Realistic or Modern 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝 -- a powers rp (open!)

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: flustered!! (but it's a secret)

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: cafeteria

basics

MENTIONS:


INT: mike ohdittoh oliver fin

tags

TL;DR lunch!

tl;dr

cara black

i'm so tired of this place.

Before Cara’s blue eyes could sweep the area once more for Oliver’s whereabouts, and before she could protest to Mike that she in fact did not have a boyfriend, Oliver’s voice seemingly made its way over to her ears, a blessing in disguise. Immediately she felt her cheeks turn rosy as he complimented her while sitting next to her. The blonde felt tempted to spit out her coffee in shock and sputter words of ‘what are you doing here?’ but instead she held her composure.

Thoughts swirled in her mind as he essentially asked her out in front of everyone, despite having not wanted to be public in the first place. ‘Can he tell I’m freaking out?’ ‘Do I look okay?’ etc. Normally, she never felt so nervous around anyone. No, she usually was calm and collective or otherwise annoyed. Yet Oliver managed to freak her out so much that she could’ve sworn her coffee cup was trembling ever so slightly. She wasn’t sure why it was him of all people that caused her to feel this way. Was it fear? Was it anxiety? Was it love? What did Cara know about love anyway. Her only experiences said nothing great was to come of it, yet somehow she would find herself tangled up in Oliver’s sheets after a night of movies.

Cara’s eyes looked over to Mike just to see his reaction before turning over to Oliver. “Hmm… I don’t know…” She trailed, hoping to keep her voice steady with confidence. She already knew she’d say yes, but of course, she loved to play a game every now and then. She let time pass for a few minutes, resting her hand on her chin in a thinking manner. “How about I get back to you on that? Gotta check my schedule and stuff, I’m such a busy woman, y’know.” She eventually answered, giving him a small grin of teasing. She knew the answer would torture him but that was simply what he got for not following their plans of secrecy.

She, of course, was going to go. It was obvious Oliver had gone and she simply spilling over with curiosity. Mike had mentioned that some crazy stuff had clearly gone down and who better to tell than Oliver. Cara took an idle sip of her coffee, glancing between Mike and Oliver. She could stir the pot just a little more.

“Hey, you know what, Mike wasn’t at the party either. I’m sure he’d enjoy being caught up as well.” She brought up, sipping her coffee as her eyes shined with friendly malevolence while her face kept a closed composure. She was sure Oliver would completely disregard Mike, but his ego might challenge it and agree and that would surely be an interesting thing to watch. She knew he had jealous tendencies, why else had he beelined for her instead of typical Angela?

“Mm, yeah I’m probably free though.” She finally answered, waiting for whatever was about to unfold from her suggestion of inviting Mike. She knew he wouldn’t miss out on something quite like that, but she was unsure of what move Oliver would make. It was like playing chess, but with actual people. Her face was still red from Oliver’s remarks, but she was sure she wouldn’t be the only one who was flustered.

code by valen t.

 

[ohdittoh]

michael kaiser reid.

the pleasure's all yours.

Michael's eyebrows and the side of his lips slowly rose as Oliver approached and spoke. Well, hoity-toity, was he just some kind of fortune teller? So she was making eyes at a guy. Whether he was her boyfriend or not, he wasn't sure, but he could tell just by the way that Oliver was staring at Cara, they were...uh, something.

What did she see in this guy? He was kind of average-looking and pretty forgettable. Mike only knew Oliver's name from the intercom, and it had taken him a good year and a half to peice the name to the face. Even then, he could easily mistaken this guy for any other.

Regardless, he was another person. This meant that he got the same treatment as everyone else: Mike being a taunting jackass to him.

"Great. I was really scared that the guy with the personality as dry as the Sahara was going to try to rip off my leg or something," he chuckled. "Color me thankful."

Mike pushed off of the table, grinning as Cara spoke of him. He knew that she was just teasing, but hey, cockblocking was kind of amusing, in all honesty.

He looked at Oliver, his eyebrow cocked. "Yeah, that's right. I didn't go. I missed a lot, huh? Bet you could tell me all about it. That look on your face says that you know just about everything."

He walked closer to him. "Kidding," he said, putting an arm around his shoulder and giving him a good squeeze to his side before letting go. The key in teasing was to bait the bear just enough and then back away when it started to claw.

He met his eyes. "But hey, ya know, I really should come join you. Cara and I never get to hang out outside of school. If you're there, it'll keep me from getting into trouble with her."

He looked at Cara. "If you two can take me interrupting your date," he added with a shit-eating grin. "The last thing I want to intrude on is you two's tango."

mood: stirring the pot | location: at school | outfit: casual wear | interactions: fin (oliver) beeswaxie (cara) | mentions: n/a

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fin]

"i'm normal."

Oliver found his eyes lingered on Cara following his question, and while he'd only intended to try and read her interest in the idea of formally going out with him, he ended up getting lost in admiration of her features. His smile was ever-present during Cara's brief hesitation, eyes catching the soft pink colour that rose from her cheeks, yet the words that followed were enough to snap him out of his trance.

"How about I get back to you on that?"

That was far from what Oliver had expected. While he was aware Cara was bold, and certainly uneasy, he didn't anticipate such a reply, especially in front of the douche. He gulped, and nodded slightly, and for a brief moment flashed uncertainty. The moment was fairly brief though, and while internally he was freaking out and berated himself for making such a public spectacle of what he and Cara had decided to keep secret, on the outside Oliver feigned a cough and returned to a resting and slightly friendly expression. One that neither Cara nor Michael helped him maintain.

Michael was right. Oliver did know just about everything that'd occurred at the party, hell, he was partly responsible for it all. And while he'd refrained from sharing that part of his life from Cara, something he was sure she wouldn't understand, deep down Oliver hoped that Michael had some sort of super power. Something that gave him value in the eyes of the organization, and a reason to incapacitate him and deliver him to God knows where. His eyes followed the other man slowly on his subtle walk towards him, his teeth gritted at the feeling of Michael's hand over his shoulder.

"Funny joke from an unfunny person." Oliver said simply, and tried his best to control himself and the anger boiling inside of him. Who was Michael Reid to act so aloof around him? To talk to him like he was some sort of plaything? Yet in some annoying, and unfortunate way, Michael was always near Cara. He made her happy, and in the long run, he'd just have to grow accustomed to it.

And there it was. He'd invited himself to their date, one that Cara had only just said she could likely make. With a deep breath, Oliver added his own bit to Michael's words. "Tango's a dance for two. Your presence would make it three. I hope you see the problem there." He grinned at that. After suffering from Michael's poorly placed jabs, Oliver had finally got one of his own in. Whether they acknowledged it was their business, but it didn't matter. Verbal warfare was far less pungent than what Oliver had planned for Michael if he didn't behave himself.

"Bring a date of your own, and we'll have no problem. Does that sound like a good enough compromise, or did your only plan involve hopping onto Cara's back like the monkey you are?" Another corner smile for Oliver. Wow, was he on a roll. "A playboy like you should have no problem securing a date by tonight." His eyes were dead set on Michael's now. It was moments like this Oliver wished he had super powered gifts. Oh, to fire a concentrated beam of light into Michael and watch his skin melt off the bone... something like tender cooked pork loin. A giggle escaped his lips, conceal his own humour any longer.

"Should I go into comedy?," He considered briefly to himself.

mood actually relaxed, annoyed, excited for the date

location cafeteria

tag(s) cara beeswaxie , michael ohdittoh

mention(s) n/a

outfit xoxo

coded by weldherwings.

 

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: flustered!! (but it's a secret)

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: cafeteria

basics

MENTIONS: aria Winona


INT: mike ohdittoh oliver fin

tags

TL;DR coffee spilled oops!

tl;dr

cara black

i'm so tired of this place.

Cara could see the annoyance growing in Oliver’s face as Mike boasted on and on, and she found herself scoffing at him implying her and Mike would get into trouble. Rolling her eyes as she usually did around Mike, she found herself wanting to inject ‘The only trouble you’ll be getting into is me breaking both your arms.’ But instead of indulging, her cup of coffee was knocked over and hot coffee spilled onto Mike. Frowning and immediately picking it up, she apologized profusely, explaining that she must’ve knocked it over with her elbow accidentally. However, she knew for a fact that she hadn’t moved and nor had anyone else. The wind must’ve been acting weird, her cup of coffee and her locker both being moved without her touching them.

When Oliver mentioned Mike finding a date, Cara just couldn’t keep in a bout of laughter, just trying to imagine Mike not scaring away any women. He claimed that he got many women, but Cara had never seen him with anyone except for maybe Aria, and Aria never actually was into Mike. She just liked flirting.

