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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[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.

[notpuny]

"Um."

To confirm would be setting himself up for a fall of some sort; to deny would, well, be lying.

He settles for: "I guess." And then, "It's just, you know, my thing. You punch people, I balance equations; the world keep its happy balance."

[mm_mono]

Walter latches onto this explanation. "Right, it's just like that. You're bad at punching people, and I'm bad at chemistry."

There is a pause.

"Actually, I'm failing chemistry."

Does Peter see where this is going yet?

[notpuny]

Peter does. He ain't a genius for nothin'.

He frowns at Walter for a second. "You want my help?"

[mm_mono]

"You're about the best there is, right? I gotta bring my grade up before the end of the semester or I'm in deep."

This is a lot of words for Walter, who usually epitomizes the Quiet Jock type. See how desperate he is!

[gorgonfondness]

OOOPS!

Sixteen year old Mia Ausa didn't mean to bump into your chemistry homework, Peter, honest! Look, she's even putting her things down and kneeling to pick it up for you!

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking," she says as she gets his book. "I was looking for my table."

She gets one of her arm warmers caught in someone's spiral notebook, hers or his.

(In spite of the rather ancient looking icons, she has an air of Nineties/Two-Thousands-ness about her.)

[notpuny]

"Oh, uh, it's okay--"

He leans down to help her, which really just results in him getting in the way. He tries to pick up his notebook and it tugs at her arm warmer ... so he drops it again in surprise.

He's obviously going for the clumsiness prize.

"Probably shouldn't do it in here anyway, someone'll accidentally drop meatball surprise on it and that's just not the answer to any of the questions."

[gorgonfondness]

She giggles at that.

"Unless your homework magically changes to Foods and Nutrition with Mrs. Allen, and even then there's no guarantee unless she agrees with the book for once."

Once his things are mostly gathered up, she gently works to get the spiral loose from the arm warmer.

"Sorry. These things like to get in the way sometimes."

[theforerunner]

"Peter." Steve is, theoretically, a jock. He forgets sometimes. "You need to eat. Actual food."

[notpuny]

"--what?"

Peter stares at Steve as if he's talking in some alien language.

Then blinks and looks at his own tray.

"Oh, right. Well. You know, I'm not sure the cafeteria food counts anyway..."