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Mood: Pissed

Page had been preoccupied with checking her social media. With no response from the 'tin man', she was beginning to suspect he might have frozen solid outside. The idea of it made her chuckle. She would have to go out and defrost him later. The gleeful daydream was scattered by hollered statement from the cafeteria.

"PICKING ON MY FRIEND!"

Yea, it was only part of a statement but it did not take a rocket scientist to put the rest of that together with a room full of children. The voice was easy to determine too. It was the Haywood boy. Last thing they needed was his family having more reason to sue them for something.

Some confusing statement, that Page could not make out followed. It must have been the new student.

“MEESTA MARORI, PREESE HEP KENDI ANDO MEESTA AREN MAKUNABU! DEMON IS ATTAKU ZEM!”

"Why me?"

Nearly dropping her phone, Page went fumbling back from the hallway into the cafeteria. Bursting through the door she saw Kendrick and the other tailed girl already in an altercation. Mr. McNabb was, of course, not doing a damn thing. Still sitting in the chair he had been left like a buffoon.

Not even bothering to look beyond the two brawling children before her, Page roared the way only a woman with motherly instincts could. "KNOCK IT OFF NOW!"

Orange sparks of flame erupted from thin air around the room. It was harmless fizzles of bright light that lingered in the air like a firework display for a moment before slowly fading to nothingness.

A snarling evil glare was plastered on the young secretary's face as she closed the few feet between her and dueling pair. Now standing by, with hands on her hips, she silently fumed, waiting for an explanation.

"So, just what in the blue blazing moon is going on in here? HMMMM?"

Yep, that coffee this morning was definitely working.

The J · Mar 28, 2017

Hadrian Alburn
Inside Facility 108
Can someone pick up the phone? Because I hear JUSTICE CALLING!

Hadrian loved the sound of a game of capture the flag. He'd never played before, but from what he could guess it was quite simple, and seemed enjoyable, not to mention he'd be reasonably well-suited for it. No danger in running around on slippery floors for him, and he could do a lot of running at a pretty good speed.
Hot chocolate was a fantastic bonus. People gave him weird looks when he did it, but he loved to down it completely in one, not minding it scorching his mouth, throat, gullet and stomach all the way down. it made him feel so nice and warm inside, and hey, it tasted great too.
He reckoned he'd be fine without a parka. His current coat was a brownish beige, camouflaged enough just by the snow falling on it. He'd certainly be warm enough if he was running around without it.
Several of the other students appeared to be in some sort of altercation. Somehow, a teddy bear had been animated... a power? Probably. But Hadrian frowned when Sam mocked him. He didn't like her cruel laugh and began stepping forwards when Kendrick launched himself at her to get the toy back.
Hadrian only hesitated a second after Page's display before stepping up to the two of them fighting, and grabbed Kendrick's jacket. he used the grip to pull the boy back to standing, before telling Sam, "Don't you sneer at him just for loving something. That's really shitty."

Necessity4Fun · Mar 29, 2017

Kendrick Haywood

Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Cafeteria
People Around: Sam, Page Morgan and Hadrian Aburn (?).
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Today's Toys: Ted

It seems this situation has gone out of the roof. *sigh* Just another day at AEGIS...

At the sight of Sam's approaching tail, Kendrick recoiled back in alarm, but not in time to get out of the way. Having been raised to his knees by the appendage, the boy instinctively gasped for air, bringing a hand to loose the wrapped object a bit. It's not that it was that tight around his neck, but certainly disconcerting either way:

"What the hell...I think I'm doing? What the hell do you think you're doing?!", he glanced back at her in indignation, "Ever heard of the concept of 'asking for permission'? Heck. You weren't even holding it properly!"

Opening his mouth to protest further, perhaps the start of a long rant, Kendrick was gathering all the things he wanted to say... Or would, because Ms.Morgan's voice echoed from behind them, and it wasn't a happy tone:

"KNOCK IT OFF NOW!"