“Oh please, Mike can’t find a date. He usually scares every woman he talks to.” She laughed to herself, mopping up the spilled coffee on the table with nearby napkins. She was glad it had hit Mike instead of Oliver, although it seemed strange as to why it only went for Mike. Normally, it should've gone on all three of them, which would've freaked Oliver out, but instead, it seemed to have avoided her and Oliver. “So when and where are we going?” She intrigued, turning her attention to Oliver instead of the weird physics of coffee. She always found herself staring at him just a tad bit too long. She knew she was getting too attached and the odds of him breaking her heart were high, but she couldn’t help herself. She indulged herself in him just as much as he did in her.

She wondered to herself if she should bring an overnight bag, knowing Oliver would most likely take her back to his place instead of her own. And while, yes, she was free, she would have to come with an excuse to her parents as she usually did. Despite having two older siblings who went through what she went through already, they were still adamant about no boys whatsoever. At the same time, they had full trust in her, so when she said she was going to a study group, they full-heartedly believed her. She would definitely have to make some calls to make sure someone would cover for her though.

She would also have to cover up the fact that she knew Oliver would try to pick her up in a limo despite her arguing against it. Taking another look at Oliver, she tried to give him a knowing look that expressed her concerns of transport, wondering if he’d help her or just corner her as she’d done to him. His way of spending money annoyed her, as he tended to just throw it away mindlessly without much thought. She’d prefer it if maybe he’d even donate to charity, but knowing Oliver, he’d never.

“Gotta figure out the bus routes, y’know.” She brought up, further expressing that she did not want to be picked up by a fancy limo. Once or twice she had to explain to her mom and dad that she was not doing shady things, and no, she was not friends with a drug dealer. She wasn’t sure why the assumed money meant drugs but she knew they were looking out for her. “Buses can be unreliable and I don’t want to be late.” She finished, glancing at her painted nails, as if uninterested in the conversation. Truth was, she knew she was staring at Oliver too much and while she wanted to keep staring, it would simply give herself away.

code by valen t.

 

[ohdittoh]

michael kaiser reid.

the pleasure's all yours.

Mike grinned. "'ey, listen, if you're inviting, I'll make it three." He laughed. "Don't wanna make you feel any more emasculated than I already have, though."

He raised his eyebrow again at the suggestion that he get a date. "A date?" Like he could get a non-drunk girl to do anything with him besides maybe give him her number and a shy smile. He looked at Cara. "I mean, doesn't--"

He cursed as coffee suddenly spilled onto the bottom of his pants legs and his shoes. He looked back up and waved it off as Cara apologized. "Nah, it's fine. I'll go get some paper towels or...som'n."

Thus, Michael made his (rather brief) exit, and he went to the bathroom and spent the next minute or so patting his pants as dry as possible between mumbles. At first, he tried to dry off his shoes, too, but when that didn't work, he just yanked them and his wet socks off and stuffed them in his backpack. Better to walk on the piss-sticky floor than walk around with wet shoes on.

He reentered the cafeteria, this time grabbing a bag of low-fat cheddar-flavored chips and a carton of milk before going over to Cara and Oliver.

He popped open his chips and asked, as he stopped in front of them. "So when and where?" He didn't know that he was repeating Cara's questions. "At your house? It would make access easier for the two of you." He grinned that shit-eating grin. "Hell, and you'd have an audience. Wouldn't that just be the greatest? New experiences. Jazz things up."

He crunched a chip and spoke to Oliver. "As for my date, can't Cara count? It'll be like a double date but she's the only date for both of us." He grinned. "Guess it's more like a threeso--..." He cut himself off with a cough. He realized he was testing the waters a bit too much with that, and so he crunched another chip. "But then you'd get jealous, huh? I'll find me a date, then."

mood: wow...okay then... | location: at school | outfit: casual wear | interactions: fin (oliver) beeswaxie (cara) | mentions: n/a

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fin]

"i'm normal."

Oliver chuckled lightly along with Cara. He was betting on Michael not finding a date, and leaving the two of them alone. Still, he sensed some artificiality in her laugh, and watched her mop up the last of the coffee with a subtle glance. The distance between Cara and her coffee mug was too much for him not to have noticed it toppling over, and yet by some mysterious force it'd spilled all over Michael. While he wasn't mad at who it'd spilled on, he gave a critical look at the glass, and then dismissed it at Cara's question. Michael had left anyways with no sort of suspicion, and so it must've just been a regular occurrence for the two of them. Hmph.

"Geronimo's." He replied with a wide grin, and prideful tone. It was the premier restaurant in Wilmont, Washington since the lead chef was featured, and won the MasterChef competition. While expensive, the Spanish food served was to die for, and while tasty, he also hoped that if Michael tagged along, he wouldn't be able to afford anything on the menu either. Oliver even remembered how often Angela had once made them go to the restaurant, though now he'd spoiled her rotten. She was far past it.

"I'll pick you up at six. And of course, I'll genuinely try not to be too flashy." Just saying that was difficult, but it seemed out of compromise Oliver would be driving himself in the Rolls, rather than the usual limousine tonight. While caught staring once again following those words, and even tempted to bring her hand in for a short kiss, the voice and steps of Michael Reid had returned. Sigh.

"What is that god-awful smell..?" Oliver's brows bridged together, cringing at the smell reigning in along with Michael. With a look, he spotted the other teen's bare feet, and at that moment realized just why he was a keyword: wannabe, playboy. That was disgusting altogether, and he couldn't quite imagine what would've ushered him into discarding shoes, or even a pair of socks. "That's wrong on so many levels. But no. With you involved, you're definitely not having a stay at the Roche Estate." Oliver had a hand just over his lips now, filtering what he could of the smell.

Of course Michael wouldn't even stop talking for him to answer his question of the date's whereabouts. It was bad enough that Michael was even considering Cara being his date, but the subtle jab about threesomes... that was not going to fly. Oh, how Oliver's blood was boiling. He tore deeper into the wound from earlier, drawing blood from both cheek and tongue. His grip was tightening around his bottle, the cap threatening to explode off the top. But why was he getting upset? Michael was far from on his level, and pissing him off was his goal. it was what Michael lived for apparently. Oliver would not let him win.

"You spend every worthless day of your life toasting Cara at this very cafeteria table, yet haven't received even a kiss from her. You stand here, shoe less and smelly, with chip crumbs all over your lips... and part of you thought you were my competition? That your words would even cut past a layer of my skin? You're mistaken, Mr. Reid, and if it wasn't for Cara at my side, I'd have wiped that smirk off your face a long time ago. In all honesty, you're a wannabe me! Cara doesn't fucking like you, and I stand with the rest of the school when I say... No one wants a three-way with you." A sigh escaped his lips, and with only a look he could see the student body near their table tuning in, some of them with cameras out, chuckling and ridiculing Michael. One didn't just mess with Oliver Roche anymore, this wasn't middle school. His last name no longer held him back. "I've spent too much time here, Cara. I strongly hope you reconsider who you acquaint yourself with. So long as your friend here finds a date though, place at dinner for himself and his date will be present."

Though his cheeks were bright red and angry, Oliver found himself orbiting towards Cara. He disregarded his own reputation, and some sort of misplaced idea of reputation, and gave her a peck on the cheek (in front of the student crowd). One in which the crowd reacted to with a long, "Awww...." While anger still burned inside of him, Oliver knew that Cara would be proud of him. He'd handled the situation well, and quite honestly, was proud of himself too. He rose from the table at that, and along with his ginger-lemon mixture, disappeared into the crowd. The students collapsed in on themselves, eventually returning to what they were once doing.

"Where's Angie? I can't wait to spill the motherfucking tea." He thought to himself.

mood happy, proud, excited.

location cafeteria

tag(s) cara beeswaxie , michael ohdittoh

mention(s) angela fancries1

outfit xoxo

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fancries1]

Location: School
Angie's fit
Alex's fit
Interactions:
Ricky fin , Sam ohdittoh

Angela and Alexander Cariou
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"God, I can't believe I'm actually talking with this fucking idiot."

Angela's cheeks were now starting to hurt from all the forced smiles and laughs she was giving Sam. Sam. Why did he have to be the one to get powers out of any of the other losers in the school? She would've been fine flirting with anyone else. Hell, she would've been fine flirting with someone like Aria to get them to trust her. But Sam? She couldn't remember ever speaking to him, and she'd almost started to hope that all the rumours about him being... well, him, were false. Of course, they weren't. He was as much of a lonely, bumbling pathetic excuse of a human being as everyone had built him up to be. And now she was stuck pretending to care about him, in front of everyone else in the cafeteria. No doubt hurting her fragile social status.

"Aww, thank you!" she exclaimed over-enthusiastically. Trying her hardest not to cringe at the thought of Sam thinking she looked sexy. Angela knew she was hot, probably one of the hottest people alive on earth as far as she was concerned. She'd assumed that Sam thought she was hot, but something about him openly admitting it made her skin crawl. He was probably going to go off about it in his little reddit and 4chan threads. Gross.

