[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019dc2ca-2895-73c4-87bc-da221945dee6.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]

[@Blizz][@PatientBean]: Carlie regarded Leah with a flat expression for a moment, the living embodiment of the :| emoticon. “I’m from Australia, not Mars,” she scoffed, before her head tilted slightly in interest, “or whatever part of Jotunheim got hit hard with global warming.” She didn’t offer her name, crossing her arms as she studied the other girl a little longer. “You look like you want something from me. What is it - validation?”

[i]Oh! I don’t mind! I’m demisexual, thanks for asking! My pronouns are he/him/his. What about you?[/i] Carlos replied happily to Marlena, although all in the immediate vicinity would hear his thoughts echoing in their minds. He didn’t seem to be able to filter out who he spoke to specifically - or maybe he simply didn’t care if others overheard him. He then angled himself to look at Sabine for a moment, rotating and turning until he came to a stop. [i]You look really familiar… Oh! You were in my dream last night! Did you change your hair? It looks… normal.[/i]

[@Kirah][@Trainerblue192]: As they arrived at the ice skating rink, Gideon could not help but cackle. “Look who it is!” She gestured towards the center of the ice, where two familiar faces were fumbling from a sudden entrance to the rink. “God, it’s like the fucking univese wants me to babysit these two. I ran into them at the contest, then we ran into them earlier, and here we are, back again, ready to finish what we started… I’ve got a new sword and some knuckle blades, you’re durable as shit, and now we have the added element of ice? Going to be a fucking legendary fight, let’s go!” she beamed, bounding up to the skate rental to grab a pair. She took a women’s thirteen. 

[@Forsythe]: Vicky can successfully melt down the ramp… although it is a slow and grueling process. The larger issue, of course, is that the ramp was positioned at the base of the sledding hill - the base of the hill that was covered in snow and currently had a large number of students milling about, preparing for their next tubing run. The ramp melts. The large ramp melts. The large ramp melts to become a large amount of water. The water mixes with the snow on the ground and becomes a soupy, slushy mess. There is now a giant soup pond at the base of the tubing hill. A giant soup pond that a dozen students are currently hurtling at in their tubes.[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 - Near Fortune Telling Tent
[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 frowned slightly, as a bit of shame crept in. Millie had already explained it wasn’t Luna Snow? How had they missed that, how had they - …[i]oh[/i]. It must have been in the group chat Millie had with their brothers. The one they weren’t in. Right. They were being awkward in front of a literal pop star and… some troubled teen. Cool, cool, cool. That wasn’t social suicide at all. The posters of Excelsior everywhere [i]definitely[/i] were offsetting any blunders they were making here, right? Before they could sink too deeply into a doom spiral though, they were brought back into the present as their brother wrapped himself around them, demanding that they turn the hot chocolate back into chocolate milk water. [color=42A9FF]“Uh, Dorian possessed me and got rid of the hot chocolate water,”[/color] they apologized. [color=42A9FF]“I guess it kinda ended up looking like yellow snow, but shittier… literally? I also, like, don’t wanna know what drinking that would do to your skin. Like probs [i]major[/i] breakout territory. So maybe we get some fresh chocolate milk - maybe we can snag some from the cafeteria?”[/color] 

They then studied the new girl for a moment. Her clothes were clearly not from this century - maybe even this universe. She looked like she belonged in a fantasy setting, maybe Game of Thrones or something along those lines, albeit a bit more colorful. There were a few students at the school who came from other worlds and it was always hard to adjust, so April eyed her with sympathy. [color=42A9FF]“You know what her fit is giving?”[/color] they asked their brother. [color=42A9FF]“Andy, with her Y2K fit. If she is timey-whimey, maybe Andy can help her calm down and settle in? Give her something to do that isn’t hitting everyone?”[/color] And if this new girl really was violent, maybe having Andy around would be a good call. Her fists were rated E for Everyone. 

April’s phone was buzzing like crazy anyway, as they opened it up to several texts - from Marlena, Andy, Sabine, and Vicky. Their fingers were a blur as they shot back - 

[hider=@Marlena]maybe dealing with someone from like the fucking fifteenth century??? Idk come to the magic tent if u wanna help!!! theyre confused af and might be about to throw hands???[/hider]

[hider=@Excelsior]come to magic tent there is a blonde chick who seems to be from fucking camelot or something idk plz hurry she might be violent kk love u all byeee[/hider][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 - Near Fortune Telling Tent
[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]Percy squinted his eyes at the chat log, before nodding, impressed. [color=ed1c24]“Some of Danni’s better spelling,”[/color] he remarked. It was almost legible. His brain had almost begun to recognize Danni’s texts as a distinct language of their own, particularly after his best friend had started insisting that Percy send emojis in his texts to help to convey tone. He only did it for Danni as otherwise, he was afraid the other boy would break down into tears, sobbing that Percy was being an ass… again. [color=ed1c24]“But very well, let us go speak with Ysayle and hear of her vendetta against the Holy See.”[/color]

His heart skipped a beat as Dorian wrapped him up in his powers, gently gliding them both up and through the air, leaving the skating rink behind. Yes, they were on their way to deal with a new crisis, having barely made a few laps around the rink… but it was still sweet and soft, still incredible to be able to quite literally soar through the air with his boyfriend, to not just feel like he was floating around him but to actually be.

They landed outside the fortune teller’s tent - the same tent where a few months earlier, Agatha Harkness had proclaimed that Percy was already madly in love, and that he was destined to lose it all. He frowned as he saw it, a chill running up his spine. Mystical forces were difficult to parse and even more difficult to guard against. He had asked Mr. Gray some questions during those few moments where he was waiting for Dorian or Danni, but his answers had been confusing and meandering, as if he was more interested in ensuring he was aesthetically cool and mysterious than helpful. [color=ed1c24]“I don’t suppose your father ever gave advice on what to do if you find a distressed girl outside a mystical tent?”[/color] he asked, before frowning even more sharply, practically scowling at the newcomer.