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[center][b][i][color=02e8d5]Location: Writing Club Room[/color][/i][/b][/center]
[center][b][i][color=02e8d5]Interactions: [@Rithas] and Others, indirectly[/color][/i][/b][/center]

Micha listened to the roughshod opening to his new daily life and restrained himself from using his foot to lean back the chair; he had tried that when he first arrived this morning and the legs had given a frankly terrifying creak and wobble. He watched a bit dispationetly, foot up on the chair and arms crossed at their wrists on his knee. A glance at his desk in front of him had him suitably distracted with trying to figure out what the hell [i]'The Capitalizards want your granny's paycheck'[/i] meant.

He was so focused he almost missed as the first person stood, giving her idea and introducing herself as Yvonne, soon followed by Naoko; the pink haired girl to his right from where he was sat in the fourth seat down from the front. She was an odd sort of bubbly-nervous that he wasn't sure he was fond of. She seemed enthusiastic of Yvonne's idea, though didn't give one of her own. When the girl settled herself back down he raised his hand up off his arm a bit.

[color=02e8d5]"I'm Micha, I'm not really in the market to give a shit about parading our usefulness to the people here, I'd rather be sent home anyways."[/color] he introduced instead of throwing in his own idea. Then the thought crossed his mind and he looked up to the chick that seems to have everything together. [color=02e8d5]"We [i]do[/i] get kicked out if we fuck up this competition thing, yeah?"[/color]

As he asked the last part, his stupid brain decided to forget about the ominous creaks and he used his planted foot to push the chair back [i]just a bit and-[/i]

[H3]SNAP

THUD[/H3]

His shoulder met the floor as the chair gave out beneath him, falling to peices and throwing him off. He pushed up from the floor and gave an aggrieved sigh, thinking of Boaz and the fact that he doesn't even know if he can contact him from this hellscape.

[color=02e8d5]"Please tell me we can fuckin' go home."[/color] He grumbled quietly as he returned to his spot and sat down on the floor after clearing the pieces out of the way. This effectively cut his vision off from everyone, and theirs to him as the desk was suddenly the same height as his face.

[color=02e8d5][i]'This is fine.'[/i][/color]