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Feb 14, 2011 00:56

WHO: Oscar + 2012 Persona Users
WHERE: The Auditorium
WHEN: September 18th, right after classes.
WHY: The answer to all of their problems is hilarious and totally needed.

( It had been four days since he originally attempted to get the auditorium cleaned by means of student labor in detention. )

lynne, oscar, heather, anthony, emi, 2012, ezra

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lancelotless February 14 2011, 06:33:33 UTC

Lindsey most certainly hadn't wanted to go to detention those few days ago, but he really, really didn't want to be here right now. Hell, he would rather actually be in detention. Or art class. Anywhere else than back in this fucking auditorium with the fucking principal.

Contrary to last time, he was the first to arrive. He didn't bother greeting Mr. Ivors. He just sauntered into the aud, and sprawled out in the first seat he could find. In the back. By the door. If the principal suffered delusions of locking them in again, he would have Lancelot chop down the fucking door.

pen_vs_laptop February 14 2011, 06:40:13 UTC

Lynne had a sense of dejavu when her last class ended. It was after school, she had yet another appointment in the auditorium due to Mr. Ivors, and she was as enthusiastic about having to go now as she was then, if not moreso. She couldn't help it. Lynne had snorted when the email had read 'I am doing all of you a favor' but at the same time, he made sense in a condescending way (she swore, condescending was this man's default). That still didn't make her feel better.

When she got to the auditorium, she saw Mr. Ivors already waiting and Lindsey. She felt herself relax a little at the sight of the familiar face and stopped nearby him. "Hey. You're here first this time..."

turnofthewheel February 14 2011, 15:51:55 UTC

Lester nearly forgot that it was the eighteenth. He could have sworn it was still the seventeenth, or that the days had skipped it over completely and was now magically the nineteenth. He wondered what could have happened this time. Maybe Oscar was sending them somewhere else with demons. He seemed to have a knack for doing that. ... Lester decided to put that thought away for the time being.

So he ambled over to the auditorium and saw two people he had never seen before. Or maybe he had seen them before and just didn't remember. That was always a possibility. If they were here, did that mean they have fairies too?An internal smack in the head told him that he probably shouldn't be using that word right at this moment.

"Hello~."

azuranthine February 14 2011, 17:39:55 UTC

Truth be told, Lillian would have much rather spent the afternoon alone with her easel than back here. She wasn't quite ready to enter the auditorium again. It was too soon after that hellish detention for her to be comfortable but it was team business so she'd shown up anyway. It was important that she be here for this ( ... )

alalma February 14 2011, 20:33:42 UTC

From the energetic way Amalia bounced into the auditorium, it was as though she hadn't been fighting in it only a few days ago. Sure, she still sported a few band-aids here and there, but being sore and scratched-up was old hat for someone on the lacrosse team. And enthusiasm was old hat for Ama, who figured everyone else wasn't going to be too thrilled about whatever Oscar had in mind, so might as well try to keep the mood light until he inevitably made it ten times worse.

"Hola!" and if no one knew Ama had arrived, they certainly knew it now. She gave Lynne and Lilly a nod, tapped Lindsey on the shoulder, and grinned at Lester before she took a seat somewhere in the front row. All the better to glare at Oscar if he so deserved it.

andsheletsgo February 15 2011, 13:42:21 UTC

Heather nervously peeked into the auditorium for a moment before she entered. If everyone would really come, they'd surely have a large group there.. And even though she knew most of them and didn't find all of them very scary, she felt sort of nervous at the idea of suddenly being there with that many people all at once. Especially since she hadn't seen most of them in a while. Not to mention that everything about the whole Persona thing still frightened her, no matter how many times she fought ( ... )

azuranthine February 17 2011, 19:39:27 UTC

Lillian felt a sudden pang and a stab of guilt when she looked up from the sketch she'd just started and spotted the back of Heather's head up ahead. She flushed, more than a little upset with herself for sitting back here by herself brooding when she had a friend she could sit with and talk to. All of this was still so new to her, just having people she could talk to about things that bothered her.

You don't have to bear everything alone, Nephele whispered in her mind. It's your burden but you don't have to shun others while you carry it.

For some reason, Nephele's voice sounded disturbingly like her own just then but Lillian put the observation out of her mind. She stood up, gathered her things, exited the row, and walked up to the front of the auditorium. Lillian turned down the row Heather was sitting in and when she got to her, she tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

"Hi, Heather. Do you mind if I sit with you?" she asked, managing a slight, but genuine smile.

See? Doesn't that feel a lot better? Nephele asked, sounding a ( ... )

cemetaryeyes February 17 2011, 23:32:51 UTC

Ezra's hopes were not very high for this meeting. He'd taken enough condescension from the old man the last time, and the principal didn't seem to have any intentions of taking them more seriously any time soon. Their last battle had been a disaster, though... they could use all the help they could get, no matter where it came from. Maybe they could use the opportunity to organize themselves better, too ( ... )

pixelsnlines February 19 2011, 00:37:09 UTC

Anthony shuffled in not a second too late, shoulders slumped and hands in his pockets as usual. He was particularly exhausted that afternoon, but there was no real reason for it other than his own poor choices when it came to a bed time. Two hours of sleep last night. We wont get into details.

