[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c02b1-4686-759e-93a8-ec58d0ea6ae8.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr] [@Trainerblue192][@Kirah]: Gideon’s jaw dropped, distracted momentarily from the loss of her sword. She thought these kids were just dorky losers, the type who would sit in the stands and mock the jocks on the field out of jealousy, as they doodled in their notebooks about yaoi and anime. And yeah, one of them was from Denmark ([i]note: Gideon believes that Denmark is next to Hawaii[/i]), but that wasn’t too weird - people were from places, it was how the world worked. What she didn’t realize though was the dynamic here. This was a liege - what rank was that, a prince? - and his bodyguard. “Oh my god, it’s like Princess Diaries. You’re Mia. And he’s…” Gideon frowned, trying to recall, “Chris Pine, I think? Fucking hell, govna, what are you doing here? Does Denmark not have a good school for you? Too many beaches for them to build one?” She shook her head. She wasn’t going to understand royals. “Also, it’s not Mount Wonderbar, you’d know that if you listened. It’s Mount [i]Wonka[/i]. Like the chocolate factory. Duh.” She didn’t address the entire stuff about whether Little Ben was hurt or not. Maybe people were weaker in Denmark. He looked like a good shove would break his bones - he looked like the sort of person who would keep bread in a nightstand. [@PatientBean][@Blizz]: On closer inspection, Marlena and Millie would realize that the groupies really were [i]groupies[/i]. All of them were identical, from their moles to their clothes to their voices - and almost impossible to count, as if new ones were continuously popping up. It would take the two of them a moment before they would realize that they were dealing effectively with a self replicating hive mind - a singular entity who could spawn more bodies at all, all of whom shared a singular task and dedication. “Okay!! Can you make them all out to Jessie?” they asked, tugging on their shirts and staring at Millicent with expectation, Marlena already forgotten. “A hockey team?” the Jessie gestalt asked, all tilting their heads in unison. “Like, working with other people?” Their heads tilted the other direction, before a round of giggles sounded off. “You’re so funny! Why would we ever do that? We’re all we need - unless… you wanna join up? Being part of a collective has its privileges, and we’d love to have you - even fake Katy Perry can join,” they offered. [@Forsythe]: [i]see Danni’s last post for a description of the tubing set up![/i] [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=ed1c24]Percy Novikov[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b29ec-87e6-745e-afed-c64ed081c458.webp[/img] [hr][b][color=ed1c24]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival [b][color=ed1c24]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet [b][color=ed1c24]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0287-4435-7608-82b5-0b29272f9040.webp]Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans[/url] [hr][/center]The timer on Percy’s phone rang, alerting him that his time sitting on the bench, his knees tucked into his chest, was over. He hit the button to silence it, before checking to see if he had any messages. He expected at least one from his boyfriend, but… there weren’t any beside the one from Chase that he had ignored. He opened that conversation thread up again, his stomach clenching as he skipped the most recent message, scrolling up. The next messages were from almost a year ago - he bit down on the inside of his cheek as he read the last one he’d ever sent to Chase. [hider=Text log: 03.01.38 3:04 AM]Orion - [i]link to a Merthur fanfic on ao3[/i] I thought you would like this. I hope you’re feeling better. x Percival[/hider] That hadn’t been the message he’d wanted to send then. He scrolled up a little more, finding others - a series of them, all unanswered. [hider=Text log: 03.01.38 2:37 AM]Orion - Do you have my scarf still? I can’t find it. x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 03.01.38 1:58 AM]Orion - [i]link to a video describing a historical chess match[/i] I’d like for you to watch this. You’ll see why at the end. x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 03.01.38 1:02 AM]Orion - Were you feeling ill earlier? x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 03.01.38 12:08 AM]Orion - Do you remember when the permission slips are due for next month’s field trip? I cannot recall. x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 02.28.38 11:04 PM]Orion - I am going to bed now, I will see you at school tomorrow. x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 02.28.38 8:47 PM]Orion - Are you there? Did you fall asleep? x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 02.28.38 7:00 PM]Orion - I am logging on now. Please call me when you are ready to play. x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 02.28.38 6:34 PM]Orion - Are we still playing Final Fantasy tonight? I was hoping to make some progress on leveling my scholar. x Percival[/hider] [hider=Text log: 02.28.38 5:59 PM]Orion - How are you? I have not heard from you today. I hope you are alright. My