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<Fabian> So many shopping bags, so few arms to carry them with. Fabian plopped them down on the ground and slid into a chair, happily chugging a good bit of his coffee down. "So, how many other places do we have to hit?"
<Hope> "All of them." Hope gave Fabian a grin as she sat down at the table with her own drink.
<Cecilia> Cecilia sipped at her coffee. Just the way she liked it, black and strong, like her first ladies. Well, former first ladies. First Lady What's-her-face Kelly wasn't much of a first lady in her opinion. "Hell no, not all of them!" Said Cecilia frowning. "I just wanna get in and get out. No window shopping."
<Bobby> "All of them," Bobby grumped, dropping his own load of bags and slouching into a chair behind Hope. He sighed and gave the mall food court the once over. Seemed... like a mall.
<@Melati> "I wanna stop by the music store before we leave," Melati remarked, thumbing down the mall's hallway. "I need some new guitar picks."
<Fabian> "Can't you afford a personal shopper now that you're all Hope Stark-y?" Fabian waved his hand at Hope, disgusted with hitting all the stores anywhere.
<Hope> "Nobody is supposed to know about that outside of school, but that takes away all the fun, Fabian." Hope leaned back in her seat, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
<Bobby> "Yeah... let's not say that too loud, dude," he glanced at Fabian, before looking back around the area.
<Cecilia> "I'm just getting the lava lamp and that's it," said Cecilia, frowning. "I spent most of my allotted allowance on a cellphone, I only have so much left. I'm fucking broke."
<Jessica> Wandering through the mall on a quest, Jess spied some familiar faces and got distracted. "Heeeey!"
<Bobby> Reminded, Bobby checked his own phone, but there were no messages saving him from guard duty. Labor would be a handy excuse. Come on, Maddie!
<Fabian> "I don't think we need to worry, we're surrounded by mall-goers traditionally far too self-involved to care much what is said. "Lava light, huh?"
<@Melati> "Isn't there an app for lava lamps on these things now," Melati asked, slumped over in her chair and resting her chin on a propped up arm.
<Cecilia> "I wanna real one," said Cecilia, relaxing back in her chair. "College isn't college without at least one lava lamp in your dorm room."
<@Melati> "Hey, Jess." She lazily raised an arm to wave, but managed a smile. "How's the mall looting going? Any good booty yet?"
<Bobby> "They are quite fun to stare at after a big bow....hi, Jess!" Bobby flicked off the phone and realized he needed to shut up. He grinned at Jess instead.
<Fabian> "It'll help with all sorts of moods." Fabian smirked, waving to Jess and taking his feet out of one of their extra seats.
<Jessica> "No, I just got here... looking for something suitable for an old person birthday. Any ideas?" She perched on the arm of Hope's chair. "Hi." she returned Bobby's grin.
<Hope> Hope gave Bobby an odd look. "Viagra," she offered to Jess.
<Jessica> Jess facepalmed, "God no! That'd get me fired! And more nightmares."
<Bobby> Bobby just widened his eyes at Hope and grinned.
<Fabian> "Possibly a four hour or more nightmare."
<Cecilia> Cecilia snorted at Hope. "...I dunno, I never met either of my grandparents, can't say I'd know what'd be a good gift."
<Hope> "You don't have to tell them. Just put it in their pudding and see what happens."
<Cecilia> "FABIAN!" She laughed incredulously. Damn that game! She'd gone bad now and was never going back.
<Bobby> "How about a book of crossword puzzles?" Bobby shrugged, but he had to laugh at Hope and Fabian.
<Jessica> "Argh! Stop!" Jess threw a napkin at Fabian. "Stop! No pills! Think of something else!"
<Hope> "Case of Ensure. Old people love that crap."
<Cecilia> "...A pill organizer?" Said Cecilia, smirking. "Calendars with dogs on them?"
<Jessica> "They're fun old people I want to get something fun... They have calenders and there are nurses to organise their pills..." She frowned. Presents were so hard! Why did people do this to themselves?
<@Melati> "Definitely a parrot," Melati suggested. "Old people love having someone to talk to."
<@Melati> "It doesn't even have to be alive if they can't see that well anymore."
<Bobby> "A calendar with dogs doing crossword puzzles." Bobby nodded.
