[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KzmdUGG.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/MzIHaGw.png[/img] [/center] [sup][@Atrophy][@Prosaic][/sup] [b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.[/code][/b][hr] "Well, we're all trying to forget, Mr. Cullen," Claire deadpanly said to Martin, letting her innate comments about the goth boy bleed through. "But, we can't. And we aren't going to. So might as well learn to live with what happened." [i]How hypocritical of you, Claire.[/i] Claire scolded herself the second those words left her throat. [i]You've been trying to forget what they did to you that you nearly ruined your own damn life a hundred times.[/i] Claire sighed. "How about we try to figure ou-" Claire started up, but she couldn't help but cut herself off when Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum started bickering. It was mainly Billy that started to piss her off with his flippant attitude [i](why are you even here, you tool?)[/i] then Penny jumped in trying to get him to shut up - to no avail other than annoying Claire even further. While Penny couldn't stop Billy, Claire could. "Billy, I know you revel on being a tool," Claire hissed at him as she took the pen out of her mouth, "But sit your ass down and shut up, or get the fuck out." She didn't care if she'd hurt his feelings, and she'd lose a free source of booze and weed. She'll live. Even though Britney was trying to explain something to Andrea, she nonetheless had to step in - Or else things were going to get out of control. Either Claire was gonna kill somebody, or... Billy was going to make somebody kill him. She shook her head in irritation - it felt like she was dealing with a bunch of children. Still, she gathered everyone here for this, so the burden of keeping things together fell on her - and only her. She sighed as she slammed the clipboard on the table hard enough to cause one hell of a noise. The kind of noise that got everyone's attention. "That's. [i]Enough.[/i]" Britney punctuated every word, "If you absolutely have to bicker, do it outside. But on that note..." Britney trailed off as she looked at Billy, "If you are not going to take this meeting seriously, then I'm going have to request that you leave, okay?" Britney shook her head as she turned her attention back to Andrea... whom was incredulous. She knew that she'd be skeptical to believe magic, but seeing is believing. But, right now, everyone was dumping a lot on her - they were going waaaaaaay faster than she expected. Too fast. "This is no joke." Britney said, "Okay, how about we talk outside for a bit then I can help you make sense of things?" She tried to get the group to take a break - because if she didn't, things were going to reach their breaking point very fast. Provided that nobody did anything stupid... ... at this point, Rien's drawing came out and flew directly towards Billy's annoying face. Britney's face went flat as she hung her head - and rested her palm directly onto her upper face by shaking her head. "... Son of a bitch." The words escaped her lips. "The fuck?" Claire raised an eyebrow as she eyed the bat. She looked at it's flight path and realized that it came from the blue haired girl. She pursed her lips as she resisted the urge to say that, what she did, took some major balls. Even though it's fairly evident that the people in here are all superpowered or awakened, or whatever the fuck they want to call themselves, there's still a need for subtlety here. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8XlJDkh.png[/img] [/center] [sup][@Mike73][@Prosaic][/sup] [b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.[/code][/b][hr] [quote][b]From:[/b] Grant [code]Still at school, but classes are done today. I've got time so I can come around now.[/code] [/quote] [quote][b]To:[/b] Grant [code]Can you meet me by the conference room?[/code] [/quote] Grant is still in Grand Ridge. Perfect. If Lynette played her cards right, she could go meet him, sort out this little "problem" of his, and be right back before anything goes down. She looked at her good friend Aliana and smiled. She tapped her on the shoulder as she said, "I need to meet a friend about something..." She trailed off, "I'll be back in a minute. Can you just fill me in on anything I miss when I get back?" She asked, but she quickly, but discreetly - while she didn't want to miss any of this, she also didn't want to [i]interrupt it[/i] - exited the room. She nearly bumped into some tall dude who was creeping into the room. Instead of saying anything, she just squeezed by him and kept it moving. She waited down the wall for Grant to show up - hopefully. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/pzvcW5L.png[/img] [/center] [sup][@Ciaran][/sup] [b][code]Cafe Sucre.[/code][/b][hr] Kimberly was wearing her uniform for the cafe - black cargo pants with a red polo shirt and a black apron on top - as she manned the front counter. Kimberly didn't mean to miss the support group meeting, and she really would have loved to get to the bottom of this magical mystery, she was scheduled for work today. Working slightly above the Montana minimum wage wasn't bad when she didn't have to worry about, you know, supporting herself and she still lived with her parents. She still had money to dick around with when it came to her show. Paige had ordered a latte, and when it was finished, Kimberly took the time to go take it to her. She knew about the girl's leg, and didn't want to put pressure on it. It was probably the same kind of sympathy she felt for Jordan. When she approached the girl, she smiled as she said, "Here ya' go, Paige, I hope you like it," She started off, before saying, "You like it here so far?" Jordan was also here, but she found herself in the corner drinking a cup of coffee. She was studying for her classes, and was fine being left alone.