[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

[clintocallowhat]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Lunch + Club Fair
When: End of the 2nd week of School
Where: Lunchroom and Courtyard

It's now a couple of weeks into school and it's about time for a real club fair hosted by the Student Council! Tables are set up around the lunchroom giving students a chance to talk to the different club presidents and members about joining. Lunch has been extended to an hour and a half today with a few of the teachers and students grilling up hot dogs and hamburgers for the student body. You were even given one of those little cards where you have to get signatures from 4 different club presidents proving you participated for credit!

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[wavesintheta]

Underground yoga club. Caspian wasn't sure if that was sarcasm or just plain bullshit. Probably a mixture of both. Either way, in the off chance this guy was actually telling the truth, Caspain was willing to give him a chance.

Probably a wrong move considering Eli, but hey. "Sure, sure," he spoke, "When does your club meet then, underground yoga club rep?"

[pleaseme]

"It's also fuckin' yoga club; word doesn't really get out," he mumbled under his breath. Eli then straightened up - which ... well, this was Eli, so he was still pretty slouched - and crossed his legs, actually deciding to pay attention to his visitor now.

"We meet--" He faltered for only a second, eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing, before continuing as if nothing had happened, "--Tuesdays ... at 4:00. Tuesdays at 4:00; sometimes a little later." He waved his hand vaguely. "Not super strict on the time, just show up when you can and you'll get extra curricular credit or whatever."

This guy was really cute, what the fuck; this was Caspian? How did like, half of the students get super hot over the summer?? And no one told him??? Outrageous.

Eli should have made a better sign.

[wavesintheta]

He chose to ignore the hushed comment, he didn't quite hear it all but he was sure it was snippy in some form. As he waited for the information a slight smile did creep onto his face at the falter. It made him wonder if the club was actually legit, or if it was something else.

Tuesdays at 4, he could probably manage that. With soccer it could be a little tight on time, but he could make it work. "Cool," he answered, "Where does it meet?" He pulled the sign up sheet toward himself as he spoke, taking a pen, which looked oddly familiar, and scribbled down his name and number.

[pleaseme]

"Gym room 4 - the smaller fitness one with the padded floor near the soda machine." The only-remaining soda machine. He'd fought so hard to keep that thing here, while the rest of the vending machines slowly turned to Powerade and bottled water. Disgusting.

[wavesintheta]

"Got it," he took a mental note of the information, also imputing it into a note on his phone, marking it also in his calendar. By the soda machine? Nice. Thank god it was still up and running, there was almost no where else you could get a nice soda left on campus without paying an arm and a leg.

"Cool, I'll see you Tuesday then," his goodbye was casual, giving a short wave as he started his exit from the table. He didn't need to get anything signed off as he was running a table himself, and for that he was a bit thankful.

[pleaseme]

watchin the booty as it goes