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[color=fff200][i]Eliza. You're falling asleep.[/i][/color]

Eliza jerked her head back up, heavy-lidded eyes fluttering as they refocused on the Social Psych powerpoint at the bottom of the lecture hall. The professor's voice continued to drone on, a one-note dirge that was impossible to separate into any kind of words or information. 

"No'm not," she muttered underneath her breath.

[color=fff200][i]Yes, you are.[/i][/color] Tharinoq's voice carried an obvious chord of amusement. [color=fff200][i]Late night catching up with you?[/i][/color]

"You're a dick."

[color=fff200][i]Would you like me to give you a synopsis of what you've missed? Professor Foster has been in top form today.[/i][/color]

Eliza groaned and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. All around her, her classmates were in similar states of catatonia, lulled into near-unconsciousness by the lullaby of boredom emanating from the front of the room. Of course, she'd probably be doing better at staying awake if she hadn't been flying around the city last night looking for trouble, but... what if trouble came about while she wasn't looking for it? Idly, her hand came up to her neck and brushed against the amulet she wore hidden underneath her floral pajama t-shirt. Some things were more important.

Her phone buzzed as if on cue, and like any good youth she pulled it out automatically. The text was from her roommate Josie, her best friend and the only person who knew about her double life as a winged crime-fighter, mainly because there was no keeping the secret after she'd saved her from being devoured by a giant toothy mass of horribleness. 

[i]yo E a guy just came into the throne

there's a lot of blood

he said not to call 911

i think you should get over here[/i]

The last text had barely arrived by the time Eliza was stuffing her books into her bag. The Throne was her friends' favorite bar in town - Josie and Eliza were still too young to drink (legally), of course, but the food was still nice. Nothing particularly exciting ever happened there, but this wasn't an improvement. 

[color=fff200][i]If we change in the alleyway, we can get there in six minutes.[/i][/color]

"Five," she muttered, throwing her bag over her shoulder and marching out of the lecture hall.