"Huh? Oh! No, no, I didn't come to talk you you just to tell you that. It's...well-" she motioned him to come closer with her finger. Already dreading the next words to come out of her mouth. "It's just that... you know the kind of people I hang with, right? Yeah they're cool and all but... I dunno, I've always wanted someone who I could really talk to about intellectual stuff, you know? Sometimes it's fun to talk about... science... instead of makeup and celebrity drama." She stopped, only to take a deep breath and look straight into Sam's eyes with every ounce of bravery she possessed.

Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me

"I was wondering if you'd like to meet after school tonight? You know, maybe watch a movie and talk a bit? Like a date?"

To say Alex had been caught off guard by Ricky's unexpected seriousness would be an understatement. There were very few times where he could remember actually having serious conversations with his best friend. None of them while sober. But Ricky's tone of urgency was genuine as could be, and Alex was immediately up for the task.

"Sure man, whatever you need." He replied in a tone that clearly gave away his worry for the situation. A worry that only became worse when he mentioned Aria could be involved in whatever was going on. "Aria? What does she-" he stopped himself, a horrible idea suddenly coming to him. The party, weird behaviour, Aria. He couldn't be talking about powers, could he? No, no. There was no way that the universe would be horrible enough to give his sister, crush, AND best friend dangerous superpowers, right? His luck simply couldn't be that bad.

He didn't say much as he hurried with Ricky, loyally following him wherever he was taking them while uncharacteristically deep in thought. What else could've come from the party? He knew others had exhibited... less than normal behaviour. But could the entire school really have hidden abilities? Was the the only normal human left in the school? The state? The world? Fuck. He didn't even want to think of the consequences of every single human being being affected by whatever had given them powers.

"Ricky, bro, please tell me you were just the one who spiked the drinks." Dick move, yes. But at least it was something that he could understand and not any more surprises. From anyone. Was a normal day in school too much to ask?

code by fudgecakez

 

[ohdittoh]

MOOD:
Dude, wtf is going on?
LOCATION:
School
INTERACTIONS:
fancries1 (Angie)
MENTIONS:
N/A

sam maeger

She's still talking, she's still talking, she's still talking! Sam discreetly pinched himself. It hurt, and he grimaced.

What the actual...there was no way this was real!

As he moved closer to her, he felt his face heat up even more, and his eyes briefly left her chest area to look her in the eyes. And then he quickly looked away, rubbing his neck and looking off to the side.

Then, as he listened, he slowly lifted his eyes to her as they widened. As she met his eyes at the end, he nearly fainted. His heart pattered. The fuck?!

Thiscan'tbeeffingrealthiscan'tbeeffingrealthiscan'tbeeffingrealthiscan'tbeeffingreal!

He pinched himself again. It still hurt.

"A-A..." When he tried to speak, nothing came out, and instead he stammered a couple of scratchy syllables. "I-I...you...uh...?"

He swallowed hard, and he looked at his feet, breathing in heavily and putting a hand on his heart. Talk, damn it! You can't blow this shot!

He looked up at her again, and he put on his best "player" smile (though his was tight-lipped, stretched too wide, and looked rather creepy and awkward)."I... date? Date? With... with me? With... uh... with... with me? Like...of...yes? Of all people? Uh, Sail Price Maeger? You know... that guy?" He chuckled nervously-- nearly creepily. "You're serious? So... so... uh... you... you're... like... not like the other girls? You'll... like..."

He took another deep breath, and, with his eyes closed, he said, "Y-Yeah! S-Sounds great. To... to where? What should I bring? What should I wear? Is it today, yeah?'

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[fin]

"i explode shit."

Running off with Alex had been a hundred times easier than Atticus. While he cherished his other friend, Atticus was prone to rambling off topic. Alex on the other hand, while childish in his own sense, had sensed the tension in Ricky's voice. "Thank god," he'd thought to himself at just how easy it'd been ripping Alex off of his feet. It was something about that brotherly connection that let the other know when something serious was going on or not, and just how to react. He was glad it'd paid off, because being stress was not a good look on him.

Ricky grunted in annoyance, and pushed past the group dispersing by a nearby table. Nothing that'd concerned him. After several glances behind him just to ensue that Alex was keeping pace as he sped-walked to the washroom, Ricky found himself skidding to a stop once Atticus was just in view, the washroom only several steps past him. They were clear from the cafe, and while the hallways were as crowded as usual, it was nothing compared to the fill-up in the cafeteria. At the same time people tended to just leave Ricky alone anyways, gangbanger and all.

Ricky tilted his head to the side at Alex's question, eyes squinted slightly in disbelief. "Dude. That was one time-- sophomore year." Honestly speaking, part of Ricky wished he had poisoned the punch bowl. Something that'd have given him an easy way to explain all what was going on. Life was so much easier when he was the only one he knew with abilities, but involving a whole community? Something was bound to go wrong.

"Look, I don't know what you're gonna see when we go in there," He started with one quick glance to the washroom, "But it's real. Super powers are real and whatever happened at the party-- it's let me know, and now you," He forced a finger into his chest as he continued whispering, "A bunch 'a kids here have them too. I honestly thought I was the only one..." Ricky forced himself to say. He found his eyes averted looking at Alex dead-on as he revealed a secret that might've never been revealed if the Halloween party hadn't gone so far to shit. How was he going to react?

mood anxious

location cafeteria

tag(s) alex, fancries1

mention(s) lex hery , atticus mogy

outfit xoxo

coded by weldherwings.

 

[mogy]

atticus bailey

Ricky was like early winter rain. Where one expects snow to finally fall for the first time and complete that winter wonderland you sometimes start to unintentionally long for, the result that comes down from the sky is just a whole bunch of cold liquid water, probably soaking you completely in the process. Now, I'm not saying Ricky ever soaked Atti in any way, however, what I am saying, is that Atti was kind of disappointed about still not seeing these powers, especially after Ricky made the boy's shirt look like he doesn't know how to iron properly. Unless he directly saw Ricky using his powers, he still wasn't sure that all of this hadn't somehow been a carefully plotted prank for some kind of an MTV wanna-be channel.

A sigh escaped the blonde boy's mouth as his greasy-haired friend disappeared into the crowd of students, supposedly going to find another person, which was just a tad bit weird if you asked Atti. After all, wasn't Ricky the one who just a few seconds ago said something about 'not telling a lot of people because they might do experiments on him'?

Whatever... Atti made slowly made his way to one of the bathrooms, and for the first time in some time, he actually found himself genuinely looking forward to something. This something that he was looking forward to could've either been that Lex was the person he was meeting in the bathroom or the fact that he might see some kind of superpowers in not that long, but most likely, it was a mixture of the two.

He was right in front of the gym bathroom door, putting his hand on the knob of the door, just as Lex was checking if anybody had been near, and let me tell you how close the blonde boy had been to slapping Lex into another dimension... Well, I don't actually know how to tell you this information in an interesting manner, but what matters is that he was very fucking close to doing so.

"Why would you do that!? You scared the SHIT out of me!" He exclaimed, after taking in a sharp gasp and stepping back a little bit. As he came back to his senses a little bit later, he resorted to his awkward self, continuing. "But luckily, I'm close to a bathroom." He winked before making his way into the bathroom, past the other boy.

the bathroom...almost

fuck you lex.

edgy shirt.

fin (Ricky), hery (Lex)

coded by natasha.

 

[hery]

Lex Delgado

Electrokinesis

Lex yelped rather loudly, blushing as he realized he had vowed to be silent for the sake of not drawing attention. He stumbled backwards, almost hitting his head on a stall. "Why would you do that?" he retorted after taking a breath to calm himself. He grimaced at Atti's quip, wishing the boy would actually just go in a stall and shit and not come out. Lex was in no way prepared for what he had promised.

"You took really long to get here! What held you up? Did anyone follow you?" He nervously poked his head out the door again, hesitating before doing so due to his previous scare. The area around the bathroom should have been sparsely populated at best, as most students would be busy with other lunchtime activities instead of milling about the vicinity of the gym. To his horror, two other guys were just outside the washroom. He didn't get very long of a look, as he instinctively jerked backward and cowered away from the door.

"We can't do this right now! There's a couple guys literally outside this door!" he whispered, mortified to have possibly been spotted by at least one of the guys. Neither should have had any reason to believe he was doing anything suspicious, yet the frightened boy was on-edge nonetheless. "Why didn't you at least warn me there were others in the area!?"

As brief of a look as he got, Lex could clearly tell one of them had been facing the restroom. But what were they doing just standing around? If he had to use the restroom, surely he would have just gone inside and used it. Even after a few moments of slight hyperventilation away from the door, it was still just Lex and Atti. Were they talking about something? He could hear muffled voices. But why here!?