<Fabian> Fabian just looked proud as he picked the napkin off of him. "Burial insurance? I suppose he all ready has that. Seriously, he'd probably appreciate that viagra. He might as well go out with a bang."
<Jessica> "Then I'd be doing myself out of a job, Mel. That's what they pay me for."
<@Melati> "They pay you for listening to old people stories?" That made her perk up in her chair.
<Cecilia> "And now the picture of old you dying while banging an old lady is in my head, thank you, Fabian," said Cecilia sarcastically, making a face.
<Quentin> There was a lot of geriatric sex happening in people's minds and Quentin was not okay with that. His mind was still sluggish from the horrendous hangover he had from the night at Vitos and now he was haunted by another reminder...of course, he was haunting their steps more than they were his.
<Quentin> There his prey was, he just needed to be casual as he made his way to the food court.
<Jessica> Jess nodded to Mel, "Yeah they do... and they're so nice. I like my job."
<Bobby> "I don't need any age Fabian banging anything in my head, thanks," Bobby winced, propped his feet up on Hope's chair and looking around. Pink.
<Fabian> "You mean that's not how you want to go out? I can think of no better way to die."
<Fabian> "I'd be a bit worried if you were thinking about that, won't lie, Bobby."
<Hope> Sensing a telepath in the area, Hope shifted just a bit and tapped into the power.
<Fabian> He all ready still checked vents for the vaporous man once in a while...even if he wouldn't be able to see him much.
<Bobby> "Me too." He glanced at the mohawk again. Piiiink.
<Cecilia> "Hey!" Said Cecilia to Bobby, frowning. "...And I dunno, I never thought I'd live that long," she admitted to Fabian. "But I can think of worse ways."
<Jessica> "I'm not killing anyone for their birthday. Jesus." She shook her head, following Bobby's gaze. Oh look, pink hair again.
<Cecilia> "There's a terrible joke I could make here, Jess. But I'm holding it back for your benefit," she teased. She turned to see what everyone was looking at. "Oh GOD. Not him again!" She cried.
<@Melati> "Paying someone for talking to you... I don't know, that sounds kinda sad to me," Melati remarked.
<Bobby> "Just kidding around, Cee," he said distractedly. Was the Pink Darren coming this way? ... that was a yes. "Him again?"
<Hope> "Not who?" Hope gave Cecilia a bit of an odd look.
<Quentin> Why were the lights so bright in these places? Quentin pushed his shades up more, glancing back as he heard the cry of 'Oh GOD'. Well, looks like he had been spotted. He gave a sheepish wave, cringing just a bit.
<@Melati> "Now I feel down, great." She muttered. "I want a donut."
<Jessica> "They're not paying me, it's the retirement home. I just go and help out and chat to the old people.... and they try and set me up with their grand children. It's a thing."
<Cecilia> "Asshole at the bar," she said, embarrassed. She still felt really upset about that. What the fucking nightmare of a night.
<Fabian> "That would be Quentin, we met him at Vitos...he was a drunken ass but at least he looks sober right now?"
<Hope> "Happens to everyone at Vito's at least once," Hope reasoned... not that she was legal anywhere BUT Vito's.
<Bobby> "If he's sober how does he explain that hair?" He sniffed. "No offense, Mel."
<@Melati> Melati sat up in her chair and turned her head to watch the guy heading their way, giving him a scrutinizing look. "Nice hair."
<Cecilia> "Didn't Darren have mohawk?" Asked Cecilia, rhetorically, arching an eyebrow.
<Bobby> "Sure did. Didn't stop me questioning him either." He grinned at Cecilia.
<Quentin> Well, this was his opening. He might as well take it. Quentin straightened up, putting his ego on display as he strutted on over.
<Cecilia> She laughed at that. "Fair enough, I don't mind the punk look personally. Be a hypocrite if I did with the piercings and the tattoo," she said, gesturing.
<Fabian> "So does this mean I can have a mohawk so I can top that?" Fabian jerked his thumb towards the approacing pink-haired mutant. "It'd at least add some height."
<Jessica> "Oh please do so I can take pictures and laugh."
<Cecilia> "S'better than the goatee," she said, draining her cup. "Do I have to talk to this guy? I'm sorry but he made me drink too much and have the worst hangover of my life. And that's quite the accomplishment."
<@Melati> "Come on, you can forget about it right away," Melati tossed in, shaking her head while looking smug. "No one can top my mighty crest, and you know it."
