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[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

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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Pajea had been sitting upright, completely still aside from anxiously wringing her hands, for about ten--no, twenty minutes by now. She had set out a binder of some past club member pieces, a clipboard with a sign-up sheet, and a small bowl of candy for 'incentive'.

Honestly, the only real bad thing about the booth was just the girl sitting on the other side of it. Pajea's expression was concentrated, and somewhat fierce. She seemed to be muttering something under her breath, but the words were inaudible.

Piper has left her post none too surprisingly and takes a fist full of candy. "S'up roomie."

Pajea winced slightly at the now-lower candy supply. Right. This was her new roommate. She had been pretty diligent in not talking thus far, but this was a much better person to talk to after seeing Doris again.
"Ah...Hey. Hi." She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Things have been weird here...How's your booth been? Probably eventful, with...that whole thing." She said, gesturing to the football team's booth.

"Ah y'know kids come to get stamps mostly. It's not too exciting. They didn't give me candy to hand out at our table. Captain Callowonder ends up pulling all my potentials over to his booth." She munches on a twix bar she nabbed from the bowl. There's still a decent amount of candy in the bowl. Piper's not completely selfish.

"Sup with yours. What is this anyways? Writing?"

Pajea looked back to the various sports booths. "Kinda hard to compete with a megaphone..." After a brief pause, she reached out and pulled the candy bowl over so it was between them, grabbing a chocolate bar and undoing the wrapper. Like anyone was gonna come to this booth anyways. Might as well eat.

Pajea nodded briskly. "Creative writing club. We accept all--" she paused, biting her lip thoughtfully. "-- We accept most writing forms. Meets are every tuesday. Two-thirty to three-thirty. I can get you a room number if you want." she raised a brow speculatively. "...Only if you want, though."

Piper humms to herself as she stares at Clint while he abuses the megaphone someone foolishly allowed him to obtain. "Maybe if we could get that thing away from him I could break it and even the playing field." She says this not really directed towards Pajea but, yknow, the girl is free to respond.

"Sure why not. Could be useful."

Pajea followed Piper's gaze, strumming her fingers on the desk. "You wouldn't have to break it to make things even. You'd just need to get the battery pack out of there." She looked back to her roommate. "If he doesn't know me...I could always try. Say I'm with student council or something, that I need to borrow it for an announcement."

Pajea smiled widely upon hearing Piper's response. She grabbed a pen from the massive heap she had and eagerly shoved it forwards with the basically-empty sign-up sheet. "Just sign here, name goes here, and an email." She did seem genuinely happy, which was a pretty nice and rare thing to see. Her smile, though genuine, definitely seemed a little creepy.
"Room 420. Mr. Levington's, if you aren't familiar."

Edited 2014-11-08 03:11 (UTC)

"Nah-let him have his fun. I'm sure the megaphone being taken away really won't affect just how loud they are. It's the football team." Piper says that with a little more heart than normal. "They're not hurting anyone."

The junior leans over and writes down her information. Not like Pajea couldn't have gotten all this from her later in their dorm, but hey why not do the girl a solid. She was always so mopey. She nods along as her roomie explains the whens and wheres. "So since you guys don't acceptevery form of literature I'm guessing that means no erotica."

Pajea gave a somewhat hesitant nod. "Not hurting anyone. Yes." She mumbled, glancing back to the booth once more.

Pajea instantly seems to stiffen upon the mention of erotica. "Yeah...neat story about that, actually. There was some guy last year who did exactly that...self-inserts with mentions of student body names, stuff like that," She rubbed the back of her neck. "It got creepy. He didn't seem to write much else."

"Oh, hey, did you need me to sign your card or anything?" She seemed a bit desperate to change the topic.

A familiar set of hands graced the edge of the tablecloth. "Look at you, running a club! What a feat!" Doris rested her elbows on the table, meeting Pajea's expression of shock with a coy smile. "It's been a while. How's today been for you, sweetheart?" She grabbed a pen from the booth's heap and started for the sign-up sheet. Pajea's hand darted forward, landing on the sheet with a slam that caused students passing by to stare. Pajea raised a brow, though otherwise unphased.
"What. The hell. Are you doing." The girl growled from the other side.
Doris shook her head, giving a small cluck of the tongue. "Now, now. That's no way to treat a potential club member. Don't they teach you authors any interpersonal skills?"
"What do you aim to accomplish here." Pajea's anger was evident in every word.
"I told you already, joining a club." She prodded Pajea's hand lightly with the pen. "Or perhaps you could join one of the clubs I'm in. Maybe swim team? You'd look real nice in one of the suits..." Her giggle filled the air between them, and Pajea's grip on the clipboard tightened. Doris rose from her spot, tucking the pen behind her ear. "I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon, yeah? Writing club should be lots of fun."
"LaDonna."
"Yes?"
"Don't even think about showing up."
Doris shrugged her shoulders, still quite calm. "No club, then? Aww. We'll just have to have a more personal meeting, then." With that, she turned and headed past the booths, waving as she left. Only then did Pajea release her iron grip on the clipboard, before sinking deep into her chair with a groan.