When he was beckoned to the auditorium after classes, Anthony wasn't very interested in what the principal would have to say, considering the last few meetings had been ridiculous. And usually something that got him in trouble when it came to Mr. Oscar. Detentions were never entertaining. In all, Anthony appeared a little down in spirit as he ambled towards the second row, uninterested in his classmates as he sat and slouched to his side, and eventually, lied down completely with a sigh mixed between exasperation and satisfaction. Napping in class only did so much. Napping in the quiet auditorium could prove easier. He'd give it a few minutes, first; only if Ivor's drawl got too boring would he sleep.

turnofthewheel February 21 2011, 00:18:53 UTC

Ama, Lilly, Heather, Ezra, unicorn boy... ... sunglasses boy and another girl. And himself. If Emi and...uh...Ezra's sunshine roommate came in any time soon...Then he would be certain that this was a meeting of people with fairies. Provided that sunglasses boy and other girl also had fairies. He finally sat down on the edge of a row by himself and stared up at Oscar. If it was anyone but Oscar, he would have asked if this was a Fairy Meeting.

Do you want to come to the fairy meeting too~? he wondered at the entity living somewhere in his head.

No, came the immediate response. Are you stupid? I'm not a fairy.

((ooc: apologies for pointless post. Just felt like writing something))

inthatwild February 22 2011, 08:50:25 UTC

Speak of the devil. Or fellow persona user. As fashionably late as always, Emi waltz through the door to join the group her schoolmates in the auditorium. She knew that the principal had demanded they meet right after school, but that always meant that she needed to stop in the bathroom for a fifteen minute mirror check. Even if the people she would see at the meeting were the last people she felt she needed to impress, she had an image to uphold.

"Hey," she said first to Ama, moving near her roommate. She felt most comfortable around her, after all. The others... well, she wasn't intimidated by them, but she still had a sort of apathy for them. "This had better be good."

bythewall February 22 2011, 09:07:18 UTC

Oscar had remained quiet as his expected students filed in one after the other. He met any confused or unhappy expression with his usual smile. There was nothing more amusing than confused or unhappy students, after all. However, everything would be explained to them soon enough. He was never one to dillydally around a subject. Best just to get to the point quickly.

Once the majority of them were in the room he cleared his throat to get their attention. "That's most everyone. I suppose we can go ahead and get this over with," he began, hopping down from where he was sitting on the edge of the stage. "I hope you all remember why I called you here. I've realized that your recent activities could cause some trouble in terms of your normal school schedules. To excuse you without suspicion I've taken the liberty of enrolling you all in a single club that I will be advising. From yesterday onward this group is a performance choir."

pen_vs_laptop February 22 2011, 11:37:58 UTC

Lynne hadn't been entirely sure what to expect for the meeting. She knew why she'd gotten the email, of course, but things like who to expect and what (very likely to be hated) solution Mr. Ivores was going give them, not really. Aside from what few people she knew (and she didn't know those few very well), she wasn't sure what to think of the group from what she'd seen. There was a lot more people that she thought there would be though; they looked like an interesting mix-match...

As for what Mr. Ivores had said, Lynne could have said a lot of things. Instead, what came out was a blunt, disbelieving, "What?"

azuranthine February 22 2011, 17:55:59 UTC

A performance choir?

There were obvious flaws to that suggestion, the biggest being the question of whether anybody could actually sing or knew how to dance. It'd be hard to sell it as a convincing cover otherwise.

Aside from that, it did make sense. Choirs tended to travel a lot for performances, both during the day and in the evenings. It wasn't unusual for a choir to return late at night from a performance. From a practical, logistics standpoint it made sense. Choirs didn't necessarily have to be good to perform.

It would protect Mr. Ivors and protect them, too, from investigations into their truancy. Couldn't that lead to expulsion for all of them, eventually?

As much as the thought of singing and dancing in front of an audience twisted her stomach with anxiety, it was a good idea. Despite herself, she found herself agreeing with it.

"Okay," she said, projecting her voice a bit more than usual so everyone could hear her.

cemetaryeyes February 22 2011, 18:47:19 UTC

A club was a smart cover, but of all the things the old man could have chosen, why the hell had it been that? He turned his head in Lillian's direction when she agreed to it and sighed, not wanting to be the next to speak. Already divided, but he couldn't be the only one who didn't want to go along with this.

"You like watching us squirm, don't you? I am not singing and dancing for your amusement. Isn't there something... anything else we can do?" He didn't often put his foot down so quickly, but this was just ridiculous

andsheletsgo February 22 2011, 19:11:05 UTC

Heather had offered a tiny smile at Lillian when she came over, but before she could say anything it seemed the meeting was already starting. And the last thing Heather wanted was to get on the principal's bad side, so she didn't even consider speaking up after that. But as she listened to the plan, her cheeks slowly grew a slight shade of pink.

"A-a choir..?" She understood the choice somewhat, but what if they would actually have to do something choir-y sometime? If there was anything Heater would feel frightened about aside from having to deal with scary monsters and Persona things it would be having to stand in front of a lot of people, especially on a stage.

Heather looked at Ezra when he spoke up, grateful for his complaint when she couldn't exactly force it herself.

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