[Mingle-Log] Only non-alcoholic beverages in the punch bowl...

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SHIELD Academy
Open House
Everyone is congregated in the spacious auditorium of the SHIELD Academy. The noise level is probably a decibel below deafening and the lights are probably a little dimmer than what might seem normal for this time in the evening, but it doesn't seem to bother anyone as they just carry on. There are banners strewn about welcoming all first years to a new chapter in their lives while others welcome the others back for another year at the Academy. Refreshments are served up on stage while other tables set up around the massive room are home to pamphlets and flyers for clubs and classes. Special electives and advertisements for training sessions are also littered amongst the tables.

Make a few friends, find old ones, look into clubs that catch your interest. This is open house for all returning students and prospective students, so hang out, hit up others and just mingle!

Comments

[abercrombiehood]

He should have gone to juvie.

It's really a feat to look so disgusted and irritated with all the people and flyers and chatter within twenty seconds but look at him go. Look at how he would literally rather be anywhere else in the world right now. Going to some fancy high school, that was stupid. He should have taken his chances in prison.

Though-- Roy clenches his fist at his side, pushing his nails into his palm until the skin there is white and indented. And then he watches it fade back to normal within seconds, not minutes like it would take a normal person. He swears he can feel his new strength just waiting in his fingertips and he's reminded why this was a better idea. It'd be easier to escape from this place than a padded cell in lockdown because he nearly killed another kid with his bare hands.

Roy pulls up the hood on his red hoodie, stuffing his hands into his pockets and generally trying to make himself look as unfriendly as humanly possible.

[senoritaamerica]

And guess whose attention that hood stunt has gotten you? One Miss America in a stars and stripes hoodie of her own. She's standing a few yards down from Roy, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Freshman?" Why ask when it's obvious. But courtesy dictates, and sometimes America listens. "It gets better. Trust me."

[abercrombiehood]

Isn't he just the luckiest person ever.

Roy just... hardly looks at her, because looking means that he cares. Or something. Look, he doesn't care. He doesn't care if it gets better or whatever touchy feely crap goes on here.

"They pay you to say that?"

[spiderette]

"Trying to be little red riding hood?"

Natasha's voice is amused as she wanders up to the new kid with a crooked smile. She stops in front of him, studying his expression a moment, her head canted slightly to the side.

"I think you need to growl a little more to pull off the big bad wolf."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Didn't your mama tell you that if you kept on scowling your face would freeze like that?"

He'd be absolutely gorgeous if he wasn't sneering so much. Lydia doesn't seem to expect a positive response to her banter, and she's prepared to move on quickly if he offers her so much of a sneer. She does feel compelled to note, though, "You know, this place isn't really the suck you seem to think it is. Give it a chance."

It's not that she can read his mind. At least not in the genuinely telepathic sense.

[anythingwithstrings]

"You should scowl more, then nobody will walk up and talk to you. I can practically hear you being tense and anti-social."

That is the voice of one Maya Matlin, and it isn't directly attached to a person close enough to be talking to him. But it isn't a telepath, the voice is external. But you might be crazy. Of course, Maya is somewhat obvious as she's staring and wearing big bulky headphones.

"So why are you here? Cause it seems pretty clear you don't want to be here."

Jane Foster || MCU

[pocketphysics]

[Jane's trying to check out the new clubs and scope out who came back and who's new and also not get stomped on or tripped over. Not her fault she's barely over five feet!]

[notmymccalling]

[The young wolf was a clutz sometimes. He wasn't paying attention and his senses were overwhelmed at the moment, so when he bumped into the pamphlet table next to him and jumped away, startled, it threw him right into Jane's back. There was no real force involved, but he did immediately spin around to face her this time and half flail.]

S-sorry! I um... Sorry. I'm just... [Overwhelmed. But how did you explain everything around you was just way too loud and he could smell everything! You didn't. Unless you wanted to explain you weren't human. Which he really didn't want to do either.] ...really sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?

[dyskinesia]

[ Bruce spots her just as she's about to get trampled over by a pair of freshmen taller than her by almost a whole foot, and reaches over to pull her back, managing to successfully avoid that collision. ]

Sometimes it's like you're an accident waiting to happen.