<Fabian> "In his slight defense, I had something to do with the drinking considering the shots." Fabian chuckled, sitting up as the man came up to the table.
<Jessica> "Me too... I forget about tolerances..."
<Bobby> Bobby sized the guy up, remaining in a slouch, but keeping his feet on Hope's chair.
<Cecilia> "Yeah, but I'd never have drank them if he wasn't such an idiot," she said, determined to blame that pink-haired dickhead.
<Hope> Hope wasn't worried. She had already sized the guy up. She could take him. "Well, we have a lot of idiot friends at school too."
<Cecilia> "...Good God, Jamie."
<Quentin> "So...I owe some of you an apology." He gave a bit of a smirk that worked just enough in a self-deprecating way as not to completely ruin what he was going for. "I swear, I'm not like that normally and I absolutely don't go around prying in people's minds like that normally either. Any way I can make it up to you guys and the rest from that night?"
<Bobby> So he was a mutant. Huh. Bobby's eyebrow went up and he pulled out his phone again.
<Cecilia> It was on the tip of her tongue to say 'no' and 'to hell with you' but that wasn't very charitable and she was trying to turn over a new leaf...though she so badly wanted to smack the shit out of this guy. "If you are gonna it better be one hell of an apology," she said, eyes narrowed.
<@Melati> "I've no idea what you're talking about, as I don't know you yet and haven't been there, but don't let that stop you from buying me drink, too," Melati replied, nodding.
<Hope> "I always advise telepaths to stay out of my head." Hope shrugged a bit.
<Quentin> "One drink, right." He nodded to Cecilia. "If you could feel how sorry myself, my liver, and my head are you'd know I meant it." He chuckled just a little bit. "So, can I sit down?"
<@Melati> "Don't know if you can, but I won't mind." She gestured at their table. "Guess it'll depend more on the others, though."
<Hope> "I wasn't there so I don't care either way." Hope went back to her hot chocolate.
<Cecilia> Cecilia shrugged, still frowning. "It's a free country."
<Jessica> "I'm going to see if they have tea..." Jess got up from the arm of Hope's chair and headed for the counter.
<Bobby> Texting complete, Bobby just watched the guy. Pink. Paige would love to get her hands on that.
<Quentin> "Thank you." He took the seat and scooted in. "Yeah, hi, I'm Quentin, drunk ass but I hope not that bad sober."
<Hope> "Hey Quentin. Hope." Hope gave him a bit of a wave.
<@Melati> She gave the guy a two-fingered salute and lounged back in her chair. "Melati," she replied. "Awesome while drunk or sober. Call me Mel, if you like."
<Cecilia> "I won't waste my breath introducing myself since you already know my name," said Cecilia, one eyebrow arched, sizing Quentin up, trying to judge whether she was being played or not. It was hard to tell though.
<Fabian> Fabian was keeping quiet as he just took in the moment, absently eating some of the fries at the table. The guy still seemed a bit twitchy but that could be nerves.
<Bobby> "Bobby," he supplied.
<Quentin> "Iceman, right?" He asked, glancing up as Bobby introduced himself. "Very cool, man, how do you get into all this, anyway?"
<Bobby> "....yeah. That's me." Damn SWORD PR. "Into what, exactly?"
<Hope> Hope tensed slightly at Quentin recognizing Bobby. She focused on taking a sip of her drink instead.
<Quentin> "Mutanty superhero government agent-y business."
<@Melati> "Hey, don't diss that PR," Melati remarked with a chuckle. "No one would remember you if it weren't for that, after all."
<Bobby> "Just talented like that, I guess." He flashed teeth at the pink kid, noticing Hope sitting up straighter. He bounced his foot on the back rail of her chair. Telepathy would be handy right about now, but he still reinforced his own shields.
<Fabian> "It's done wonders." Fabian shrugged.
<Jessica> Jess wandered back from the counter with tea and a contented smile. Yay! She retook her seat on the arm of Hope's chair.
<Hope> Well, at least he hadn't recognized her. Hope glanced at Bobby, then relaxed in her chair, keeping the telepathy power though.
<Cecilia> Cecilia frowned, rubbing her arm absently and shuffling a little closer to Fabian. She did not like being made a fool of and sadly that was the second time she'd been publicly embarrassed by a telepath. She was becoming very prejudiced towards the mutation, if only because the people who wielded it tended to fuck her shit up.
