]"Someone's short circuiting,"[/color] Tryke muttered under her breath, painfully aware of the pun, but not walking away from it, either. As Marx removed his glove, her anger vanished, seeing the glorious construction of wires and metals. For 2007, it was cutting edge technology, the only options allowed to humans. Her colleagues at CalTech had discussed the ramifications of it, some of the nerdier ones saying they were one step closer to having Iron Man. From what she could recall, the technology worked by an electronic sensor that detected muscle contractions. 

[color=cc66ff]"How're you doing on the upkeep of it?"[/color] Tryke asked, showing no qualms as she shook his hand. [color=cc66ff]"This isn't cheap. You probably actually [i]are[/i] Michael Jackson, to afford this,"[/color] she joked, but she continued to examine the hand, sweeping over it. She imagined it could have been customized for increased strength, but too much and the user themselves would be harmed. She glanced back up at Marx, and realized her interest in the robotic limb must have been a bit odd. [color=cc66ff]"Sorry about that. Professional interest."[/color]