[spiderette]

[ Natasha's lost track of how many times she's been nearly run over today so far. Yeah she's short and yeah this room is officially overcrowded but really, this is getting ridiculous.

However, she does manage to catch Jane in the aftermath of the collision to keep her from stumbling back into the senior who looks like he's roughly four of them combined. ]

Whoops, careful!

Darcy Lewis | Marvel

[incomingsass]

[Darcy is a bright eyed and bushy tailed first year!!! She is eagerly taking in all of the surroundings as she enters the auditorium, trying to map out the best path to get everything she wants accomplished.

She moves from table to table checking out all the clubs, stuffing pamphlets and flyers into her messenger bag to organize by her level of interest when she gets back to her room. She's excited to get involved in as much as she can handle, making sure to say hi to anyone and everyone she crosses paths with. She's putting in extra effort to make a good first impression, knowing her mouth tends to get her into more trouble than it's worth sometimes... But only sometimes.]

[mischiefandlies]

[This girl is way too excited to be here. That's all Loki can think as he watches her buzz back and forth like a human-sized honey bee. This was someone that needed Tommy's speed mutation.

About the third time she passed by him and said a quick greeting, which she seemed to be doing to everyone she came across, he held out a hand to stop her. He didn't normally partake in the human 'handshake' custom, but if it would slow the busy little bee down for a moment, he could make the minor sacrifice.]

Loki. And the fair maiden of speed is...? [In other words, chill and chat for a second!]

[anythingwithstrings]

"Hi. I know who you are, I heard you greet the last seven people."

*Maya doesn't look up when she greets the far too energetic First Year. Her lips don't move either. She's sitting on the music Club table wishing the noise would at least work in some manageable pattern. She's fine with loud concerts, the noise isn't quite so chaotic there. This was what she figured a warzone sounded like.*

[spiderette]

[ Natasha's seen the girl making her way around the club tables with an unusual amount of energy, but it's hardly the most unusual thing she's come across here today, so she takes it in stride. At least until she rounds one of the tables one time and the first year all but runs her over. She does manage to catch them both before they both land on a pile on the floor, however. ]

Hey kiddo, slow down there. You're going to end up wearing someone's snack.

Re: Darcy Lewis | Marvel

[pocketphysics]

[Oh boy, an ickle firstie, and one who was a little bit shorter than her. Joy!]

Um, hi. Gathering options?

Sif | MCU

[prevalkyrie]

[ It's Sif's senior year at the Academy, which actually has her a little nostalgic as she steps into the auditorium for the start of her last year. It's not as overwhelming and confusing as it had been at the start. Granted, Midgard can still be terribly confusing and strange, but she's adapted well to the strangeness, even come to cherish it.

And she could admit to herself that she missed it. Spending the past summer with the Valkyrie had been fascinating and exciting and adventurous, but there was a little part of her that had admittedly been feeling more and more at home and welcomed in Midgard after the past few years. She'd certainly found herself growing fond of the place.

To anyone who knew her before, there's a subtle difference about her as she moves among her classmates today. There's more of an air of confidence about her, a surety that she's lacked in previous years. The summer training with the female warriors has helped her grow into herself and much of the awkward clumsiness and uncertainty that haunted her moments in previous years isn't as much in evidence now. She's always been polite and respectful, however, and that remains unchanging as she greets her fellow students and catches up with acquaintances, as well as happily looks to make new ones as well. ]

Re: Sif | MCU

[felicitousfeloniousfeline]

Growing bored with the beverage table and the wandering eyes of boys too timid to approach her, Felicia checked the door for new arrivals. Now here was someone interesting. A woman of confidence and grace. A potential power player at the school with an air of some unearthly quality or other. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to make friends (and size up the competition) Felicia grabbed an extra drink and angled her way toward the tall Asguadian goddess.

"You walk in like you own the place," Felicia flirted, slipping the extra glass into Sif's hand deftly as she spoke, "name's Felicia, I'm new."

[x5452]

"Sif?"

The voice comes from behind her. Max has beens skirting the edge of the crowd, not exactly anti-social but not a full-on social butterfly, either. Last year was her first at the Academy, and also her first year in an environment that didn't involve being programmed into being a kill 'em all super soldier. Max loved it, and Sif had been part of why it had been a positive experience.

