[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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[missmysticism]

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.

[autonuked]

"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?"

[missmysticism]

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."

[autonuked]

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."

[missmysticism]

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."

[autonuked]

"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."

[missmysticism]

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.