[COLOR=GRAY][hr][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/5sK1ji6.png[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#B7EB6F][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#B7EB6F][b]First Class: # 2.66:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Hypoglycemia, More like Hyperembarassment[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=#B7EB6F][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Rory [@webboysurf], Elle [@Skai], and Haleigh [@Kuro][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#B7EB6F][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Show Them That Song and Dance[/I][/right][/SUP]
[INDENT]Did Coop want to be in Blackjack? The decision had felt like a relief when he’d made it. Finally, he knew someone, and that would make it easier for him to make friends. You always needed to add a little butter to make the pancakes of friendship. It was at that moment his stomach made a low growl. Right. He’d pretty much not eaten during this entire affair. What would it look like if he stood in the middle of proceedings housing a Snickers. Why a Snickers? Did someone say something about Snickers? His hands clapped against his pockets to find nothing but his phone in there. Was he an idiot? [i]No no. No negative talk. Stay positive, Coop. Positive… positive…[/i]

Well, it may have been the wrong time to try to wrestle positivity from the depths in which it resided, considering that there was quite the disruption happening in the middle of Blackjack. A few of the members had decided to leave. One was one silent about the entire thing, but there was quite a verbal battle between the others. If he didn’t have to keep his hands in the ceremonial positions, he would have grabbed his phone and recorded this. He’d never post it online, but it’d be good fodder for learning everyone’s attitudes and what pressed their buttons. Alright, he couldn’t lie, he’d probably post it online [i]later[/i] after he’d done a bit of scrubbing to the identities of people—and added some nice graphics to really impact everything. 

He slid the Blackjack armband on and returned the other two. A couple of other people had joined Blackjack, and he gave his customary smile to either of them before they assimilated into their new group. Right out of the gate, he was welcomed. This was far nicer than the abrasiveness of Firebird. He wondered if that sweet outside would get bitter after he’d been there a little while. The catalyst seemed to be that guy’s death. As long as no one else died, maybe things would remain pretty chummy. 

[color=#B7EB6F]“Cool,”[/COLOR] Coop said to Rory’s introduction. [color=#B7EB6F]“I was in—”[/COLOR] no sports. He realized that would make him a bit of an oddity in regard to the rest of the other well-coifed Americans. Though, he’d tried a lot of sports in his time, and he’d really like competitive swimming. Now that dream was long gone. And with that Rory had already walked away. Man. The sugar withdrawal had really hit him hard, he was focusing worse than usual. His stomach let out another noise that he didn’t care for, and it wasn’t exactly quiet. A wave of heat passed over his face, but he swallowed it down. He needed to accept his house, and then maybe he could find something to eat.

It was then that another member from Firebird handed Rory’s phone to him. She hinted that her number was in there as well. He flashed a smile. [color=#B7EB6F]“Well, since you gave me permission, I totally will.”[/COLOR] He winked. He glanced down at Rory’s phone. Brave man to keep it unlocked. He created a new contact, added his number, put his Twitter handle underneath the number, and then snapped a picture of his face flashing his best smile before adding it to the contact. Of course, he’d have to update it when he didn’t look like he’d been smashed in the face by a tent pole. Coop also grabbed “Elle’s” contact from the list as well. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know her. There was always a chance that he and Calliope had become two different people in the time they’d been a part. Coop hoped not—he really [i]really[/i] hoped not.

He then turned to hand it to one of the other new people. [color=#B7EB6F]“Oh no,”[/COLOR] he remarked, having not paid attention to them. He didn’t know what they looked like or their names. His stomach made another noise, and in hopes of expediting this entire experience, he pocketed Rory’s phone. Maybe they’d be in the same house? 

He pulled his invitations from his pocket and flipped through them. He then glanced up at Rory, watching him run toward the red wolves. [color=#B7EB6F]“That would be a no,”[/COLOR] he remarked. It was then that a girl in a wheelchair rolled up and introduced herself before stating that she wouldn’t need said wheelchair much longer. Was Jesus walking around on the campus? Was she now healed?  That was a stupid thought—[color=#B7EB6F]“I’m Coop. A pleasure to meet you, Haleigh. And I need to do that too before I—”[/COLOR] he let that sentence fade away as he watched her wheel away.

Coop took a deep breath, his stomach smarting as he did so. He swallowed that down as he then made a brisk jog over to the Myotis House. He was a content creator—there were very few occupations that required more creativity. 

[color=#B7EB6F]“I’m Dash Cooper—Coop—and I’m here to accept the Mitosis invitation.”[/COLOR] He paused, turned beet red, and then corrected himself, [color=#B7EB6F]“the Myotis invitation.”[/COLOR] [/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr]