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[/b][/h1][/sup][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]First Class #2.42: [/b][/COLOR] [I]Show Your True Colors[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR][i]N/A[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]New Foes, Old Friends[/I][/right][/SUP]

[color=darkgray]Calliope's mind was a whirlwind of clutter.

After leaving Coop (which she instantly regretted. Here was a face she hadn't seen in forever, a reminder of her past and a possible future for herself and she opted to leave him in the dirt) she made her way to see Banjo. She was sure he would be allowed visitors now. However, she was met with the same nurse who didn't allow her the first time. Instead of no visitors, Banjo was just...gone. Moved elsewhere. Calliope felt her stomach drop. Did the school move him because he was getting worse? Did they intend to do something to him? Did Hyperion manage to sneak in and kidnap him or worse? No one had clear answers.

And now she needed to make her way to the stupid ceremony.

But she did so despite what she really wanted to do which was tear the school apart. Instead, she stood among her team members (what would be left of them) as the Team Swap was underway. She listened to Dr. Lehrer's words. Not their responsibility? What a joke. They were all rendered powerless and forced to witness one of their own murdered before their very eyes. And they were supposed to either continue on as if nothing happened and go to school or leave and go back home to a world that doesn't accept them? Damned if you do.....

Calliope was reminded of how America dealt with tragedies like school shootings and it was weird how this school was almost following that protocol. Yeah, we're sorry your child's school got shot up, thoughts and prayers and all that, but life must go on and don't even think of taking our guns we need them to protect our children!

It was all a fucking joke.

[color=F796A9][i]"What do you plan on doing about it? You can't do anything! Look, even some of your team members don't have faith in you."[/i][/color]

Calli looked up as Trace, with almost venemous words, walked over, essentially saying 'screw you' to Blackjack. Could Calli blame her? Not really, but that didn't stop Calli from thinking [color=F796A9][i]Traitor[/i][/color]. The going got hard so you decided to leave? And it seemed others in her team noticed also. Katja looked like she was on the verge of tears. Calliope wanted to go over and comfort her, but now was the time or place. Plus, what would she say? What COULD she say?

She wouldn't go so far as to say she was friends with most of her team, but she was willing to try. That had to count for something. Calli looked at the armbands, each with a logo of the choices. She looked at Blackjack's, then Firebirds, then Eclipse. 

Calli opened the envelope and peered inside to see her choices. She saw the colors first, then read the words. She was...surprised to say the least. How did she choose? How did anyone choose? Surely people chose for a variety of reasons: Their friends were in one, certain houses had more merit, it looked better, they liked the color, etc. She thought of Banjo and wondered what choices did he have. And then she thought....

Why is she making a choice over a boy? 

A boy she liked, sure. A boy she wanted to get to know better. One who was sweet and kind and caring despite everything. But this was her future. Plus it wasn't like she wouldn't see Banjo. They would be on the same team. Right?

Before she could make a decision, she noticed Coop lift his arm up. She could have sworn it was the logo for Blackjack. Her heart fluttered a bit.

[color=F796A9][i]Shit[/i][/color]

She shook it off. Another problem for another day. She needed to make a choice now. She held her Blackjack armband in her left hand and stayed put. She knew neither of the other teams and, really, she would rather leave the school than join a team full of people she did not know and have to go through it all again. Blackjack might be full of psychopaths, but they were here psychopaths and her among them.

She glanced at the others who stood with her, seeing those who chose to stay put. She nodded. Hopefully they understood her intent. She would see this team through.[/color]