He glared at Atti, seething because of his lack of regard for his privacy. At the very least, why couldn't he wait for them to go away before he entered the restroom? But what if they had followed him there? Did they know? Did Atti tell them everything? But why? Atti clearly didn't believe a word of his superpower talk.

Question after question, thought after thought coursed through his brain, unable to fathom how irresponsible he felt Atti was being. Naturally, he appeared to be overreacting, which he likely was, but either way the presence of other people so close by and within relative earshot was enough to send him into a panic. Lex had no idea what suspicious looked like. He wasn't a shady guy. And he didn't engage in shady things. This meeting, other than the party, was probably the most daring thing he had done in months. But this arrangement undoubtedly called for a case of Lex on High Alert™.

gym bathroom

spooked

clothes

mogy (Atti) fin (Ricky) fancries1 (Alex)

coded by natasha.

 

[fancries1]

Location: School
Angie's fit
Alex's fit
Interactions:
Ricky fin , Sam ohdittoh , Lex hery , Atti mogy

Angela and Alexander Cariou​

Angie simply laughed along at the incel's incoherent nervous mutterings, realising it was easier to pretend like she didn't want to stab herself in the stomach if she simply didn't pay attention to her date, which was definitely harder said than done. By now, she'd felt the eyes of some of her classmates on her back, all of them probably what the hell was causing her to spend time on someone like Sam and waiting for her to do something horrible to him. If anyone had powers to make the earth swallow her whole, now would've been a good moment to use them.

"Of course I'm not like other girls, silly!" her hand slightly pushed his shoulder. Definitely more aggressively than was necessary for simply playing along to whatever he'd meant by that statement. Angie was better than other girls, she'd always known it, so she supposed it was fair that he'd made that comparison. But something told her he hadn't meant it the same way she did. Judging by his eyes on her chest (yes, she'd noticed, girls always do), she could only pray he meant personally rather than physically - wise. "You just don't know me as well, that's why you think I'm like the rest of these bitches. Then again, no one does."

Should she just give up singing and become an actress? Her little "woe me" attitude, mostly made to match Sam's overall pathetic self, was really giving celebrities a run for their money. Or, at least, so she thought. But the chances of Sam truly noticing how fake she was acting were small. He didn't look like he could stop drooling over her figure to think rationally, so she was confident about being in the clear. Still, she mustered enough courage to flap her eyes and pluck her lips out a bit more, just in case some of his blood was actually going to his brain and not staying in... certain unmentionable areas.

"Uh, tell you what," she paused to pull out a notebook to rip a paper and hand it to him, along with a very elegant pen, courtesy of Ollie. Who, now that she was thinking about it, was nowhere to be seen despite the fact this was their mission. She'd been the one to tell him to keep his distance, yes, but some help dealing with Sam or emotional support would've been welcomed. As long as he helped with the next (and worse) phase, she didn't mind. Especially if she managed to talk him into paying for the date, as a "work hazard bonus" type of deal. "How about you give me your number and I'll give you a call with the info later on? I just need some time to find a place and change for something more date-worthy, you know?" The last phrase had to be pushed out of gritted teeth. Dressing up was one thing. Dressing up for Sam? Powers were barely worth it.

Nonononononononononononononononononono

Alex, much like his sister, wasn't having the best of times either. He was starting to realise that, oddly enough, having his crush and sister both inexplicably get powers didn't make it any less shocking when his best friend admitted to having abilities as well. Like pouring lemon on a recently opened wound, Ricky's confession did nothing more than worsen the pain and confusion he'd been dealing with for more than a month now. Something that, if he wasn't careful, was bound to explode any day now.

"Fuuuck, man!" he exclaimed, pressing both of his hands against the back of his head and turning away from Ricky. "When? You? Why? You?!" Aria, he could take. He liked her a lot, but his relationship wasn't as strong as it was with others. Angie, he was worried about. Not for her safety, but the well-being of others and, most importantly, their wallets. Still, he could cope. Ricky though? His best friend? The person he considered as much of a family member as his actual biological sister? He'd gone through so much to spare himself of the pain of being alone. Of the unescapable fear of alienation that had followed him since they'd been dropped off in the first orphanage. Something the'd thought he'd run from for good when he met Ricky. Bu for how long would he want to stay with a lowly, unpowered, completely normal person like himself? How long until they all made superhero groups (well, most likely supervillans, considering how shitty the people in the town could be; teenagers specifically) and left him for good?

"That's- you- god damn it!" He wanted to scream until his throat was dry and his vocal cords exploded. To vent all his troubles on Ricky and then go for drinks to forget any of this ever happened. People were starting to give him weird looks, only adding to his anxiety and anger. "Unbelievable. Everyone, and I mean everyone I know." He walked in small circles as he rambled, eager to escape the hordes of people no doubt judging him. Did they have powers too? Could they read what he was thinking?

"I need some water." Without checking if Ricky was following him, Alex rushed to the bathroom. Almost knocking down someone near the door as he reached for the sink and poured some water on his face with the urgency of a man dying of dehydration.

"'Sup," he panted out, his mouth letting some water out as he greeted the Atticus and Lex as casually as he could. Something that was definitely harder said and done, especially for someone currently wondering if the friendly neighbourhood stray dog he sometimes fed had powers too. "Some weather, huh?"

code by fudgecakez

 

[ohdittoh]

MOOD:
Is this what having powers makes you? A chick magnet?
LOCATION:
School
INTERACTIONS:
fancries1 (Angie)
MENTIONS:
N/A

sam maeger

There was absolutely no way this was real, but the hand on Sam's shoulder made him both helped him to believe that it was real just a little more and lose him mind more than just a little more.

His breathing was heavy and kept getting caught in his throat. He was excited, but also a little bit panicked. Was this his actual power? 'Cuz that one Elli dude talked to him and now...Angie was asking him out on a d-date, so...? Or maybe the drugs from the party that Fletcher kept talking about were just now kicking in.

Yeah, even though he'd done nothing except take a couple sips of beer and...get taken out by a light fixture. And even though that was not how drugs worked.

He cleared his throat and gave a nervous, choppy chuckle as he took the pen. "Y-Yeah, of course!" He sounded way too...pumped for this. "U-Uh..."

He looked around for a place to write on the paper on, but he didn't want to move away from the conversation to a table or anything like that, so he just squatted down a little bit and began to try to write on his thigh.

The pen continuously poked holes in the paper, and he'd mutter a quiet curse word after it happened each time. By the time he was done, his usually neat, compressed, cursive handwriting looked like a horribly-done connect the dots game that someone let a two-year-old do to keep them from whining.

He chuckled nervously and added a little heart on the end, as if it'd make things better, and he stood up straight and handed Angie the paper. "There ya go! I'm...I'm not ever b-busy, and even if I was, I would stop and answer you, Angie, so...yeah, just text!"

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[Kidzait]

Poppy

Location: cafeteria



Mood: Determined/megamind time



Interaction: N/A

There was no way Poppy was going to make it to her first class. No way she would make it to her second either. She actually didn't emerge from her table at the library until about halfway through lunch. She had been hard at work, skipping class and scouring social media for more videos and pictures of the Halloween party. there were hundreds uploaded that night and most were taken either before or after hell broke lose. The ones taken after were mostly pictures of destroyed Halloween costumes, the freak snow falling or of Kash's wrecked house. In several photos, smoke obscured large swaths of the frame. This was strange because Poppy couldn't find evidence a fire broke out before or after the lights went out. Poppy let out a frustrated sign and hit play on another timeline video she found.

Poppy didn't recognize the girls being filmed but sat back to watch again. It started just like all the others that take place before the blackout. A group was singing in the living room and having a good time. At about the 3 minute mark, the power went out and the screaming started. This was the interesting part. At first It was just like all the others she had watched. starts normal, lights out and chaos, then the video either ends or shows something weird. There was no half measures with this. The video played through and Poppy drew a red line across the crude doodle she had scribbled on a biology handout she had been pretending to do. She was proud of what she was figuring out. She felt like she was on a true crime podcast...well, this is where she learned this. If things went right, it would be just like that American Vandal show she watched last year. She turned her attention away from her day dreams and back to the video.

She had identified a couple of people from the videos, mostly she was just checking off people she saw on twitter after the fact. She chewed the end of her pen absentmindedly as she started the video to watch again. She was about to cross this one out when something new caught her attention. She rewound and full screened the video. The video was being shot towards the kitchen and she had increased interest in phones pointing in that direction. Sure she got a better idea of the crime scene by getting more data but the important part was that she was selfish. She wasn't trying to solve a mystery for the good of the school or to get justice for Kashs parent's house, all she wanted was to figure out what happened to her. If the video that Colin showed her was true, then she did dissolve into smoke. She fucking flew for god's sake.