<Bobby> Bobby scooted his chair so Hope could see his face, then relaxed again.
<Quentin> "I guess it's probably too late for me to get into something like that." The people at the table save Bobby looked to be a bit younger than him anyway. "I doubt I have much in the way of the qualifications either."
<Jessica> "So are you guys finished with shopping or taking a break?" Jess asked Hope, quietly, taking a sip of her tea.
<Bobby> "Oh, I dunno... we already have one guy with a mohawk though. You might need a new angle." He flashed another grin.
<Hope> "Undecided," Hope whispered back. Though after this encounter, she was ready to get home to Johnny.
<@Melati> "Well, you seem to be a good-for-nothing with an attitude and a drinking problem," Mealti remarked, cracking a grin. "Speaking from personal experience, you've got all the qualifications you need and then some."
<Mayday> "Well, no way!", there was a sudden sound of approaching steps before Mayday Parker skidded up to the table, "Hey! What are you guys doing here?", she let her bags down gently, all with large 'Mega Bloks' logos upon them.
<Mayday> "I-I've never seen all of you out at the same time!", she giggled.
<Quentin> Quentin looked behind him as Mayday approached. "Hi there, we didn't meet, did we?"
<Hope> "Discussing the pros and cons of giving Viagra to old people. Lovely conversation really." Hope grinned a bit.
<Jessica> "Hey, May!" Jess gave the girl a smile, looking back down at Hope. "Damn, I was hoping for shopping company... if you all go home I'm going to get something horrendously inappropriate."
<Cecilia> "Hi May," said Cecilia, smiling warmly at her. "Shopping...and apparently being apologized to."
<@Melati> "Yo, May!" She tilted back her head to look at the arriving girl and raised a hand to greet her. "Grab a seat, will ya?"
<Mayday> Mayday blinked at Quentin, "O-oh...no, sorry. Erm...i-is this a new student?", she smiled at him before sitting in the seat she was offered, sliding her bags beneath it.
<Bobby> Bobby scanned the food court again. They had quite the little crowd here now. "Hey, Mayday," he said, distracted.
<Quentin> "Student? You're a school?"
<Cecilia> "Oh God no," said Cecilia. Shit could he be? "At least I hope not."
<Mayday> "....s-some of us...go to E.S.U.", Mayday covered.
<Bobby> Bobby flashed a look at Mayday and then Quentin, internally rolling his eyes.
<Cecilia> Cecilia winced at that. God...and she thought she was a bad liar.
<Hope> Hope shook her head a bit, glad Bobby was there at least.
<Quentin> Quentin frowned a bit, looking between the girls curiously. "I get it, I'm not yet the type you want wherever you are. That's okay. I've got my own thing going well enough I'm pretty well set anyway I guess."
<Jessica> "May, I don't suppose you know any suitable presents for old people birthdays? You know... that aren't shit... or boring... or potentially deadly..."
<Fabian> Fabian wanted to facepalm a bit, wondering if perhaps there should be a bonus course for X-men on lying smoothly.
<Cecilia> "Sorry, but we don't trust just anyone," said Cecilia, still a little guarded. "We've had problems with trust in the past. We're still cagey."
<@Melati> "Slinkies," Melati remarked. "Everyone loves slinkies."
<Hope> Hope shuddered a bit at the word cagey.
<@Melati> "Well, you trusted me, for better or worse." She gave a light chuckle and cocked her head.
<Bobby> Bobby just closed his eyes. Way to be cagey by saying you were cagey.
<Mayday> Mayday blushed, feeling the vibe that she'd messed up, she looked at Jessica, "I-I'd go for tea cups? Collectible stuff is cool, I guess."
<Jessica> "Not really any stairs, Mel. Not appropriate.... and I hate to say it, lover of tea that I am, but tea cups sounds boring..."
<Quentin> "I'm pretty cagey too. Not being so's a good way to get yourself stabbed. I get it, been there, still there." He considered the question about gifts. "Well, there anything he needs? Scarves? Cane?"
<Jessica> "I love how you all assume it's a man I'm getting a gift for. What if it's a woman?"
<Cecilia> Well...he seemed okay when he wasn't drunk. Perhaps it was just a bad night. She'd had those. And it appeared they had something in common. "Bad neighbourhood?" She asked, the corners of her mouth quirking up just a bit.