It was the first time sometime had raised their voice at him.
Frozen in shock, Kendrick stopped everything else, focusing beyond him for a follow-up reaction from the woman. Since the teenager had never been in this situation before, it was hard to determine which answers to give and which results to expect. Truth be told, no one that had played the mother's part in his life would get any closer to yelling like that and not even his parents were very fond of the practice. Blackmailing, manipulation, guilt trip, diminishing his accomplishments? All valid tactics. But raising their voices like that? Unconceivable!

"She started it!", he complained, pointing at the girl, "All she had to do was ask, but NO! She had to take Ted without permission for...God knows what, and then hold it in the worst.way.possible! Do you have any idea of how fickle-"

Before he started going on in the several technicalities on plushes, neck areas and putting strain on seams, Kendrick felt himself being pulled out of the floor and quickly turned his head trying to grasp who and how. It was that Aburn guy, but instead of him doing like a normal person and grabbing the boy by the arm, he had decided to pull him by his clothing! The teen's eyes went wide in alarm by the fact his rather new and expensive black coat was being put through such brutality. Oh, it better not rip from this...

"T-thank you.", Kendrick replied with the most feeble 'thank you' ever, that might also have sounded insincere, while tapping his clothes clean.

Honestly, after having his case defended that way, the boy no longer had the motivation to complain about the coat-pulling, feeling a bit ashamed to even have considered said option... But of course, he would rather die before admitting either of those things.

With a sigh overlapping his aching ego, Kendrick caught sight of Ted, lying down a couple feet away from Sam, where it had landed after the tackle. 'Beckoning' it closer to him, the toy used its front limbs for support to get back up and dashed in the direction of his owner, hiding behind the boy and peeking around the corner akin to a frightened child. Both of them stayed at the ready for Sam's reactions. Kendrick dared her to come and mess with Ted again. Oh no, he wasn't going to let that happen a second time. And then he realized something else was amiss...
The room was suddenly too silent. After everything that had happened, one would be expected to have been showered with questions at this point. Probably, more questions than he could answer to. But strangely enough, there was a very distinct lack of inquiry... No matter how you looked at this picture, someone was definitely missing from it.

"Uhh, has anyone seen where Manami went?", the boy asked after looking around the room and noticing the girl was nowhere close by, "Odd that she's not around, this all began because of her misinterpretation of multiple facts. I certainly owe her most of the explanations..."

Lioness075 · Mar 30, 2017


Name: Samantha 'Sam' Casan	Rank: B
Power: Superspeed	Attire: White parka, usual dark grey sweatshirt, jeans with bootcut, barefoot
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Sam snarled at Kendrick, retorting, "Well, I didn't tackle you for no reason! And I wasn't about to drop the stupid toy! If you hadn't tackled me, it'd still be in the air and not on the ground."
She left her tail where it was, holding Kendrick in place and keeping him mostly off of her now. Focusing most of her attention on her tail staying in place, Sam maneuvered herself so she was in a crouch before the teen.

Before she could make another move, the new student stepped in and helped Kendrick out of her tail's grip, with which Sam didn't bother to resist. She'd gotten him off of her and she was mobile again. No need to choke the teen or anything.
Moving her tail back to her side, Sam slowly stood back up and rolled her eyes at what the new student said to her.
"It's just a little toy, I'm sure he could live without it."

Or so she thought until the toy came to life and ran to cower behind one of Kendrick's legs. What the hell?
Muttering under her breath, Sam added, "Okay, maybe not then."
She had no idea how his power worked, but anyone connecting to another object or person often had some empathetic connection. Did Kendrick feel any pain when the teddy bear flew out of her hand and slid along the floor?

Just then, Ms. Morgan stepped in and spontaneously combusted. Eyes wide, Sam took a hesitant step back, wondering if she should quickly head outside to start the stupid game. Had to be safer than being in the same room as this phoenix.

