The Perk, 6/24, Saturday Evening
Tempe sat down with a list of names. She didn't believe in transcendence. It was a list of the students at Fandom High, and she was trying to remember which ones she'd met so far.
Every time she'd get to a name she recognized, she'd write it down in her notebook, and write a few notes next to it about any recent encounters and what the person looked like.
Basically, she was going to make it a mission to meet every student at Fandom. And remember who they were. One at a time, of course, because she still hated groups.
One could almost consider this anthropological research...
She sipped thoughtfully at her coconut banana latte, and massacred her strawberry muffin with her fork as she wrote.
[OOC: Come interact with Tempe, or use for your own Perk-y needs.]
Every time she'd get to a name she recognized, she'd write it down in her notebook, and write a few notes next to it about any recent encounters and what the person looked like.
Basically, she was going to make it a mission to meet every student at Fandom. And remember who they were. One at a time, of course, because she still hated groups.
One could almost consider this anthropological research...
She sipped thoughtfully at her coconut banana latte, and massacred her strawberry muffin with her fork as she wrote.
[OOC: Come interact with Tempe, or use for your own Perk-y needs.]