GAMEPOST!

[mm_banah]

High School Never Ends

Step 1: Pick a character, any character, fandom or OC
Step 2: Pick a stereotypical high school student type
Step 3: Blender
Step 4: Throw them in a pan-dimensional cafeteria
Step 5: Have fun and tag around.
Step 6: ...?
Step 7: Profit!

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[tiny_blondeone]

Ahhhhh, the high school cafeteria. Where all creatures great and small-minded gather to add to the pool of human knowledge, not to mention other sordid bodily fluids.

Veronica Mars, naturally, occupies a table by herself.

[andyetyouare]

Revan's a prodigy. The kind that should normally get shoved in lockers with the sort of furiousity normally reserved for pay-per-view wrestling battles. But, unlike most of them, she's got charisma. She's not the most popular girl in school, that's for sure, but she's the one of loudest.

She's also eating an apple, and spotting Veronica, comes over with a smile. "Hiya."

[tiny_blondeone]

Veronica is not unfriendly. Slightly prejudiced against the more popular and rich of the school inhabitants (for good reason), yes, but not unfriendly.

(Unless, of course, she has reason to be.)

Revan gets a smile, at least, and a "Hey."

[andyetyouare]

Revan's not exactly popular or rich, but she doesn't exactly get warm and fuzzies from them.

"Any reason you're sitting alone?"

[notpuny]

NERD ALERT.

Sixteen year old Peter Parker, at a table as far from any jocks as possible, tray of dubious cafeteria food pushed aside in favour of chemistry homework.

Chemistry is serious business okay.

(There is an unexplained air of Sixties-ness about him.)

[mm_mono]

At Peter's table appears one of the jocks he's probably been trying to avoid. (Intriguingly, he has an air of Fifties-ness about him.) He would be looming if he wasn't so short.

"Parker," Walter Kovacs says with an unreadable look on his face.

[notpuny]

Peter has the proportionate grimacing power of a spider. :|

"Yeah?" Wary glance up. "I'm kinda busy..."

[mm_mono]

"I noticed," Walter says dryly. "You're real good at that stuff."

Yes, there's a request coming.

[mm_mono]

At the jock table--of course there's a jock table--sits Walter Kovacs, typical Quiet JockTM.

His attention at the moment is on a plate of what might be beans of some sort.

His sport? Boxing, of course. He's a champ.

[theforerunner]

And Steve sits opposite, packing away everything on a cafeteria with one hand, and doodling something in a sketchbook with the other.

He's not a very good Jock.

[mm_mono]

Walter gives him an obligatory Jock NodTM and goes back to playing with his food.

He's not very good at conversation.

[theforerunner]

Steve smiles at him. "Walter."

[gorgonfondness]

There's a girl by herself at one of the tables, picking at the vegetables that came with her breadtangle of pizza. If she picked up the pizza, it would get grease on her arm warmers, y'see. She's glancing at an issue of AMP Magazine, mild confusion on her face.

Meet Mia Ausa. Quiet. Bookish. Girlfriend to a wannabe emo punk.

[dragonofgrey]

Draco was fiddling with his black spiked cuffs as he sprawled into a seat near by.

"Mr. Sheffer's such a tosser. Oi luv, miss me?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia jumps a little when he sits down.

"Oh! There you are. And Mr. Sheffer's nothing compared to Mrs. Allen. I hate it when she says one thing and the book says another."

She scoots her chair closer to him.

"Did you bring anything to eat that isn't greasy pizza?"

[dragonofgrey]

Draco moved his arm around her, "No, food here's shite anyway. Want to skeeve off for the afternoon?"

[mm_mono]

Arnold, being the everykid no matter what age he is, is looking for a good table to sit at, tray in hand.

(Yes, he sits at a different table every day. Why do you ask?)

[tiny_blondeone]

Well, there's a generally outcaste but basically smokin' hot snarky blonde at that table over there.

Shocker, right?

[mm_mono]

Hmm, sitting alone? Arnold will just take care of that.

"Hey," he says with a pleasant smile. "Mind if I sit here?"

[tiny_blondeone]

One shoulder shrug. "Knock yourself out."