<Hope> "Viagra is good for both."
<Bobby> That earned Hope a snort.
<Mayday> "If you need viagra at this age, something;s wrong.", Mayday pipped up, giggling and snorting a little.
<Jessica> Jess facepalmed, "I'M NOT GETTING OLD PEOPLE VIAGRA!" And now she slid into the chair beside Hope and tried to make herself as small as possible because everyone was looking.
<Hope> Hope smirked and used the newly freed armrest. "No sense of adventure."
<Bobby> "Indoor voice, kids!" Bobby had to laugh though, especially at Jess' face.
<Jessica> "You all want me to get fiiiiiired..."
<Quentin> "If I don't like a neighbourhood I switch it up." He admitted with a shrug, figuring that was a 'cagey' enough answer and obvious enough to maybe worm his way in. "No permanent place at the moment."
<Mayday> Mayday frowned, "...ooook.", she looked away from Jess and back at Quentin, "Sorry, m-my name's Mayday. Hi.", she grinned, holding out her hand.
<Fabian> "Jess, old people need loving, too...just slip it in his desk drawer, he'll figure it out."
<Hope> "Been there, done that." Hope glanced back over to Quentin. "Was a foster kid."
<Jessica> "Fabian, I'm giving you one warning. Suggest that again and I will zap you in the crotch."
<Quentin> "Hey Mayday." He shook the offered hand. "Cool name, and yeah, I did that for a while, too. State gave up on keeping me in, though."
<Cecilia> "...So you're homeless?" she said, laughing a little still at Jess' outburst but it was quickly dying down as he said that. Shit, was he on the street? "I grew up in the South Central Bronx," she offered.
<Fabian> "Kinky."
<Mayday> "Wow.", Mayday shook her head at Fabian, giggling at him.
<Jessica> Jess groaned and wondered if a half mug was enough tea to drown herself in.
<Hope> "It was better than to hit the streets in Alaska. You could freeze there, man."
<Bobby> At least with that outburst from Jess, the rest of the food court was studiously ignoring them. Good.
<Quentin> "I like to call it transient, sounds better."
<Cecilia> "JESS!" Snapped Cecilia. "If you do that I swear to Christ..."
<Jessica> "If I do that he'd deserve it!"
<Hope> "We'll have to get out the jello again."
<Cecilia> "I don't give a shit!" She exclaimed. "Don't zap my boyfriend! Get your own for that crap!"
<Jessica> "And he'd probably enjoy it. That's why you don't want me to." She nodded sagely, "I see how it is."
<@Melati> "Well, if you ever seriously need a place to crash, I'm pretty sure we could set you up with something," Melati offered.
<Mayday> With a sigh, Mayday shook her head, "Drama llama, much?", she frowned, "Jess, you're being super mean..."
<Bobby> "Oh God, here we go... Jello all around!" Bobby shook his head, trying to follow the real conversation.
<Fabian> "Oh Jesus, don't start down that road, Jess."
<Jessica> "I'm joking! Jeez!"
<Quentin> "...sounds like your school's quite the place. Jello a thing?"
<Jessica> "No, it is not a thing. They wish it was a thing."
<Cecilia> Cecilia snapped her jaw down hard. "Sorry about that," she said to Quentin. "No, only to this guy," she laughed, gesturing to Fabian. "I'm afraid it wasn't so popular with the people it was intended for."
<Mayday> "W-we're normally a pretty fun group!", Mayday promised Quentin, fumbling the handle of her bags awkwardly.
<Fabian> "The rest of us had an awesome time." Fabian defended the jello. It had been a great idea.
<Bobby> Bobby had to agree with Fabian there, and gave him a thumb's up.
<Cecilia> "It was fun to bounce on it," said Cecilia. "And eat it...though I'm not sure that was so sanitary." Like she cared about that though, she was born in a slum, surely she had a super immune system. She almost never got sick.
<Quentin> Quentin was honestly laughing at this point. That was amusing enough he didn't even need to act. "Well hey, thanks for letting me try and make up for being an ass. We more or less good?"
<@Melati> "How could you do anything jello-related when I wasn't there?" Melati gave them a shocked look. "I'm so disappointed now."
<Hope> "Long as you stay out of my head," Hope reminded him, tapping her forehead.
