[center][h3][b][color=de641d]Teddy Thompson[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/IQ9KefLJHfJPq/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47zmucl65wvm0lqsnrw3vjxrpujakf2rpf39nxjwe6&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][hr][b][color=de641d]Location:[/color][/b] Stark Hall - Outside doorway to Room 401 [b][color=de641d]Skills:[/color][/b] None Used! [hr][hr][/center] [color=de641d]“Oooh, huh. Small world…”[/color] Teddy continued, trying his absolute best to figure out small talk in real time. Though he couldn’t help but let out a hearty chuckle when she asked if he was a speedster. [color=de641d]“Ahh…I’m more of a slow and steady kind of guy. Hell, I get winded just listening to them talk.”[/color] he offered with another chuckle. When the other girl began to speak, Teddy finally approached the room properly, realizing that having a conversation across two separate rooms was, quite frankly, the worst possible way to do this. Leaning against the doorframe, he only caught a glimpse of Ardere’s odd smile as she explained her powers. A chill ran down his spine. It lasted for only but a moment, but in that time, Teddy’s more animalistic instincts had kicked in and he had unconsciously been preparing himself to either fight the girl or flee. Luckily, the perceived threat had passed almost as quickly as it had arrived. Teddy was, by all rights, fairly well disciplined, and as such, he had managed to process the moment with only a subtle twitching of the fingers and eye, but still there was a heavy guilt that gripped his heart afterwards. [color=de641d]“I…also struggle with Baked Alaska. Hard to show restraint with the torch. Though I do make a mean strawberry pie.”[/color] Teddy joked, trying to salvage the vibe in the room. [color=de641d]“But, no seriously, that’s pretty impressive. I can’t say I do anything too flashy - mainly just lift heavy stuff.”[/color] he shrugged. A beat later, when the girls both seemed to light up at his mentioning of the spaceship, Teddy silently celebrated. [color=de641d]“It’s uh…I think it’s an old Kree ship?”[/color] he explained, trying not to outright gush about a niche interest of his to the girls. Not yet. Get them inside the alien spacecraft first, THEN nerd out over the mechanical marvels. [color=de641d]“Well, awesome, yeah, if you’re both ready then we can head on over.”[/color] he said before pushing off the doorframe and moving a paw to his pocket, fishing around for something. [color=de641d]“I’m just gonna text a friend and see if she wants to meet up. I think she’s showing her little brother around anyway, so the more the merrier, yeah?”[/color] he announced absentmindedly before pulling a phone with a horribly cracked screen from his pocket. He held it in one hand, using his index finger to carefully - and slowly - hunt for each letter as he composed a text with all the skill and grace of an elderly luddite. [hider=@Diana] [color=de641d]Iam showing a ome frdshmen atound campus a nd we're heading t up the s paces hip if yoù a b d Perrc want to j oi I b us.[/color][/hider] [hr] [center][h3][b][color=97aaad]Phan Le ‘Chill’ Mai[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/Z1ENXTzr1L9SbYKr5i/giphy.gif?cid=790b7611698e917f12877a3dc4dcf63e937ea43745920e4a&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][hr][b][color=97aaad]Location:[/color][/b] The Field (School Carnival) - Approaching Agatha’s Hut - Chronic Remix [b][color=97aaad]Skills:[/color][/b] None Used! [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1063984384832704654/1064001599313281105/mai_day_1.jpg]~First Day Fit~[/url][hr][hr][/center] How did it end up like this? Mai couldn’t begin to understand how it had come to be, but there she was - nuzzled into Vicky. She had originally intended to just walk beside her, but Vicky gave her an opening. The other girl’s gentle patting on her back caused Mai to burp, but like, just a little bit, nothing too disgusting. Not yet, anyway, but one should only continue patting at one’s own risk. Vicky scolded her. And to her credit, she had a point. But when the girl - Zari - answered anyway, Mai couldn’t help but laugh, burying her face into Vicky’s side before pulling away, still hee-hee-hooing. [color=97aaad]“Bruhhhh…”[/color] she gasped. The timing of it all was just grade-fucking-A. Get fucked, Vicky, bitches loved Mai. Why else would she answer? Rules meant nothing. Wiping her mouth and nose with the back of her hand, Mai had to look up to see Vicky’s face as she spoke. Bad idea. Her head felt fuzzy. It was as if somebody had turned motion blur on IRL. And…right beyond Vicky’s face was a set of clouds that looked sort of like a chimp kissing a fish. Y’know, if you like, squint your eyes just right. When Vicky mentioned Agatha’s name, Mai’s mouth dropped. [color=97aaad]“BRUH! Why the fuck does everybody wanna see that spooky bitch? Fuck me, fine, I’ll go.”[/color] she exclaimed, resigning herself to her fate. And fate it was - as Mai began to make out her Fab Five directly ahead. The crew. The famski. The peeps. [color=97aaad]“I’M BACK, BITCHES!”[/color] she announced to her people before regret found its way into her heart. Oh shit. She didn’t tell April. Fuck. April would know. Fuck. April would definitely know. Shit. Shit. Shit shit shitshitshitshit- “YO!” Mai exclaimed excitedly, running like an overstimulated puppy at a family gathering from Vicky and Zari over to Andy and Leah once she spotted her [s]conveniently timed out[/s] roommate. [color=97aaad]“ROOMIE!”[/color] she hollered as she drew near, skidding to a halt by Andy’s side. [color=97aaad]“Those chips were fucking awesome! We gotta…we gotta get more.”[/color] She said, dropping to almost a whisper as realization dawned on her. She should get some more. But where would she get them now? Weren’t they a treat? A gift from the roomie? She couldn’t just go to a store and get them, could she? Her eyes moved from Andy to the tent. There was one surefire way to find out… Phan Le Chi Mai broke away from the groups and approached the tent - lines be damned - and stood in front of the entrance flaps, steeling herself. She then dropped into a squat, tucked her head between her knees and started muttering. [color=97aaad]“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…but we gotta get more…”[/color] She then popped back up to her feet, spun around to face her classmates, and offered a cheesy grin with a peace sign before backing her way into the tent- it was less scary if you didn’t have to see yourself ENTERING the spooky spot. That was just a cold, hard, scientific fact. As she disappeared behind the fabric, she let out the loudest fear burp she could possibly muster. To ward off bad spirits or something, I dunno. Bitch was just gassy. Carnival food just sort of be like that sometimes.