Edited 2014-11-07 02:37 (UTC)

Diedrich took a break from ~~falling on his face~~ practicing his cartwheels to walk over to Pajea. Good thing her table was right next to his; he still had to keep an eye on both his tables. Geez, where did those seniors even go for lunch????

He did a small wave. "Hi Pajea! How's the fair going?"

Pajea definitely looked pleased to see him, and leaned forward in her seat, propping her elbows on the table.
"Diedrich!" She moved the bowl of candy to be a bit closer to him. "You've been...really moving! Very active and all. I've seen you...you've been...it's been..." She was doing some hand movements that were probably supposed to represent him tumbling, but it just came across as confusing.
"You look like you're having a lot of fun. I...I've been doing okay. Got some signatures." She glanced down to the table, her smile fading. "she showed up, though." She nervously turned focus back to him, trying to change the subject. "But you!! You must have gotten hundreds of signatures...right?"

He smiled gently as she fumbled around with her words. "Thanks! I figured I needed to do something to stand out, though I'm not that good at it. I mean, look at this!" He lifted up his arm to show her a bruise already forming on his forearm.

Diedrich's face grew concerned when Pajea mentioned Doris, though. He had never met her, but clearly she HAD to be a bad person to make Pajea feel this terrible. And if he did ever meet her, oh man, words would be exchanged. He reached his hand over to gently touch Pajea's and offered a comforting smile.

"Ha. Ha. Oh. Well." He looked at his table(s) rather sheepishly. "Not exactly? It's probably because I keep falling on my face. Maybe I should juggle tennis rackets instead...." He looks like he's seriously considering that. Diedrich, you don't even know how to juggle.

Pajea instantly went rigid upon seeing his bruise, and she practically turned to stone when Diedrich's hand was on hers. Her heart felt on the verge of bursting out of her chest, and she started to slide lower into her chair, continuing to slide down until her head was barely above the edge of the table. She was not ready for this. She had no idea what to do, as her back was on the seat of the chair and she stared at the ceiling.

After a couple moments of internal screaming, she started to shove herself up and out of her chair, cheeks now completely flushed. She looked back up to Diedrich with an incredibly strong look of intensity, eyes wide as saucers. "Yeah. You...You...you..." She panicked, thinking that maybe she was supposed to do some sort of physical contact back. "I...I...I...I..." She clasped a trembling hand over his, with way too strong of a grip, and immediately let go, collapsing back into her seat.

"Ca-Careful...with those bruises." She finally spoke, gesturing to his arm. "Don't...Don't...get any more..." She swallowed hard. "...please."

Diedrich smiled brightly and warmly. "Don't worry, I won't!!"

Then he looked at her gently, though a little embarrassed. "But, uh, thanks for worrying."

Pajea responded with only a curt nod. Her expression was some odd mix of flustered, confused, and frustrated. She was deep in thought while examining Diedrich's face, probably staring longer than she should have.
People were decent to Pajea for the most part, but this kid was going above and beyond in treatment. He even had the audacity to touch her. She still wasn't entirely sure whether to be offended or pleased with that.

"You're....you're welcome." She finally murmured, a lop-sided smile tugging at her cheeks.

The two sat in a still slightly-awkward, but still pleasant, silence for a bit. Diedrich broke the quiet with a small cough and pointed at the table.

"So, uh, tell me about the writing club! I'm not really good at writing (she probably realized this from their group project), but I do like to read! Do you guys do any publications?"

Pajea sat up and brought the binder to be closer to Diedrich.

"It's pretty straightforward-- we have new prompts and writing forms to experiment with at each meeting, and we do group reviews of our work. There are some competitions for writing locally, so we can help in getting people ready for those submissions, stuff like that." She glanced back up to him.
"Well, good writing stems from good reading. If someone were to show you the ropes, really sit down and have you write," Her grin relaxed and she pushed the binder back to the side of the table. "Then I bet you'd improve at an exponential rate."

Diedrich had been flipping through the binder as she talked, but he still paid attention to her every word.

"That sounds really cool! So I guess it's fine if I'm not that great at writing then, huh?" He smiled. "Okay, I'll sign up!"

Pajea's smile had the excitement of a lottery winner in it. She pushed forward the sign-up sheet, holding her head in her hands. "Sign here, name here, email here. Room 420, every Tuesday." She said, her voice quivering not in fear, but in delight.

"You're gonna be a great writer. So great. We'll...we'll show them. You, I mean. You'll show them." She murmured, staring at Diedrich like he was a new puppy.

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diedrich this is your official sixth club

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