Several replays later, Poppy determined that she was not in this video...well, not her in the kitchen. In the last ten seconds of the video, you can see the plume of smoke rush from the kitchen door. Which as evidence was pointing, that was most likely her. She already knew this, what she didn't know was why she found a few frames of a very pretty girl with long blonde hair. Poppy wasn't just crushing through, something else was up. She had seen her in a few videos leading up to this but she assumed she was passing out flashlights. The still frame she was looking at, despite it's low resolution, she could see that the girl was not holding anything despite the waves of white light rolling off her closed fists. The artifacting halo produced on video was strange. It was...slowly pulsing? She couldn't really tell but the halo was doing a good job of obscuring her face. Poppy leaned in so close to the computer that she could see the pixels. It was no good, between the smoke, glare and her golden locks Poppy has no hope of identifying the girl by her looks. Poppy could make a pretty good guess though. Despite the distortion, Poppy was remember a certain argument she was involved in right after the party. Angie was accusing Aria of acting weird and hording flashlights. At the time Poppy had defended Aria despite her own opinion of her. Calling someone out for having flashlights during a blackout seemed stupid at the time... She looked down at the layout she had drawn and looked over the red lines leading towards the kitchen door. She signed and rolled her eyes, opening the first video on her list again and going back trough it. Whether she liked it or not, her search had expanded.

about an hour later, Poppy was packed up and walking into the cafeteria. Just a smooth for breakfast was great for the figure but bad for the metabolism. She was so hungry that school food seemed edible. She grabbed something forgettable and sat down at a table by herself. She didn't see her usual group since she had come in so late, they most likely assumed she skipped back home after Colin told them what happened. Poppy scanned the crowded cafeteria, making note of the kids on her list. She wasn't seeing her 'prime suspect' Aria or any of the other people of interest she had identified. She opened her twitter app on her phone and navigated to the school's feed.

Hey guys, I know We never talk but I need to talk to Aria, Angie, Tanis, Cosmo, and Fletcher

She paused, her thumb hovering over the post button. She furrowed her brow and deleted the message. This was not the way to do things, her podcasts would be ashamed if she went about this with such brute force. She was tired of going through the party alone, it was time for some actual detective work.
Right now, the only person she was seeing was Angie and she seemed....wait who was she talking to? Sam? Why?
She figured she wasn't in the mood to talk to her with such a neck beard taking up her time. She would just keep her eyes open for one of her suspects. Most of the school only spoke to her when they were out of weed anyway. If she kept her questions in mind, she would be ready for when she ran into one of them.

 

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: tired

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: heading home

basics

MENTIONS:


INT: mike ohdittoh oliver fin

tags

TL;DR going tf home

tl;dr

cara black

Everything is never as it seems.

Cara nearly sat there for a minute, frozen. She was not expecting Oliver to plan a kiss on her cheek, yet he did and it left her lost in the butterflies that swirled around inside of her. Snapping out of the trance the blonde left her in, she glanced around her, noticing that students were holding their phones out and making comments towards each other. While the kiss was against their initial agreement, Cara couldn’t help but want to let it slide, knowing how well he had held himself as he slaughtered Mike with words rather than fists.

She was proud frankly, and while the words were quite harsh and prone to butcher Mike’s confidence, she knew what he said was true. Her blue eyes looked over to Mike, somewhat guilty to what she was about to admit. To be fair, had Oliver not murdered Mike, she would’ve done it herself except with her fists. And while she normally muttered empty threats, this one would’ve been fulfilled. “Well… He’s not wrong.” She voiced with a shrug before getting up from the table and deciding to ditch the cafeteria. Thoughts were swirling around in her mind, wondering what she would wear if Mike would even find a date, what Oliver wanted to tell her, but most importantly, what the hell happened with the coffee cup?

She knew nobody had touched it like nobody had touched her locker, yet it seemed to happen as her thoughts tempted to do it. Shaking her head at the ridiculous thoughts, she exited the school, not wanting to stay there any longer. Cara knew her parents would be disappointed in her for skipping, but she’d probably just give them some excuse for her period starting and having cramps. Her mom would always give her an accusing glance and try to talk to her later, but her father would always squirm and just give her anything she wanted afterward.

Checking her phone to see when the next bus would be coming to take her home, she decided to send Oliver a simple text:

“Thank you.”

code by valen t.

 

[Taelonthesands]

On the Road to Answers

Of course, Cosmo wasn’t one to just assume normality after events like the one that transpired over the weekend. After all, not only was it some sort of mystery, but it had ruined one of the only good holidays of the year, the rest of the night barely saved by the antics and truths that Tanis and Cosmo shared. No, what happened Halloween night was definitely lingering in their mind, scrawled across several pages of their journal, and continued to be investigated by them and the only other they trust. Cosmo and Tanis had spent the entire weekend planning on what their next steps would be now that both had an idea of each other’s powers. Their plan was to train, seek out who else had powers, and figure out who or what caused whatever happened during what Cosmo was calling the “Surge”. They already had a list of potential people. Angie obviously, Indigo with the graveyard incident, Sam, Eve, and Aria, all very obvious about their abilities or acting strangely on Twitter. Cosmo knew there had to be more. That’s why they did their best to recall all that came to the party, Tanis covering twitter, while they would track down the others.

Frankly, it was because of all their plans that Cosmo had been late to arrive at school, skipping their first few classes, unsurprisingly to their teachers. Luckily they had left the hearse at Tanis’s home for her to drive or for her parents to take her in, leaving the morning for Cosmo to build a pinboard in their room and of course, find a look that could kill but keep them under wraps for the day. Instead of learning, they would be snooping for answers. They were very confident in their abilities, practicing their power by seeking out the location of Sam first, figuring that they could handle the nasty little incel first to be done with him as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Cosmo was so confident that they didn’t see where they were going.

Next thing they knew, a yelp was escaping their throat as they came face first with the pavement outside of the school. Cursing under their breath as their hands barely caught them, they could feel the scraps and swell of blood-forming on their palms. Looking around, they let out a relieved breath knowing that no one else was there to see them. It took an effort to stand, Cosmo, refusing to touch their clothes with their bloodied hands. The fabric of their shirt was far too expensive to ruin like that.

They entered the school, making a beeline to the nurse’s office and putting on the charm as they heard the bells toll for lunch to begin. Instead of letting the nurse bandage their hands, Cosmo simply took the supplies from her and went to the school’s washroom to patch themself up. They hid inside one of the men’s stalls, thankful they were feeling more masculine today, quickly patching themself up until their hands looked like they were mummified.

Ready to head out into the cafeteria and hopefully reunite with Tanis, Cosmo was about to leave the stall until they heard voices and the sound of someone rushing in. Easily they recognized the voice of Alex Cariou, but they couldn’t quite tell who the others were without looking. Curious about why Alex seemed so nervous, Cosmo slowly moved further back into the stall, moving to squat with their feet on the toilet, as quietly as they could. They pulled out their phone, opening their recording app. Evening and quieting their breath as best they could, they pushed the record button.

Cosmo Darlington

MOOD: Curious as a cat

LOCATION: Hiding in the Bathroom

INTERACTIONS: N/A

MENTIONS: fancries1 Alex

OUTFIT: x

code by valen t.

 

[mogy]

atticus bailey

Lex was going around a thousand miles per hour, and Atti was simply not about that life. Well, he also had situations of freaking out about things like tests or consistently embarrassing himself in public, but he was never that paranoid about anything. The other blonde boy, however, was acting like this whole thing had been some sort of cold war, spy superpower movie in which every single person's existence was there to further the plot by being a threat to him, where the sheer fact of him being the main character was still to be proven. Talk about egocentric...

"Calm your tits. Nobody is going to kidnap you or whatever." Atti said, putting his backpack on the sink area where it wasn't all wet and covered in used paper. Carrying this roleplay on his back was already tough enough, and having to hold a bag of books and notebooks as well just couldn't have been doing good for his spine. "Although, lunch lady Linda is definitely suspicious. You know her moral compass is fucked up when she feels no regret serving those canned beans every other day." The boy nodded his head, trying to keep a straight face.

"Are you serious? Students? In a school?! There is no logical explanation for that whatsoever. They must be out to get you." Atti said in regards to Lex's latest statement, in hopes of somehow convincing the boy that his paranoia wasn't doing anybody any good. He was going to continue with yet another snarky remark (or twelve) about something else, but before he actually could, a boy entered the bathroom seeming rather distressed, drinking water like he just ran a marathon (or like me when I run for a minute and a half).

"If only my boyfriend was that thirsty. Well, I would need to find one first, but, you know what I mean." He smiled at the boy. If he was good at doing anything, it was being the center of attention by saying weird things. Of course, looking at the state Lex was in, the attention certainly shouldn't have been on the poor boy because he was just that close to internally combusting.

the bathroom

fuck you lex x2

edgy shirt.

fancries1 (Alex), hery (Lex)

coded by natasha.