mother is making matzo ball soup. You are lucky you are not here. x Percival[/hider] He remembered a year ago, he’d wanted nothing more than to see his best friend write a reply. And now that he had one, he didn’t know what to do with it. He was torn between moving forward with Chase and pretending nothing had ever happened, that he had never loved so much and been hurt so deeply. For each part of him that wanted to try, another part was terrified to do so. He didn’t even know why he wanted to try - if it was a genuine urge to repair the friendship, if it was the pressure to redeem a villain, if it was the expectations of the others who had already accepted Chase and decided they liked him to smooth it all over. He swiped back down to the most recent message, his fingers almost frozen as he wrote a reply, agonizingly slowly. He had to retype it half a dozen times, as each time, a different language bubbled to the surface. [hider=@Trojan Horse][s]Orion[/s] Chase - [s]Can you not go to your own room instead?[/s] [s]I missed you.[/s] [s]I changed my mind. I do not want contact from you.[/s] [s]Enjoy. I do not intend to sleep there.[/s] [s]I feel so weak.[/s] I am not ready yet to have you in my room, both when I am present and when I am not there. I understand the need to have a safe place to have sex, perhaps you can host Ben in your room for now. I need a place where I can feel safe, too. I will request a roommate change so this will not be an issue going forward. I am willing to try to forgive you and to reconnect, but it will take me more than just one conversation over a few minutes to heal these festered wounds. I saw you now, at the end of some altercation, and it terrified me. I am not yet your friend. I am still the boy you shoved into lockers. I am sorry. Regards, Perseus Novikov[/hider] He hit send on the message, and then he muted the conversation. He didn’t want to see if Chase replied - or worse, if he didn’t say anything at all. He put the phone back in his pocket and stood from the bench, drying his puffy eyes on the back of his sleeve. There were a variety of activities he could try to do, but truthfully he had no interest in any of them. He felt numb having sent that, having read through the past. They were supposed to have gone ice skating, and the rink was visible from his vantage point, so he shuffled off towards it.[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=42A9FF]April Kingston-Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2a42-176d-736d-87cd-e80ef331aa59.webp[/img] [hr][b][color=42A9FF]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival [b][color=42A9FF]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb [b][color=42A9FF]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0288-fffb-75e9-a893-c52428fffbb6.webp]Denim jumpsuit and shorts[/url], [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0289-6076-72bb-aa81-e8cae051d70b.webp]pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses[/url] [hr][/center]April was quiet for a moment, chewing on their thumbnail as they considered Danni’s question with all the seriousness afforded to it. They didn’t talk about it as much as they did the superhero curricula, but they were in a heavy amount of science classes, due to their interest in environmental preservation. These required a good deal of math and one of their teachers was fond of starting class each day with Fermi problems, asking absurd questions and expecting their students to be able to produce an estimate based on what they knew about the world. They had gone snow tubing before, and remembered the rush going down the slope, unaided with any powers - a rush that was beyond fun, and if they had to compare the speed to anything… it would be Space Mountain. And thanks to their Pops and Papa’s obsessions with theme parks, a fact suddenly hit them - that Space Mountain’s top speed was 28 mph. So if ordinary tubing could get up to Space Mountain, and Danni wanted to hit 100 mphs… That was about three Space Mountains of speed. And of course, since normal tubing wasn’t aided by powers, reaching three times its usual rate seemed more than achievable. [color=42A9FF]“That’s three Space Mountains - I think we can do better!”[/color] April affirmed. [color=42A9FF]“People without powers can get one Space Mountain, so with you boosting us with the flames and me making sure we don’t catch on any uneven terrain, I think we could get to like… like 200 mphs!”[/color] Bubbly energy started filling them, too, as they pictured making a ramp at the end - and flying all the way across the carnival, catapulted into the sky. It was a [i]really[/i] good thing they weren’t afraid of heights. But with Danni there, what could go wrong? He could fly them out of any trouble. And it wasn’t like the teachers would get mad, right? If anything, they’d just be impressed by the creative use of powers. [color=42A9FF]“Ooo, we are def making a ramp - I can make the ice come up real fast for it, too! I don’t see a scoreboard, but what if you stream us and put us on your socials, so we can document the attempt?”[/color] they suggested, bounding up the slope with their brother excitedly. [color=42A9FF]“Amelie is gonna looove this!!”[/color]