Shyly, she offered a little wiggle-waggle of her hand, wrapped in a fingerless glove. "Hey."

Kevin Tran | Supernatural

[vates]

Even though he's not technically a freshman, being a second year transfer and all, Kevin's sure he's wearing that New Guy sign on his back as he makes his way through the auditorium, looking at the different displays and trying to get a picture of what kind of school this is, and what kind of lives people have here. Kevin's not exactly a normal student anymore; he's fluent in more than a handful of languages at this point, even though he still gets a headache when he tries to speak some of them.

He's cautiously optimistic about being here, but also afraid; this is probably going to be all new territory, and at home, he knew what to expect out of school. Here, he's going to have to learn it all over from scratch, and what if he can't climb to the top again?

He turns around from looking at the Magical Studies table so he can move onto the next, but instead he runs right into someone.

"Oh, sorry. Um, it's dark in here."

[notmymccalling]

To be fair, Scott hadn't been paying much attention to where he'd been going either. He was a bit disoriented and entirely overwhelmed. Sensory overload to the extreme. So when Kevin turned and ran right into him, he stumbled a bit and blinked at the other teen in confusion at first. As soon as his mind caught up, he stammered.

"N-no, sorry! It was probably my fault." He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, it is kinda dark in here." He agreed, though his eyes had already adjusted thanks to his supernatural senses.

[spiderette]

Natasha manages not to spill her drink all over the senior she'd been casually chatting with and she's frowning as she turns, but her expression flits to one of puzzlement when she catches sight of who jostled her. She lets her gaze drag down him, as if confused by something.

"It's fine. This place is way too crowded, so it's inevitable, I think," she answered, then let her gaze come back to his face, her brow furrowed faintly. "Did you change clothes?"

[youngdevil]

"I wouldn't waste my time with the magician's club." Crowley sneers at the table. "There are much more worthwhile activities here. You'll see."

Not that he's trying to get people to join his own clubs or anything. He just thinks magic is stupid.

Crowley isn't exactly the friendliest boy at school, but here he is at this stupid event, half-playing-nice for the sake of maybe meeting a person or two worth talking to at all.

Usagi Tsukino | Sailor Moon

[poundingmochi]

The party was already well under way by the time Usagi found herself, never mind how, walking through the door.

Looking around enthusiastically at all the students and tables, ideas flitted through her mind at a rapid pace; thoughts of future boyfriends, gal pals, wild successes at various clubs which she saw promoted throughout the hall. All these notions however breezed right out of her head as quickly as they had come when she laid eyes on the refreshment table.

She now had but one purpose- to make her way, as quickly as possible, to that table and consume all it's contents. Gracelessly she began squeezing through the crowd, angling for the table, looking quite ridiculous all the while, not paying too much attention as she bumped into first one student than another, occasionally tripping over their feet.

When at last she reached the table she ate no less than 6 cookies, 4 doughnuts and 3 cupcakes before pausing a moment to wipe her mouth on a paper napkin. Ready to start on round two, she absentmindedly tossed the napkin behind, not noticing as it whacked the passerby firmly in the face.

Phil Coulson | MCU

[superteen]

Phil joins a lot of clubs and while he's not the most outgoing guy at school, he does try to make a solid effort to be friendly to everyone he comes across, so he spends his time between a few different clubs' tables and the refreshment area, smiling shyly.

He's looking forward to meeting new students and greeting old classmates, because he's really not one for making enemies. This school has been good to him and he works hard, both in his classes and to give back to the place that's given him so much.

Crowley | Supernatural

[youngdevil]

This is Crowley's last year here and he's going to make it count. He's spent a lot of time learning skills that he hopes will help him survive after school, even if he's still not entirely sure why this school wanted him so badly in the first place.

He doesn't go home over the summers, because as far as he's concerned he's got no home to go back to, though somehow the school's found out about that, too, and he hasn't had to try to make it entirely on his own.

Still, this place is full of people who take all of it for granted and who are, frankly, not worth Crowley's time. He pretends, though, and he plays nice, because it serves him well to. He's only got one more year of the protection this school has afforded him and after that, it'll be on him to figure out his own life.

Walking around the dim room, he grins at anyone he makes eye contact with, quick to look for useful personal connections or even just entertaining morons.