 

[ohdittoh]

michael kaiser reid.

the pleasure's all yours.

As Mike listened to Oliver utterly lay into him, he worked his jaw and glared daggers at him.

Wannabe. Wannabe, huh? Fuckin'...I'll show him a wannabe. Just hold up a mirror for him. The way he's talkin', he wants to be connected with my fist. Little shit can't take a joke, and he's got the balls to insult me, of all people.

By now, a crowd had built. Fuckin' lovely.

Did he want to knock this guys' teeth in? Hell yes. It'd be satisfying, and it'd show who was boss. Would he do it? ...come to think of it, he'd probably be expelled. He had a record, you know.

Fine. He wouldn't. Damn it. Another time, then. Oliver should've been glad that he had self control.

The peck on the cheek took Michael off guard, and he let out an audible laugh. So they were a thing.

This kinda just made him want to pursue Cara more.

He looked at Cara, wordless, with a grin cocked on his face, and when she said "he's not wrong" and walked away, he laughed to himself. He was wrong, but hey. It was kinda cute, him trying his hardest. Like a little kid putting on the shoes of their father or something. Like that suit made him some kind of shit.

Mike chuckled to himself. "Jackass. He'll get what's comin' to him some time. Divine retribution, as they say, and my left fist's called 'divine' and my right one's called 'retribution'," he mumbled like he was some kind of action hero, and he devoured the rest of his chips and stared down at his feet.

Shit. He'd need new shoes.

Oh, right. And a date.

Who could he rope into doing this with him?

mood: actually having self-control. aren't you proud of him? | location: at school | outfit: casual wear | interactions: fin (oliver) beeswaxie (cara) | mentions: n/a

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fancries1]

Location: School
Angie's fit
Alex's fit
Interactions:
Sam ohdittoh , Aria Winona

Mentions:
Cosmo Taelonthesands

Angela and Alexander Cariou​

Back in the bathroom, when he was getting even more demonstration of everyone's new powers, Alex'd thought that his no good, very bad day simply couldn't have gotten worse. And for the first time, the statement was completely right. His effort in class had been even worse than usual due to his inability to concentrate on geometry while reality was falling apart around him, performed poorly in football practice, and now definitely owed Ricky an apology for his outburst. But Aria, out of all people, had asked him out on a date. And suddenly, the day hadn't been so bad.

It was only because of his sister's snarky remark about his school outfit (leave it up to Angela to forget the silent treatment simply to let an insult out) that he'd even changed his clothes. He wasn't one to change his appearance simply to make someone like him, but he knew some effort would likely be appreciated. He'd broken out his best, ten dollar cologne, run a comb over his hair, and eaten about an entire packet of mints - just in case.

Now pacing back and forth in front of her house, he couldn't help but wonder if actually preparing for the night and breaking his usual carefree routine was the driving force behind his anxiety, or if he'd become one of those guys killing themselves simply because they had a pretty girl's attention. There was no telling why Aria had asked him out in the first place. They got along wonderfully and the Halloween party had definitely had a positive impact on their relationship. But he'd never imagined it would be enough for her to want to go out with him. Even if it wasn't and she truly had some ulterior motive, Alex was at that euphoric and nervous mood where he simply couldn't care less.

After taking one last look at the time on his phone, he finally ranged the house's bed. Standing there in her porch with his hands in his pockets absentmindedly playing with the keys belonging to the car he'd had to beg his foster parents to lend him, he realised that that moment was the closest thing to normality he'd felt since the party. Yes, he had a good feeling about this.

Angela was experiencing something she'd never felt when looking at her reflection before: loathing. Not at Sam, not at the world, not even at Aria, but at herself. Here she was, not even halfway done with her appearance, rushing herself to get ready for a late with Sam. The incel. What had happened in her life that had brought this to this point? Had her need to be the only person with powers consumed her to the point that she'd agreed to essentially sell herself to the worst, most pathetic excuse of a human being the school had to offer? Was it even worth it?

Yes, it was. Because no matter how much she hated Sam and the idea of everyone even thinking that she was remotely interested in a relationship with him, it was only a small price to pay for safety against the threat that was everyone else having powers. Of having people like Aria be as powerful as she was and with the potential to defeat her if push ever came to shove. Not to mention, the simple fact that she liked feeling special.

She took a deep breath, fixing her lipstick one last time and taking her phone for the first time since she'd last texted Sam. Reluctantly disconnecting it from its charger and opening the twitter app, she braced herself for the influx of messages she knew she was bound to deal with. The gossip of her date with Sam had reached everyone else even before she'd even left the school for the day. Everyone would not doubt be talking about the most confusing coupling of the century. Annoyingly enough, the gossip had reached social media as well (even with an insulting influx of comments from Sam himself. Had Angela been actually interested in dating him, he would've been dead). Angela spent the next couple of minute replying and passive aggressively attacking everyone doubting her and her intentions. The comments not-so-subtly suggesting following them on their date didn't escape her. Fuck. Now she'd need to find a way to take Sam away for her less...innocent motives without alarming anyone else and harming her reputation even more in the process. Maybe Cosmo could cause a distraction. But how to convince Cosmo in the first place?

She didn't know how long she spent looking at her account, only that she'd only returned to the real world when she glanced at the time and realised she was late. Insultingly late. Even for someone known for making late entrances for dramatic purposes. Cursing, she quickly grabbed her bag and power walked - there was no force on earth strong enough to make her even consider running in heels - to the bus stop where she'd agreed to meet up with Sam. He was picking her up, fortunately, but knowing that Aria knew where she lived was bad enough, there was no need to make the situation worse by revealing her home to Sam. As she arrived to the location, her scowl was automatically replaced with a tense and fake smile. Perfect for roping incels.

"Hey handsome," she said, her voice sultry and soft as she tapped on the driver seat windows. "Sorry for being so late, I had a hard time choosing the right dress. Like it?" A disgustingly slow and teasing twirl followed, after which she quickly made her way to the passenger seat before anyone looked at her or she threw up all over herself, whatever came first. "Do you mind if we pick a friend up? It won't be long." It was in these moments that she was truly glad to know people like Cosmo. The simple idea of spending an entire night alone with Sam made her wish she could drive the car off a cliff more than anything else in the world.

code by fudgecakez

 

[ohdittoh]

MOOD:
First date nerves...this is normal, right?
LOCATION:
School
OUTFIT:
This, but far less buff
INTERACTIONS:
fancries1 (Angie)
MENTIONS:
N/A

sam maeger

Mark today on a calendar, name it a national holiday, and get yourself a tramp stamp, in big fancy letters, or "I did it".

Yep, that was right. Sail Price Maeger, involuntarily celibate, had been, for the first time in his life, asked out on a date. Not even by a three or a four, but by a straight effing ten.

Er, maybe a nine. No one was better than Aria... but... okay, well... okay no, Angie was definitely a ten. Sorry, Aria. You still owned his heart.

Sam, still in his underwear though donned in a white polo, gnawed at his pinky fingernail and looked around at his messy room. He swore to God that it wasn't this messy before, but then he'd scoured his closet for clothes that would be presentable for a fancy date, and that had involved him removing nearly everything from his closet to find decent clothing.

"Sail, is everything alright in there?" came the voice of his mother from outside his door. She rapped on the door three times.

"Yeah, Mom, everything is fine!" he called back, yanking on his pants and zipping them up hurriedly. He stumbled a bit and smacked his hip into his bedframe, and he made a small nngh of pain.

His mom popped her head in the door. "Honey, it's 5:45. Didn't you say you'd be there to be pick her up by 5:5--" She cut herself off with a sharp gasp, and she opened the door wide and stepped inside. "What did you do to your closet?"

"Wait before you come in, Mom," he mumbled, shuffling around the strewn-out shirts to make a path to his sock drawer.

"Sail!"

"I will," he mumbled. He knew that that meant clean your room or, so help me God, I will strangle you. He yanked on a pair of grey no-show socks. "What's the big deal?"

"You can't tear up your room and expect to be let go out!" his mom fussed, stepping in, picking up the clothing on the floor, and making her way to his closet to straighten up. "You're excited to go out with your friend, I know, but honey, this is disrespectful." His mom adjusted her bobbed blonde hair in frustration as she looked over at him. "And there you go, tapping away on your phone while I'm asking you to clean up-- come on." She sighed.

Sam looked up from his phone, eyes confused. "Huhm?"

The mother sighed and gave a small chuckle. She walked over to Sam and tugged him to her body, hugging him right even though he just looked back down at his phone and resumed typing away. She kissed the top of his head and held him. "You are so clueless..."

He didn't seemed to hear her until she pulled away and said, "Alright...just this once, I'll let you get by without having to clean your room."

Sam looked up. Score! "Really?"

