[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=42A9FF]April[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a32b8-61bb-718f-82f1-903e3238ae55.webp[/img]
[hr][hr][/center]	Immediately, April shot a text to the number Marlena had saved in her phone - [i][color=42A9FF]hey, this is April, the cute girl from the party! 😘[/color][/i] and then she slid her phone back into her pocket. She was planning on spending the night with her teammates, continuing to celebrate their win, and ideally fall asleep in the midst of a cuddle pile. Nothing would happen with Marlena this evening, but there was always the future - and the rush of her confidence being rewarded with a cute girl’s number was intoxicating. [color=42A9FF]“Totally!”[/color] April grinned. [color=42A9FF]“Wanna come sit with me and my friends? I’ll introduce you!”[/color]

	She didn’t really wait for Marlena to respond, before motioning for her to follow April on back to the table she’d left Danni behind at. America and Eli were still there, along with a new face - April gasped. Millie Broadway?! She was here? She did a double take, before noting even more celebrities - Harry Simmons and Eva Moore! In all the excitement and drama of the contest, she’d almost forgotten how she’d run into them at the hotel on the first day. And then she looked again, seeing Danni sprawled on the ground with Patriot on top of him - no one seemed worse for wear, at least. Almost like magic. 

	[color=42A9FF]“You okay, Danni?”[/color] April asked. [color=42A9FF]“Also - Millie! Can I call you Millie? So cool to meet you! Are you - are you coming to Margaret Carter? Or just in the neighborhood?”[/color] She was beginning to get used to the insane number of connections Danni and Dorian had. They knew almost every mutant on the planet it seemed - and almost every celebrity, too. [color=42A9FF]“I’m April, by the way - or Cascade, if you were watching the contest - but just call me April!”[/color] She hesitated for a moment. Did she offer a hug? A handshake? What were you supposed to do with celebrities? [color=42A9FF]“Do you hug?”[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=ed1c24]Percy[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b29ec-87e6-745e-afed-c64ed081c458.webp[/img][hr][b][color=ed1c24]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception
[hr][hr][/center]	Percy’s face was bright red, mortified as they ended up kissing deeply in front of Dorian’s father. Between James potentially catching him with alcohol in his system (nothing seemed to have come of that, thankfully - it must have just been his paranoia getting to him, there was no way he’d noticed anything wrong…) and Ben now having a front row seat to the two of them making out, he had no idea what Dorian’s family must have thought of him. He glanced over at the area where the adults were congregating, and relaxed slightly as he didn’t spot either of his mothers among them. If they had seen his near meltdown, followed by an incredibly public display of affection… 

	He took a bite of a beignet, suddenly ravenously hungry. If he was lucky, it was the beginning of a growth spurt. It probably wasn’t, though. He hadn’t gotten any taller all semester. He’d checked. 

	He cleared his throat slightly, before standing up and moving over to Dorian, where he’d fled to the opposite end of the table. There were a few options for where they could sit. They could go sit with the adults - a terrible choice. They could sit with Leah and Sabine… and Chase - out of the question. They could sit alone, which would be Percy’s preference, but he doubted it was Dorian’s. If anything, Percy would be very happy to go back to Dorian’s house and give his boyfriend a victory present or two. So the remaining choice, then, was the table with April, another blonde he didn’t know, America Chavez, and Danni and Patriot sprawled out on the floor… 

	[color=ed1c24]“Where do you want to sit?”[/color] Percy asked Dorian, mostly as a courtesy, as he had already determined Danni’s table would be the least terrible option. He was dreading how popular the dance floor seemed to have become. The music was nice, at the very least. And he wasn’t necessarily against dancing, he just hated the physical touch that seemed to come along with it. His old school had done dancing units in physical education, and Percy had conveniently been sick for each and every one of them.