School House Rumbles 3: Act 1, Cadet

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"Of course."

She tucks her pants under her arm an unfolds her blouse so he can see the paint covered fabric.

"Do you see this, Headmaster? Look at how ruined my favorite blouse is! Is there any way I can salvage this, such as with a...oh, what do you call those contraptions? That machine you use to clean clothes."

[Guy Smiley]

Takeshi would see King sending sharpened pieces of wood at one of the letters in ARCADIA on the side of the building, waiting for Gulliver and the rest of the class. He'd see King standing there, then simply flicking his wrist and the wood would go FLYING, nailing the same spot each time. Half of it he wasn't even looking

Mack, hearing the noise, heads over to the edge of the roof.

"Yo, King! Whatcha doin' down there?" he hollers.

[Froggy]

Mack, hearing the noise, heads over to the edge of the roof.

"Yo, King! Whatcha doin' down there?" he hollers.

"Target practice!" King hollers back, as Mack sees another piece of wood hit the same spot the last few did, splitting it

[Cleric of Hell's Brigade]

She tucks her pants under her arm an unfolds her blouse so he can see the paint covered fabric.

"Do you see this, Headmaster? Look at how ruined my favorite blouse is! Is there any way I can salvage this, such as with a...oh, what do you call those contraptions? That machine you use to clean clothes."

"Down passed the Dorms is the wash room, with state of the art cleaning machines. Your shirt will be fine."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"Down passed the Dorms is the wash room, with state of the art cleaning machines. Your shirt will be fine."

She sighs with relief. At last, a bit of good news today. Happily, she refolds the blouse and places it atop the pants. She holds them out in front of her to hand them to him. "That is most excellent, Headmaster. Here you are."

[Guy Smiley]

"Target practice!" King hollers back, as Mack sees another piece of wood hit the same spot the last few did, splitting it

Mack whistles.

"Ya sure ya really need it?" he joked.

[Ghost]

"Hmm?" Caught up in her preparations, she hadn't noticed the rising tension occurring on multiple fronts. Still, she could understand the attraction Eisen would have for such things.

"I guess it is a chance of pace from what we're used to. In my house, we have to remain all prim and proper to maintain our image or something."

"I'm not sure what that means," Eisen said, "but back home we just didn't talk about personal issue the way the others are doing now. My uncle isn't much for casual chatting, and my sisters really aren't much better a socializing then I am. The only one who spends time out of the house regularly is Kugel, and she's not very talkative either."

[Yun Lao]

"I'm not sure what that means," Eisen said, "but back home we just didn't talk about personal issue the way the others are doing now. My uncle isn't much for casual chatting, and my sisters really aren't much better a socializing then I am. The only one who spends time out of the house regularly is Kugel, and she's not very talkative either."

"I'm not a hundred percent certain of my family's history, but supposedly, we were a big deal back in the day." Rosemary tried to explain, but her interest quickly shifted. "You have sisters?"

[The Dog]

"I cannot for the life of me figure out how that's supposed ta be spelled. Yakkytoree?" He traced the letters on the table. "Well, whatever. You've made your point, I'll hold off until tomorrow. Don't wanna creep Rose put with our lamentin' and wailin'."

"It's spelled y-a-k-i-t-o-r-i, just so ya know." Selma replied, tracing the letters herself.

"Plus, Ah think Kyra will get a mite suspicious if we start talkin' 'bout how Ah may or may not have feelins for her while she's in tha room... Ta be honest, Ah'm kinda wonderin' how she hasn't heard us yet. She must block out every sound not related ta what she's doin' when she starts doin' somethin."

[Froggy]

Mack whistles.

"Ya sure ya really need it?" he joked.

King laughed. "Never hurts you know? Now what are YOU doing up THERE?" King asked Mack, bemused about the guy's current situation

[Cleric of Hell's Brigade]

She sighs with relief. At last, a bit of good news today. Happily, she refolds the blouse and places it atop the pants. She holds them out in front of her to hand them to him. "That is most excellent, Headmaster. Here you are."

"We all do our own laundry here."

[Vakanai]

OOC put Vi outside with King and Takeshi?

OOC: Why not?

After lunch and some alone time to think, Vi went outside for some fresh air. Or really, just to be outside. She rather liked outside, with the trees and the...frilly green stuff on the ground. That was probably a word she should look up. She didn't want to give yet another example of how she wasn't normal, and normal people probably knew all about that frilly green stuff that grew out of the ground. Mr. Carrots used to eat the stuff, way back when...

Then she spotted two people. More classmates. More complicated traps where she would probably say the wrong thing. Probably get into a fight or argument, or get them sad or upset or angry about Baad, something she didn't want to do. Was it even possible to do damage control know? Did it matter? There was really nothing they could do. Hell, the project was well on its way to completion now. Nothing she said could really ruin anything. Still, she sucked at this kind of thing. God she'd be in trouble eventually. People were complicated, and placed a great deal on emotions, desires, and illogical things. Stuff she spent the better part of her life trying to repress. No wonder she was beset my traps. She couldn't fit in with these people, they could see right through her.

Blagh! Stand up straight, be polite, be friendly, don't say anything weird. For the love of all that is good don't say anything wrong. She wanted to blend in. She wanted friends. She wanted to slap Sloane. Wait, was she still angry? Stupid boy, with stupid hurtful words and stupid stupid...stupid head! Yep, still angry. Also, she couldn't believe how terribly she performed with Gulliver. She had not shown her A-game, had not shown her A-game at all.

"Blargh! Blarghedy blargh!"

She shook her head. Traps bedeviled by traps bedeviled by traps. Why didn't Baad train her for real people? Or at least warn her that real people were crazy? How was a unit supposed to survive this school thing?

She sighed. Come on Six, pull it together. Go try again. Meet new people and all that jazz. Whatever jazz was.

"Hey," Vi said, approaching the two boys. "What are ya'll doing?"

OC: Mostly Selma questioning her own sexuality, which is exacerbated by Sloane trolling her... to an extent, after which he becomes a supportive friend.

OC: So is she gay, straight, bi, bi curious, or pan/omni-sexual? I was trying to think what sexuality Vi is...but I figured she that special kind of damaged where anyone kind enough to her could eventually take advantage.

[Vakanai]

Cas is walking around thinking about things. He's open.

OOC: Too late. You could go out and see Vi and King and Takeshi.

[Eternal Torment]

"It's spelled y-a-k-i-t-o-r-i, just so ya know." Selma replied, tracing the letters herself.

"Plus, Ah think Kyra will get a mite suspicious if we start talkin' 'bout how Ah may or may not have feelins for her while she's in tha room... Ta be honest, Ah'm kinda wonderin' how she hasn't heard us yet. She must block out every sound not related ta what she's doin' when she starts doin' somethin."

"Must have been one of them late-added languages." He strugged.

"Anyways, Kyra's probably one of those types that gets absorbed in their work easily. Focus and dedication taken to its max is a bad thing." Sloane waved it off.

"Of course, if she did hear you, then we'd have some real trouble. Oh yep. Real trouble, indeed."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"We all do our own laundry here."

"We all do our own laundry here."

"We all do our own laundry here."

"We all do our own laundry here."

She stares at him blankly while hebr brain tries to process those words into a concept that she can comprehend. Do her own laundry; what kind of hellhole is this, where they do their own laundry?

"I have to my own laundry?!" She asks finally, mouth hanging open in full disbelief. "Surely, yo-you jest, right?"