Smirking at Kendrick's quick finger-pointing, Sam crossed her arms over her chest while her tail flicked about behind her.
"I was just messing around. He took things too seriously and needs to learn how to relax."

Wondering if they should all head out to start the stupid game by now, Sam was about to say the question out loud when Kendrick mentioned Manami. Oh, so that was the fish girl's name.
Looking around, Sam narrowed her glowing green eyes at a limp body in front of Mr. McNabb, the creep teacher. Promptly, Sam facepalmed before moving her hand aside and saying, "She's by Mr. McNabb, who I doubt is going to be helping her anytime soon."

ManicMuse · Mar 30, 2017

PAGE MORGAN
Location: Cafeteria
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Page was not overly impressed with the display before her. Granted one of the kids came to Kendrick's aid, giving him a helping hand up. Still, no one had bothered to come to help prior to her intervening. To make matters worse, that fact was even more pointed with lack of action on Mr. McNabb's part. Given his class, this situation seemed like it would have made a perfect teaching exercise. It was his job to mold these children to be productive members of society!

Allowing her pointed gaze to travel over each of the three students, as they dealt out an explanation or excuse, she sighed and folded her arms. Then slowly she turned her focus to Mr. McNabb. There Page stopped and pondered the situation. Deep down there was a deep desire to rip into the old man at that particular moment. Mr. Mallory had a valid excuse, he had been busy setting up for the exercise. Mr. McNabb on the other hand, did not. However, he had also just been in an accident. Caught up in trying to decide out her next move, Page had entirely overlooked the passed out lump of a body that was Manami, until the kids brought it to her attention.

The sight of the poor soul crumpled on the floor was enough to cause Page to blurt out, "What the hell did you do to her?!" Rushing over and kneeling at the girl'[s side, she reached out to roll her onto her back.

Trying to remember the training from Urial's blue card first aid course, her brain scrambled through the textbook chapters.

"Right."

First leaning in and checking for a pulse, she then verified breathing. Now it was time for the external pain stimuli check. Baring her knuckles down, where she hoped the Manami's sternum would be, she rubbed firmly.

Whelp, the kid was not brain dead, "Thank god." Placing a hand on the girl's forehead only revealed a cool scaly lack luster revelation of nothing.

Looking up at McNabb, Page worked very hard to control her tone, but still letting most of her condescending tone slip through, "I don't suppose you know what happened to her? You did not try to murder someone else this morning, did you?"

She felt the implication, given another instructors actions was clear enough.

Reaching back to grasp the end of a cafeteria table right behind her, she pulled herself up off her knees. The motion in itself was inconsequential. However, an uncapped bottle of water been left unattended on very same table. The tug, pull and push off of the secretary as she worked to stand was enough to cause the lonely bottle of water to rock. After a few seconds of uncertain balance, the sloshing of the water within the container sent it flopping over onto its side. Splashing Page in the initial flop, the water continued to gush from the container as it rolled right off the end of the table.

Still leaking its precious life giving fluid, the bottle flipped end over end as it fell to the dull aged tile floor below, spewing speckled droplets of water on all in range of the little makeshift sprinkler.

Cringing and staring at the wet spots on her outfit, like she had just been assaulted, Page rubbed hopelessly at the watermarks. "Great, just brilliant."

Bag o Fruit · Apr 6, 2017

Allen McNabb

ManicMuse There was a shout from down the hall. McNabb's head swiveled up in its general direction. Ooh, "what in the blue blazing moon"! We should file that one somewhere. As it is, everything in our list of acceptable exclamations begins with G.

Page shouted again, this time at him. "What the hell did you do to her?!"

"Miss Morgan!" McNabb said, disapprovingly, as Page ran over to him. "I oughtn't need to remind you that that kind of language is unacceptable in a- huh? Oh, I'm sure she's fine!"

Page began to perform simple diagnostics on the sleeping girl on the floor. Allen's head fell into a downward angle to observe. Oh yeah. We were about to do that, probably.

