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[color=6ecff6][h2]Dallas Relo[/h2][/color]
[@Write] (Mentioned: [@MissCapnCrunch] [@NeoAC]) [/center]

[color=6ecff6]"Rhea, it is my solemn hope that the fourth verse is going to be as legendary as the first three. I want those verses to leave the kind of imprint on your soul that old people get from Stairway to Heaven or Free Bird. Those old songs that go on forever and ever and they love to play at each other's funerals. I want tonight - it's tonight by the way, so fucking some fucking beer...er, pens - to be like the Revolution 9 of study sessions. With a whole lot,"[/color] Dallas said, gravely placing his hand over his vainglorious heart, [color=6ecff6]"of fucking revolution...and ideally, some revolutionary fucking."[/color]

Dallas seemed to snap out of his reverie and he looked around at the assembled demigods, blinking twice as he craned his head past Jonas to look at the crowd they'd found themselves near the middle of. He recognized some of the campus' other top-tier party animals: there was Dustyn! She could puke longer and further than anyone else on campus, except for when Dal got some tequila in him by mistake. And there was...

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Kentucky Fried Dustyn!

But some of the others, people Viv probably knew, looked like ten year olds and he was not fucking here for it. Dallas had never been very good with the faces of boring people. Some of them looked like they still belonged in his fifth grade yearbook.

[color=6ecff6]"Who else is going to be in our building this year, anyway?"[/color] he asked. [color=6ecff6]"They must have fucking skipped me when I was getting the paper. Or Jonas took mine. Whatever. Something must have happened to it."[/color]

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[color=9e0b0f][h2]Dana Harada[/h2][/color]
[@Write] [@HereComesTheSnow] [@Krayzikk][/center]

Ah, good. Here was the attention she deserved.

[color=9e0b0f]"You accidentally bought something cute, [i]niichan[/i],"[/color] she told her older brother with a dutiful bow, low enough that she could appreciate him playing with her hair. [color=9e0b0f]"I had to repossess it. It was wasted on you, as am I."[/color]

She felt a bump on her shoulder; Rebekah was warning her about the approach of another admirer. This one was richer than Jonas was, though. She was happier to fund shopping trips. This was a valuable quality in a friend that Rebekah had yet to learn.

[color=e03c31]“Hey you little spitfire. How are you?”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Marcchiiiiiin."[/color] She dragged the last syllable out with a smile, wrapping herself around the French girl in a tight hug. [color=9e0b0f]"I am very..."[/color]

Longing? Amped? Excited? Jonas had taught her most of her English; he had not gotten around to discovering a word that would capture the scope of her anticipation for the coming year.

[color=9e0b0f]"Powerful,"[/color] she said with a forceful nod, a fierce grin spreading across her face. [color=9e0b0f]"I am very powerful."[/color]