School's out forever! ...just kidding.

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Who: SCHOOLBOUND/TRUANT KIDS/TEENS.
Where: SCHOOLS (And wherever the truant decide to wander).
What: SCHOOL/TRUANT THINGS.
When: First & second day of port! (Thursday and Friday, right?) For whatever time frame school happens in.
Warnings: None! I hope. Well, maybe bad kid things like drugs, booze, skipping, setting things on fire. Fights in

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Arrival!

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[It's time for the morning meet'n'greet with your schoolmates! Didn't find a knapsack, wallet or purse with your name anywhere in it? Don't like the name you have and hope people call you something else? Mill around here before the bell and see if anyone addresses you. See if you have a nickname!

...like Thor.]

I wasn't stalkerishly waiting for a post like this... O_o

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon's all set for school. Apparently, appearances must be kept. He's been sent off with his books, bag, lunch money. Aaand he's standing outside the school gates trying to work up the nerve to dive into school yard hell. How did Stefan do it? Even with vampire wiles the idea's be daunting, and without... This was going to be hell. He was never this kid. Not even when he was a kid, was he this kid.]

Re: Arrival! - derp what is Five's port name? Merle's prob had it written down somewhere.

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin - 'Merle Tucker', aged eighteen, high school senior (whatever that meant) - had washed up at the school in the hope of blending in, but facing the inexplicable behemoth of teenagers ahead of him/her had made him realise he might have been better off calling in sick. Hayley had told him a little bit about American high schools and they had sounded daunting. The reality was worse.

When he saw a certain someone milling around, though, it was all he could do not to flinch. As far as Merle's - telephone? - could tell him, he was her boyfriend. And he supposed that pretending otherwise would count as not blending in. He smiled, very faintly, at the boy.]

I don't think Terrance would tell ANYONE his name :| HE IS CALLED "THOR" IN THIS KINGDOM.

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[And some poor, unfortunate young man who has no idea that this young woman is the "Tuesday Night" listed in his cell phone contact list gives her an uncomfortable smile in return before turning his gaze back down to his phone. Texting everyone in your list is bound to come up with interesting results, right?

At least Merle's phone will probably confirm that it's him, however odd the message itself is.]

Is your name actually Tuesday? I havexxxx can't remember.

I suspect at least one teacher might have let it slip during his academic career tho :|

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin's thrown when his pocket vibrates, and bemused by the message. He laboriously constructs a response.]

My name isn't Tuesday.

Probably. D: And thus the great battle began!

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[Well, then. That was awkward, but at least now he knows who Tuesday is. Or isn't, as the case may be. She looks like a very sweet girl... all too timid, though. He sort of feels bad for her, if she's associated with... whoever he is. Or isn't. Cue cautious approach! And... he's trying VERY hard to sound as American as possible.]

Terrib... uhh, sorry. I'm... uhh... not feeling... myself today. Perhap... err, maybe I... had a lot to drink last night?

[Gulp. Whisper.]

...what's your name again?

Re: Probably. D: And thus the great battle began!

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin gives him a look. Judging from various photographs and text messages saved on his funny new device, Merle and 'Terrance' have been more intimate than he really wants to think about - and definitely enough for Terrance to have committed her name to memory. Still, he answers without thinking about it:]

My name is Merli-

[He barely hits the second vowel sound and then clamps his mouth shut for a second.]

Merle. It's Merle.

[And shouldn't Merle be taking a bit more offence at this?]

How could you forget my name?