"I don't suppose you know what happened to her? You did not try to murder someone else this morning, did you?"

"Not tat all, Miss Morgan! Sh-she was yellling... something. And th-then... she fell to the f-floor."

Page ascended a table, knocking a bottle of water onto the floor. Allen's eyes watched it tumble. Manami's blue skin caught at the edge of his vision...

Waitaminute...

Lazarus commanded Allen to dive for the bottle, causing the chair to shoot out behind him and him to trip over Manami. As the nasty bruise in his forehead disappeared, he crawled for the bottle before too much of its water could leak out, grabbed it, causing a good amount of water to leak out, and poured it on Manami's face.

Brilliant!

Gus · Apr 26, 2017

Manami Hamasaki

Location: Cafeteria floor
Nearby: Kind old Mr. Mallory and Pretty Akage no Page.
Mood: Refreshed!
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Manami was dreaming. In her dream, she was wandering in a desert. The pitiless sun beat down, baking her scales. He gills flapped weakly, rasping dry air through nearly desiccated tissues. She squinted up, looking for any sign of clouds, but there were none. Oddly though, the sun seemed to have long red hair. She looked angry, the sun, or at least irritated. There were no facial features, so Manami could not say for sure what gave the impression of irritation exactly, but perhaps it was something to do with how the sun tossed her hair to the side, as if trying to flick away flies. But there were no flies. Only the moon. The moon, whose face was so round and wrinkly it reminded her of Mr. Mallory.

OH! The moon was Mr. Mallory's face!

Except it wasn't the moon, it was a cloud. Mr. Mallory smiled broadly and covered the sun, bringing delightful cooling shade. Manami shouted up, hoping he could hear her way up there.

“SANK YU MR. MALLORY! MAYBE ALSO PLEASE RAIN FOR ME?”

And Mr. Mallory smiled down, saying “Brilliant!” and poured down a stream of life giving water directly into Manami's upturned face.

Her eyes popped open and she sat up, wiping the water from her cheeks toward her gills. Mr. Mallory hovered over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck impulsively saying over and over:

“Sank Yu! Sank yu! Sank yu!”

Gus · Apr 26, 2017

Aaron Mallory

Location: Cafeteria
Nearby: Everyone
Mood: Obliviously Excited!
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Aaron bustled back into the cafeteria, cheeks still flushed from the brisk air outside—not that anyone could tell. If it weren't for the blur, he'd probably have been positively glowing. Rubbing his hands together, completely missing the lingering tensions in the room he said, “All right teams! The faculty fort is all ready to go! We'll wait there and give you five minutes to hide your flag before we start looking. You have the advantage, knowing where to look for ours, but don't you underestimate us old folks!” To Page and Allen he simply added: “Shall we?”

Bag o Fruit · May 1, 2017

Allen McNabb

Gus The bluish girl leaped to his neck and began to speak. "Sank yu!"

Oh no! Oh... um, blue blazing moon!! Mustn't listen mustn't listen mus-... wait. What did she say?

Lazarus tuned in again, picking up Manami continuing to chant "-ank yu sank yu sank yu sank yu san-"

This rings true of a previous event... Lazarus scrolled through quite a list of important filed memories before settling on The Rescue of Tabitha Crane. Tabitha Crane, they recalled, had flung her arms around Allen's neck and begun to repeat 'thank you thank you thank you' over and over. Could it be...

Lazarus manually readjusted Allen's auditory canal until Manami's words became clear: "Thank yu thank yu thank yu!"

"Ah!" Lazarus involuntarily made Allen exclaim. "You are welcome! You are welcome! You are wel-"

Allen's pleasantry exchange was interrupted by Mister Aaron Mallory arriving with good news. "All right teamth! The faculty fort ith all ready to go! We'll wait there and give you five minuteth to hide your flag before we thtart looking. You have the advantage, knowing where to look for ourth, but don't you underethtimate uth old folkth! Shall we?”