<Cecilia> "Uh, yeah, sure," said Cecilia. "You, uh...don't have to go, you know. I know we didn't get off on the right foot but I can see you're fine now..."
<Mayday> Mayday gave Quentin a double take, "H-he's a psyker?", she blinked, shying back in her seat, "Hey, keep a lid on that, ok?"
<Jessica> Jess finished off her tea and looked somewhat disappointed about that. She leaned to put her mug on the table then settled back into a slouch beside Hope.
<Cecilia> That and she actually felt some sort of kinship to his guy. Apparently they had similar backgrounds and they were both mutants...
<Quentin> Ladies and gentlemen, mission accomplished. He was now in. He offered Cecilia a good smile. "Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll be sure to keep a lid on that, too. I'm surprised I didn't get a punch to the balls from that alone."
<Cecilia> Cecilia shrugged. "I'm both more forgiving and unforgiving than anyone might realize." She raised a finger. "Oh, by the way. If you're on the street, watch your back, y'know, mutant to mutant."
<Jessica> "Maybe you would have if she hadn't been drinking. Aim was probably off." Jess gave him a grin.
<Quentin> "Mutant on mutant?" Quentin's eyebrow quirked up.
<Mayday> "Oooh, right.", Mayday waved a finger in Cecilia's direction, "You know about that, right, Quentin? T-the cannibal killings on TV?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia 'tsked.' "Afraid it's not as kinky as that."
<@Melati> "Yeah, apparently there's some weirdo on the loose who's made a sport out of chopping up folks like us." Melati nodded.
<Quentin> "I hadn't seen anything on the news when I've been in a place to watch it...you're fucking serious?"
<Mayday> Scratching her head, Mayday nodded, "Uh-huh...i-it's really horrible. There's rumour going around that says it might be a group."
<Fabian> "They're keeping it quiet on the news, not wanting to make us 'on edge' in case we decide to do something about it ourselves or something."
<Hope> "I mean I know times are hard, but eating people?"
<@Melati> "Wish I was kidding, man." She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "So you better watch out, yeah?"
<Cecilia> "I wish we weren't but sadly we are," admitted Cecilia. "It hasn't been on the news because apparently humans think we're expendable or that we don't matter...I'm trying to change that actually, me and my friend Jean-Paul, we're organizing a rally to spread the word."
<Quentin> "Rally...for mutants?" They were seriously going to put them all in one place for him?
<Bobby> After watching the conversation for a while, Bobby's eyes locked on Cecilia. Oh yes, he'd heard about this rally a bit.
<@Melati> "Something like a cannibalism awareness walk," she asked with a doubtful look on face.
<Mayday> "Aww, Mel! W-we could play music for them!", Mayday clapped.
<Hope> Hope just facepalmed.
<Cecilia> "Yeah, here," said Cecilia, pulling out a flyer from her backpack. "All the info's there. If you wanna come out that'd be great. We need all the help we can get. Gotta stick together, right?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia caught the look she'd gotten from Bobby. What? Her eyes seemed to say.
<Bobby> He shrugged slightly.
<Jessica> "For now, best suggestion is to be careful when you're alone." Jess offered.
<Hope> "Or don't be alone at all."
<Quentin> "I talk to plenty of mutants, lots around out there." He took the flyer. "I'll be sure to, and yeah, that's true." This was the easiest thing ever. "I'll be seeing you there then. I gotta head out now though, don't want to lose any of my regulars."
<Bobby> Bobby bounced his foot on Hope's chair again with a smirk.
<Cecilia> Cecilia nodded. "Right well, if I see you I'll be sure to say hello." She smiled for the first time at him then. Well, he wasn't so bad.
<Hope> Hope smirked back over at Bobby. Not like she ever got to be alone anymore.
<@Melati> "Hell yeah, we totally should," Mel replied, offering Mayday a bro-fist. "After all, we can't risk the others having that event end up all lame and stuff."
<Jessica> Jess patted Bobby's foot behind her head.
<Cecilia> "You guys have a band?" Said Cecilia, smiling. "That's cool. What do you guys play? Fab's teaching me the piano."
<Bobby> Bobby reached out and flicked Jess' hair.
<@Melati> "Damn right we do!" Melati grinned. "Well, technically, we're still in the formative phase?"
<Mayday> Mayday returned Melati's brofist, laughing and beaming at her, "We need drums, everything else is covered, Cee."