"Just..." She sighed and pecked the top of his head again. "Stay safe, okay? No drugs, no alcohol, and no sex, okay?"

With luck, I'll be getting the latter, he thought. He sighed softly and gave his mom a smile. "Thanks, Mom." He shoved his phone in his pocket. He grabbed his watch from his nightstand and struggled to fasten it to his left wrist, and he grabbed his wallet from his top drawer. "Hey, I'm headed out."

"Alright, Sail," she said, giving him a hug despite him not having hugged her back. "Have fun, baby."

"I will," he promised, and, as he walked out of his room, he whispered a little, "hell yes". He looked inside his wallet as he walked down the stairs.

Money? Check. (Enough to pay for her, too? Hopefully.)

Liscence? Check.

Condom stolen from older brother? Check.

Sweet. All that he needed tonight.

He grabbed his keys from the hook beside the door, and he gave a final yell of "I'm gone!" before heading outside, slamming the door shut, and making his way to his car.

The key, oddly, did not want to leave his hand as he pushed it into its slot. It stuck to him as if he were some sort of magnet, just as the screws had.

What had Eve told him to do that had made the things come off again? ...right, focus on them leaving him.

He focused as hard as he could, but the things still wouldn't let loose.

Shit... well...

Finally, he turned the key and managed to pry his hand off of the keys to make his way to the gear shift, and, from there, it was smooth sailing.

He reached the bus stop far ahead of time-- 5:55, to be exact-- so he turned off the car and just sat in silence, gnawing on his fingernail and staring at the clock on his wrist as the seconds ticked by.

As they passed, he felt his heart beating faster. Tonight would be his night-- the end to his incel-dom. He'd score some lady-loving, feel what a kiss felt like and how a woman felt, and he'd be happy.

But damn. She was late.

When he saw Angie approaching in the rearview mirror, his heart caught in his throat, and his thoughts got invasive. He tugged at his crotch and swallowed hard. His eyes were focused intently at her chest and at her curves, and he frantically pretended not to have noticed her as she tapped on his window and spoke.

Fuck. Okay. She was more than a ten. What was the highest number? She was a that.

"H-Hey," he greeted, an awkward smile coming onto his face. His cheeks reddened, and his palms sweated as he moved them to the wheel and gripped it tightly. He turned on the vehicle. "Y-You look Angie. I mean, I mean, I... you look amazing, A-Angie!"

His eyes hardly left her cleavage except to check up on the road as he pulled away. "Picking u-up someone else?" he stammered. He'd only good his mom about her coming.

Then again, he'd also said that he wouldn't have sex with her and that they were just friends, which, hopefully, were both lies.

"Y-Yeah, sure, it's great," Sam said, laughing tensely. "Where from am I getting them?"

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[Winona]

Tags:
fancries1

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Aria

She was suspicious and as far as Aria was concerned, she was rightfully so. Angie going on a date with Sam? Yeah, no, she totally wasn't buying it. There was a reason Sam was an incel and never went on dates -- it was because no one liked him. Least of all someone of Angie's... well someone like Angie. As much as Aria hated that bitch, she could still admit that Angie was hot and popular, so why the hell was she going on a date with Sam?

Definitely some ulterior motives, which is why she had asked Alex to go on a date with her. "Date," of course, being keyword for like... spying on Angie. Plus taking Alex out? Oh yeah, that would totally piss her off and Aria was always looking for ways to piss Angie off even more. And, well, she had known that Alex wouldn't say no and Aria did not like being rejected.

Getting ready for dates was hard and not something that Aria did super often. She, eventually, managed to put together an outfit that looked alright and was just on her way down the stairs when she heard the doorbell ring. Aria perked up and jumped down the last few stairs and hurried towards the door. She pulled her shoes on and then opened the door, a bright smile spreading across her face as she looked at Alex.

"Wow," she said as she stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door closed after her. Aria didn't try to hide that she was checking him out because, well, he did look really good, okay? "You look handsome."

And then... Aria realized that she really had no idea where to go from here. Aria had been with guys, sure, but... never on a real date. Now it was time to just, what, go to the car and go to the restaurant? Was there supposed to be some kind of small talk before they left? Fuck. Maybe she should've Googled answers about this before now.

"Uhh... we should probably... go, right?" Well there went the whole cool facade she was trying so hard to have.

 

[Taelonthesands]

As they loosely readjusted their beret, careful not to shift the blonde curls they had chosen for a wig tonight. Call it a hunch that they went with being a blonde for the evening, but Sam’s tweets did a better job displaying his emotions for girls like Aria than he’d ever willingly admit. Perhaps it was just a pure obsession. Unsurprisingly for an incel like himself, but Cosmo would keep their eye on them. The only one allowed to stalk anybody was no nobody. Unless of course, it was themself and they were doing it for the sake of power practice or emergency, as promised to Tanis.

A practice that they were engaged in now. It had been minutes, deathly long minutes, for Angela and Sam to arrive. Cosmo had given up on getting a ride and opted for the long walk. Surprisingly the restaurant hadn’t been far from the Hostel, and after looking up the information on it, they’d been able to track it on what they were now calling their radar. It wasn’t a solid name at the moment, they knew they could be much more clever than that, but it helped to rationalize what they discovered during the hours between school and the evening outing. Cosmo had practice tracking Tanis and learned that after a certain point, the light from around her dimmed out and eventually disappeared. They were upset to learn that it wasn’t endless, but they rather learn that now than later. They were still on edge about the possibilities of who set up what they and Tanis labeled as sabotage at the party. Funny how being on edge about something so tedious as a mystery organization came from something so unsightly like a Halloween teen celebration.

Minutes continued to spiral along, Cosmo growing even more impatient. They knew that being fashionably late is definitely a statement that Angela could make work, but this was just getting ridiculous. Briefly, it crossed their mind that something could have happened to the two. After all, there were clearly more people than Cosmo seeking out answers tonight, what with several of their schoolmates throwing their savings in the bucket to come to a restaurant like this. Still, it felt far too soon for something like a disappearance to happen. One that Cosmo actually cared about that is. Wasn’t there already some missing cases? Damn it, if only they had put two and two together before.

Enough was enough, Cosmo slid their hand along the strap of their purse as they confident marched inside the restaurant and demanded their table early. Yes, they had made a reservation, what idiot wouldn’t for a place like this. The rooms were already rather crowded for a weeknight and there was no way many other people would be getting in unless they arrived in the next couple minutes or so. Of course, black lips put on a charming smile as the host came to lead Cosmo to the table they requested, a forced higher-pitched giggle escaping their mouth as they were complimented on their look. Mentally they rolled their eyes at the way the other looked them over like a starving dog. Still, they just kept smiling along, playing the act of a stereotypical blonde, until finally, their gaze turned to daggers as the host left them be.

Their waiter for the night shortly came behind them, Cosmo ordering water for the table and with a quick look at their fake ID, a nice black muscat for themself. While they continued to wait, Cosmo decided to see just how far away they were in hopes that it’d only be a few moments more of boredom. Taking a deep breath, they pictured Sam in their mind, focusing on as many boorish details of the other they could imagine. They could see any glowing, but this time there was a pain growing in the back of their head as they tried to push against a barrier that seemed to hide what they were seeking. They continued to press until they felt their eyes twitching in pain, grasping their head as they lost focus.

“What the hell?” they mutter, relaxing for a few moments before trying again.

The second time was a success as they watched a very faint glow appear to the far left of their vision, the outline of a figure sitting. It wasn’t until that same figure was opening up the restaurant doors that Cosmo snapped a picture of Sam and Angela, quickly sending it to Sam’s DMs on twitter. Positioning themself, they grabbed their recently delivered wine glass, crossing their legs as they leaned against the table. When Sam and their eyes met, Cosmo gave the boy a smug wink, hand waving them towards the table.

Cosmo Darlington

MOOD: Exasperated already

LOCATION: Geronimos? (was that the name?)

INTERACTIONS: N/A

MENTIONS: Angela fancries1 Sam ohdittoh

OUTFIT: x + blonde wig/purp contacts

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[Winona]

Tags:
beeswaxie

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Connor

He was... going on a date? Apparently?

Look, Connor just so happened to be on the Twitter at the wrong time (or right time, depending on how you viewed going on a date with a girl that you hadn't really talked to since middle school at literally the most expensive fucking restaurant in town) and now, he was driving down the street. It had taken him far longer to get ready than he had originally thought it would but now, he looked... decent. Presentable. Look, Connor was just hoping that the restaurant didn't deny entry to people for what they wore.

He inhaled a deep breath as he pulled to a stop just outside of Eve's house. Fuck. Connor was not ready for this. Like, sure, he went on a lot of dates -- but it was when he tended to ask with girls that he liked. He was pretty sure that there had to be some other reason that Eve asked him on this... date than like... date reasons. Connor didn't think there was anything between them and yet here he was, sitting in his car just outside of her house and trying to steady nerves that for some reason, he fucking had.