Allen grinned. "Shhall we what? Err, n-nevermind, yes, l-let's!"

Necessity4Fun · May 5, 2017

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Kendrick Haywood

Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Cafeteria
People Around: Sam, Page Morgan and Hadrian Aburn (?), Hamasaki Manami, Allen McNabb and Aaron Mallory ((Hey, that's everyone! ALMOST!))
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Today's Toys: Ted

Any explanations I'm owing will have to wait now...

"Did she just tell me to relax?!"

Unbelieving, Kendrick stared at Sam in complete silence. It was clear he was still angry, and with reason! The girl kidnapped his friend and suddenly he was at fault for taking things too seriously?? And what did she mean with 'just messing around'? If that was her take on a joke, well, it wasn't funny to anyone other than her, which was a clear contradiction to the definition of 'joke' in the first time.

If he had to relax, then Sam had to be more considerate.
Hadn't she mentioned reading earlier? He'd bet that taking a book from her without permission and opening it slightly over 180 degrees would have triggered a similar reaction than his. They're all 'inanimate objects' per se, teddy bears and books, what would be the difference then? None. It was illogical to classify both of their likings in a hierarchy of value since they were worth the same. Why was it so hard to understand?

She seemed to have stopped bothering him, and honestly the boy himself was tired of this. Arguing logic right now would be counter-productive, annoying and too much of a hassle. Kendrick sighed, loosening the defensive stance he had taken earlier. His calm however, did not last long once his inquiry about Manami's whereabouts had received an unpleasant reply. Why Mr. McNabb from all people? Not that he was a bad person, but uhh...

"What the hell did you do to her?!", Page Morgan's voice interrupted his trail of thought, letting the boy know that the issue at hand was more than just weird shenanigans this time.

Ms. Morgan dashed away from the group and worried about what could be going on, Kendrick turned to discover what her destination was. On the almost opposite side of the Cafeteria was the surprising scene of Allen McNabb staring down, with an uncanny joyful expression, at Manami passed out in the floor, heartlessly ignored. Behind the boy, Ted went inert and fell on it's back as the owner's ability stopped it's influence. Kendrick, exasperated, watched the first minutes of Page Morgan doing what seemed like a medical check up, before he turned back at Sam.
The apparent lack of regret and care on the girl caused a mix or worry and his own guilt to boil into anger and frustration. How dare she answer him so casually, knowing what was going on and being the reason it happened? This was undoubtedly more her fault than his! Had the furry super not gotten in the way, Kendrick could have fixed the misunderstandings with a couple words and no one would have passed out, yet she didn't even bat an eye. Unbelievable.

"You're not even slightly concerned?", for such a mundane question, the calm tone in his voice was oddly outputting, eerie even. Perhaps she wouldn't notice it, but the inquiry's objective wasn't receiving a reply, but serving for some deep analysis of the speaker as it was answered. The feeling was similar to having been called to the front of class for an oral test out of a sudden.

Depending on the girl's 'answer' there would be a problem. See, he could take not showing regret for Ted, well, not really but it was bearable. Not displaying any concern for Manami however was unforgivable. Why was it that the most innocent ones always ended up being targeted? Kennith did not deserve being shot and neither did Manami deserve ending up in the crossfire of both their antics and fainting from effort! Sam needed to apologise and if she was not feeling guilt then he would MAKE HER. Oh! She would be aware of the definition of guilt alright, no matter what c- WAIT A MINUTE.....
Condemning the other student wouldn't help anyone. In fact, if his past experience with Isabella Chase was any proof, it was only bound to make things worse. Damn, he had almost gone down the very same path again!