<Jessica> She swatted at Bobby's hand, realising her hair was still up from work. Frowning, she decided to fix that.
<Quentin> He stood up from the table, tucking the flyer away. "I'll be hearing the band, too hopefully then. See you guys around." He gave a bit of a salute for a wave, heading out for the back exit of the place.
<Mayday> "Ok, bye! Nice to meet you!", Mayday waved to Quentin.
<Hope> "See ya, Quentin." Hope waved a bit as he left.
<Cecilia> "Hm, can't help you there, unless Fabian decides to quit the bagpipes as his loud and terrible instrument and takes up the drums," she laughed, waving at Quentin.
<@Melati> "See ya around!" Melati waved after the guy. "Was cool meeting you!"
<Fabian> "I will never quit!...I will consider adding banging on things rhythmically, though."
<Jessica> "Bye, Quentin." She waved, fluffing up her hair with her other hand.
<Cecilia> "Didn't you already have that covered?" Said Cecilia wryly.
<Fabian> "I'm a pro." Fabian nodded proudly. "Okay, who else is seriously having a hard time looking at that guy's hair with a straight face?"
<Bobby> Bobby raised his hand.
<Fabian> "It's like My Little Punk Pony. What do you even do with that?"
<Cecilia> "I dunno, it's not so bad, I liked Darren," she said. "It's a look. Lotta people from bad neighbourhoods dress pretty outrageously. I think it's sorta cool. Wouldn't suit everyone though."
<Jessica> "Throw glitter at it?" Jess suggested to Fabian's question.
<Fabian> "...I can't wait to see him again. I'm going to annihilate him with glitter."
<@Melati> "I dunno... I'm trying to picture Paige with something like that at the moment," Melati remarked.
<Bobby> "Guess that makes sense," he told Cecilia. "Try to make himself look all big and bad and not like the pretty boy to get his ass kicked down the block."
<Mayday> "Aw, right! I-I have to get to the comic place!", Mayday stood up, lifting her bags, "I have to shoot, sorry!",
<Jessica> "Probably should have picked a better colour than pink for that..."
<Hope> "Guthrie will be all over that pink hair." Hope laughed at that image.
<Cecilia> "Exactly," said Cecilia, nodding. "Attitude too counts a lot in those areas. Do you think I'd survive being a shrinking violet? You can beat your ass I wouldn't."
<Fabian> "Come on, people, we're going to the craft supply store to get glitter." That was something Fabian never saw himself as likely to say. "I don't know, if I were some street thug I don't think I'd pick the pink guy to fuck with."
<Bobby> "Yeeeaaah." Bobby glanced at Mayday. Ooooh, comics... He pined.
<Cecilia> "Can we glitterbomb the hallways?" She asked Fabian, hopefully.
<Jessica> "Oooh craft store! Maybe I can get something there that's old people friendly!"
<Fabian> "Yes, yes we can."
<Mayday> "I-I er...I'll see you later, ok?", Mayday waved at the others, "Have fun!", she hopped away, happy she'd bumped into people. And Quentin seemed nice!
<Cecilia> "That's right!" Said Cecilia, jumping up in a burst of energy. "Don't cross me or I'll get all arts n' crafts on your ass!"
<Bobby> "I don't suppose I can go to the comic shop with her...." He got up and started picking up all of Hope's thousands of bags. "No? Didn't think so..."
<@Melati> "See you around, May!" Melati got to her feet, as well. "Don't forget my guitar picks."
<Hope> Hope rolled her eyes a bit. "Let go get your nerd books."
<Jessica> "And then help me shop?" Jess gave Hope a puppy look. "Pleeeeease? I'll carry everything?"
<Bobby> Bobby beamed at Hope so overcome with nerdly rapture he gave her a side hug. "Hey, I might like you after all, princess!"
<Cecilia> Cecilia skipped along happily. With the lava lamp and glitter she'd have the most technicolor room in the school!
<Hope> "I'd hope so... and I already told you what to buy old people." Hope smirked at Jess. "And the pharmacy is that way. On the way to the shop. Here we go!"
<Jessica> Uuuuuugh. Jess decided just to go with it. Maybe she'd get some anyway and just use it to prank people.
<Hope> Hope hugged Bobby a bit awkwardly. "Everyone likes me. You're just a bit slow."