Finally, Connor opened the car door and stepped out. Another deep breath before he walked up to her front door and pressed the doorbell before stepping back. What if, like, her parents answered? And Connor had to try and be presentable and nice and explain "Oh yeah, I'm taking your daughter on a date." Talking with parents was always the worst part.

With a loud sigh, he took a step back from the door and waited.

 

[fancries1]

Location: School
Angie's fit
Alex's fit
Interactions:
Sam ohdittoh , Aria Winona , Cosmo Taelonthesands

Angela and Alexander Cariou​

"Aria, you... wow!" Alex replied, mimicking the other girl's original reaction to his appearance. Aria was naturally gorgeous, that was something Alex was well aware of. But something about her looks and outfit for their date made her stand out in his eyes, even more than she usually did. Damn, he really should've asked her out before (no, it doesn't matter that she asked him out, he probably would've found the courage to do the same eventually. Maybe). Now all he had to do was make sure that the date went well, then he could ask her out for a second one. Definitely easier said than done.

It wasn't his first time using the gps, but it was certainly not something he was used to. Having lived in the same town his entire life, Alex prided himself in his extensive knowledge of the city and most of its locations. That was, as long as said locations weren't in the wealthier districts of town, those he only knew because his sister spent most of her time there with her rich friends and the occasional girlfriend. To hear Aria's choice had been one, if not the, most expensive restaurant had come as nothing but a surprise. Why would simple, cool, casual Aria want to go to that specific place? Did she want to be surrounded by uppity adults looking down on them all the time? Did she not have a budget? He hadn't brought it up simply out of fear of confrontation, but his curiosity lingered.

"Didn't know you had a fancy palette," he teased, driving more carefully than he'd ever driven in his entire life as they approached the restaurant, still not fully trusting the route the gps was guiding him through. He hated relying on his phone, especially when it came to things like this, but the fish out of water definitely appreciated not having to ask the "fancies" walking around like they had stick up their asses for directions. "What are you in the mood for? I always go for caviar and fresh lobster, but I'm thinking imma settle for some classic diamond incrusted pizza."

Thank elegant restaurants for having large, obvious signs. For the chances of Alex being able to find the place otherwise dimmed the more he focused his attentions on his beautiful partner (and he focused on her, a lot. Maybe too much. Who gave this boy a license?). He quickly gave the car to the valet - frankly it felt nice not having to worry about parking, and guided himself and Aria inside the restaurant. The place was lavish and dripping with wealth. The costumer's elegant looks and snobby waiters sent glares so cold in their direction that he had to check if they were under a fan more than once. But still, they were lucky. The restaurant wasn't as full as it usually was and they didn't have to fight the person welcoming them too much to be shown a table.

"I knew I should've rented a tux," he commented as they sat in what was probably the restaurant's worst table wonderfully located right next to the bathrooms. Only the best for their casual, high school costumers, then. "I've got this tie with dic- hey is that my sister?" And low and behold, there she was. Angie dressed in all her glory, looking tired and a million years older and followed by none other than... Sam? The incel? What was going on?
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The car ride, even after they'd skipped having to pick someone else up, had been the longest ride Angie had ever been in. Or, at the very least, it felt like it. There was only enough conversation she could follow with someone as dull and nerdy as Sam, and she'd spent the entire ride feeling like she was in a game show as she struggled to lie her way through the many questions he had about classical monster movies or whatever it was that he'd been talking about. And talking was a generous word, the incel had been so nervous that he'd barely managed to mumble coherent sentences - this she understood, she probably would be the same if she could go on a date with herself. She'd unfortunatedly found herself having to force a couple of girlish giggles and flash more of her thigh every time she felt like she wasn't saying exactly what Sam wanted, letting him feast on her as a distraction. His eyes. God, she wished she could burn those eyes. Every painstaking second of the way, spent in agony as she felt his eyes raking over her figure. By the time they'd made it to the restaurant she was dizzy, tired, and entirely convinced that another second in that car would've made her throw up. But as long as her date was happy and easy to manipulate, it was worth it.

At least the restaurant was up to her standards. It was one she typically didn't visit unless Oliver was paying, much to her dismay and love of the place. The closest thing one had to fine dining in the sorry town and where everyone who was, well, someone, dined. Being there made her feel like a celebrity, more than she usually did. Only difference was that in this place, everyone treated her like she was famous. Or, at the very least, the staff did. And that, she supposed would do. For now.

It didn't take long for her to spot Cosmo (they didn't exactly blend in with their peculiar style) in one of the tables. Her eyes lit up when she focused on her friend, and she quickly took Sam's hand in hers to take them to the table. Finally, another human being. A competent one, at that. Exactly what she needed.

"Cosmo, darling, have you been here long?" she asked innocently, though she didn't much care about the answer. Frankly, the more she knew Cosmo had waited for her, the more her ego grew. As she passed him to get to her chair, she made sure to whisper a soft "thank you." As Cosmo answered and Sam said... well, whatever he said (she wasn't paying attention), she discreetly took out her phone from underneath the table and confirmed her location to the rest of her team. Now all she had to do, was push through the date until they arrived to take Sam away. Just a bit longer, and the nightmare would be over.

"Hey Cosmo, doesn't Sam look amazing? It's so refreshing to see someone wear something other than hoodies, isn't it. I just have the best date," her left arm reached out to squeeze Sam's bicep as her right one worked under the table to tell the rest of the team to hurry.

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[ohdittoh]

MOOD:
This. Is. Heaven.
LOCATION:
Restaurant, but bougie
OUTFIT:
This, but far less buff
INTERACTIONS:
fancries1 (Angie) Taelonthesands (Cosmo)
MENTIONS:
N/A

sam maeger

Sam could hardly focus on his driving on the way up to the restaurant. Would he have to pay her after this exchange? If so, how much? This felt like a peep show or a conversation with an escort or just...

While his cracking voice jabbered idly about the unique molecular structure of rubber, he couldn't think about anything besides, for lack of better terms, "horny teenaged boy" things. Who could blame him? That face, that bod...

He was a gentleman, but holy fuck, his thoughts weren't. They never were. And they were so much worse now because this girl wasn't just a pixels on screen or words on a page. She was here beside him. He could smell her, and, theoretically, he could tou--...

Touc...

If he thought about that, he'd fucking burst. He told himself to calm it. It was just a ride, after all, and he should've been focusing on the road.

But, naturally, it failed to work, and it continued to fail to work the whole ride there.

When he pulled into the parking lot, he prayed inwardly for something to happen that stranded him and the girl beside him in here or something, but, naturally, that didn't work, and he found a parking spot, unstuck his sweaty palms from the wheel, and withdrew his keys from the ignition.

They stuck to him once again, and he was too distracted by his date to unstick them, so, instead, he stuck his right hand in his pants pocket, got out of the vehicle, and stumbled over his feet to get to the other door to open it for Angie.

Once they got inside, he felt his phone buzz. Sam, keys still magnetized to his right hand, pulled his phone from his right pocket with his left hand, which took a bit of struggle that he hoped no one saw. When he finally withdrew his phone, he acted as if nothing had happened.

It was a text from Cosmo, an--

He felt Angie grab his hand, and he let out a little oagh of surprise as she began to tug him towards a table. He spotted Cosmo at the table that Angie was ushering him towards, and he felt a pit of dread rise in his stomach. Nothing against the person, but...well, Cosmo wasn't particularly a friend of his, he wasn't particularly a friend of Cosmo's, and...

Welp, at least he had a hot date. That made troubles melt away.

His palm, in Angie's, grew sweatier, and when she let go, he watched her sit down in her seat. "H-Hey, Cosmo! Lovely wea-weather...huh?" His inflection was strange, and his voice was wavery and cracked every so often. In his pocket, he fiddled with his keys, trying to let them off of himself, and then he realized that that kind of looked suspicious, so he sat himself across from Angie. "T-Today was a good one, huh? Great?"

When Angie spoke, his eyes shot to focus on her lips, his body growing stiff, and, at her bicep squeeze (though there was little bicep to grab and she mostly just grabbed flab and bone), he shivered and clenched his jaw, his hand stilling in his pocket. "B-Best date!" he exclaimed, and then cleared his throat. "You." He chuckled nervously. "I mean, y-you, best date, yes! You are! You look hands-hands... very! No... I... gugh, uhh... you're the best one, Angie!" Very little of what he said made any sense, but he was trying.

He heard a soft shuffling sound, and he looked down to see the salad fork on the table shifting towards him.

Shitshitshit.

In a near panic, he reached up with his left hand to grab it. "What a good fork," he said, trying to disguise his action as less obvious, and he smiled nervously. "Right, good, nice fork, huh? Fancy, too... I bet it cost at least ten bucks."

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