Feeling disgust of himself, Kendrick finally took his gaze out of the girl. He hadn't realised it but at some point what had been an expression of disbelief had turned into contempt... Only God knows what kind of sharp words he had been about to unsheathe and send her way. Everyone on the room would have started to hate him, and they would be exceptionally correct in doing so. Heck, even Kendrick would have hated himself afterwards! It was good he had stopped before anything truly harmful had been said.

Once his temper cooled down, the teenager noticed that he apparently had tuned out from a conversation in the other side of the room. The recognizable barrage 'Thank you's in a tick accent made him turn in that direction, where he was greeted by the relieving sight of Manami's gratitude towards the Emotional Composure teacher for something that had happened while his attention had been on making Sam repent.
Before he could try and piece the clues together, Mr. Mallory entered the cafeteria with the same good mood as before and announced the start of the game, well almost, he still gave them 5 or so minutes to hide their flag, whatever and wherever it was:

"Oh smiting gates of Hell, he's back already?!", the boy cursed. This meant that they had spent too much time bickering... He wouldn't be able to even finish the cake if it was still in an edible condition!

Quickly picking Ted out of the floor, Kendrick rushed towards the Collateral Damage and You teacher:

"We ended up wasting time, still need to get a parka, I'll be back soon. If there's a pineapple cake over the table, I'd be grateful if someone put it back in the fridge for me...", he gave Mr. Mallory a little bow before crossing the door, "Excuse me, sir."

Before leaving for good, the teen glanced back at Manami, just to be sure she was indeed okay. He should have said something, most would, but since he had been about to tear Sam apart with his sharp words a moment ago, there was a lingering uncertainty on whether he could use them properly so soon... And by that he meant 'not being a terrible person'. The trip to the storage closet wasn't only to protect his coat from being wet now, but also a brief, needed distance from the others, an attempt to fully compose himself.
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Slightly bellow a table, over the cafeteria's floor, Kendrick's conductor hat remained, standing upside down. The wearer had been in such a hurry that he had momentarily forgotten about it's existence...

ManicMuse · May 18, 2017

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Location: Cafeteria > Fort

Oh, she so very badly wanted to slap the elderly man across the face. Stunned to silence, while Allen dove for the bottle and proceeded to dumped the water on the girl's face, she just watched.

"Realistically, what could she even do?"

Manami saved the day by making a sudden recovery. Page on the other hand, was struck with a sickened expression glued to her face. Jaw hanging in sheer shock of the situation, she only snapped out of it and pinched the bridge of her nose. The madness of Facility 108 was never ending. Squeezing both eyes shut, she wished hard, asking to be anywhere but here.

With the ringing of Mr. Mallory's voice bellowing through the cafeteria, she knew no magical portal was going to whisk her away to an island oasis.

Shooting Mr. McNabb one last dirty look, her focus returned to the flags.

"Crap, where are they?"

First spinning in full circle, she checked the immediate area. A flash of color by the doorway hinted to their location. After collecting both the red-orange scarf and the light blue sweater she announced,

"Yes, let's get this underway. The kid's 'flag' will be the blue sweater."

Continuing on down the hallway, Page headed outside to the playing grounds. Waiting for a few people to show up it was time to ask for a volunteer. "Who will be hiding the flag for the student's team?"

Gus · May 18, 2017

Manami Hamasaki

Location: Cafeteria -> outside 108, scurrying up railroad avenue.
Nearby: Team blue is surely right behind her?
Mood: Excited. Even more than usual.
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Manami was not exactly sure what was going on, but she was beginning to get used to that. She understood 'flag' and 'hide' and 'student team' and that was enough to get the general idea. The pretty red haired teacher held up a blue sweater for the student team, and Manami was at her side almost instantly. Bowing deeply, she said

"Honored teacher, I am please to take flag from you. Flag is blue, and I am blue and Mr. Allen McNabb is blue and so we are team blue! Kendi-kun is not blue, but he is my friend so he is join team blue too."

Reverently taking the flag with both hands, she straightened up and turned to the new boy.

"Hello newboy. I am Manami. Will you join team blue also?"

Unable to restrain her natural excitement any longer, she took off running toward the exit without waiting for an answer. She had spotted a good hiding place up on railroad avenue on her way in this morning. As she burst out through the side door of 108, she whooped to those in her wake, "GO, GO, TEAM BLUE!"

Gus · May 18, 2017

The winter winds howled, pounding impotently at the cinderblock walls of building 108. The snow was blindingly thick, descending like heavy white curtains as if to cover a scene change as the story moves on to a new stage.

Some distance from the school, well hidden by the weather, but seemingly untouched by its effects, a solitary figure stood on the pier, leaning on a staff and gazing into a small crystal sphere full of floating flecks of white. The barest whisper, like wind hissing over a snowdrift, issues from under the hood of its heavy cloak

"What's here? A brave vessel, who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her. Poor souls..."

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ManicMuse · May 19, 2017

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Page found Manami was quick to take up the offer of the Blue Flag, declaring several members for the Blue team in the process. Worked for Page. After the young fishy waddled off to hide their flag, the red and orange scarf was still left in hand. "Whelp, that was easy enough."

"Hmmmm, who could I hand the other flag off to?"

Realizing it had been a bit and still she had heard nothing, Page popped out her phone shooting out another text, "Seriously, you get your foot frozen to the ground or something? Don't make me send out a search party LARRY." Shivering herself from the frozen breeze, she rolled both her shoulders trying to dispel the wave of goosebumps. Even with a good insulated winter jacket, the cold still nipped at whatever it could.

Stuffing the phone back into her pocket and zipping it shut, she pressed the rim of her glasses, back up the bridge of her nose. Peering around to see who was left, while wiggling the scarf in hand, Page offered up the other flag.

"Who wants to be Red Team and hide the flag? First come first serve."

Bag o Fruit · May 25, 2017

Allen McNabb

The J "Honored teacher, I am pleathe to take-" Oh, whoops, she's not doing the thing anymore... better fix that... -d I am blue and Mr. Allen McNabb is blue What?? and so we are team blue! Kendi-kun is not blue, but he is my friend so he is join team blue too."

Lazarus had a moment of panic. Is he blue?? Why is he blue!? Stimulate the brain stem!!

Allen twitched, and began to breath in and out at an accelerated rate. We register no change in the oxygenation of his blood... Dammit! ... Paint?? Allen reached up and touched his face, looked at his nose. No tactile or visual data suggests paint... wait a minute...

Allen stood up and peered at the nearest window, straining to look at himself. Unfortunately, on the other side of the window was a poster tacked to the wall, which said "REMEMBER: Society Could One Day Depend On YOU!" in an obnoxious orange font sunken into a sky blue background. Allen gasped as he gazed upon his blue face in the reflection (because Lazarus knew that was something surprised humans did).

He waddled over to Aaron and Page. "Err... It seems I am, blue??"

ManicMuse · Jun 1, 2017

Page Morgan: location : Facility 108, On the Playing Field

State of being: Bit annoyed/ Cold

Nearby: McNabb, Mallory, student - none dead dude?

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No takers on the offer for the Red team flag, yet. Instead, McNabb came penguin waddling over toward her and Mr. Mallory.

'I swear to God if he almost killed another student on the way out here, so help me.'

"Err... It seems I am, blue??"

"Yeah, unless you would prefer to be red?"

Page wiggled the scarf toward McNabb, hopeful he would take it off her hands. Really though, part of her wanted to strangle him with it. Talk about a walking lawsuit.

Bag o Fruit · Jun 6, 2017

Allen McNabb

The J "Err." A flushed face is a better sign than cyanosis "... Yes. Ww-would prefer to be red."

Allen feebly grabbed the scarf Page was offering, looked at it for a second, and, looking at Page and Aaron as if to say 'are we doing this right?', put it around his neck, flipping both ends across once.

Gus · Jun 6, 2017

Aaron Mallory

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