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

[adminfury]

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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

Felicity Smoak --> Arrow

[awkwardphrasing]

A party was the last thing Felicity was expecting for orientation and honestly it throws her out of her element much more than she'd like to admit. She knew she should have straightened her hair and wore a better dress, instead she was just in one of her usual skirts and flats. She didn't even have lipstick on.

Quickly, she descends on the snack table looking for coffee and praying that the music won't last forever. It's not really her favorite type and she'd like to be able to hear people coming up behind her if anyone decided freshmen hazing was the way to spend their evening.

[lefthandedgenius]

"You look exactly like the sort of young woman who would enjoy this."

A hot pink flyer for Mathletes is suddenly thrust into Felicity's view. Follow the arm all the way to the petite young woman in the designer minidress and heels smiling her way.

"We've got openings, though the competition is pretty fierce. Unless Science Club is more your speed?" The hot pink flyer is put back in her little stack, and a teal flyer offered instead.

[awkwardphrasing]

"I resent your stereotyping. Especially since you look like exactly the kind of person who wouldn't be interested in this sort of thing."

Felicity's mouth gets away from her like usual as she adjusts her glasses and looks down at the poster. Her face is nothing but wary as she looks at Lydia from head to toe. She's been pushed around by the beauty queen daughters of Vegas vacationers all her life and she's not about to let another girl like them make her first day at her new school hell.

"There isn't a hacking or computer security club is there? Because that would be my first choice, but mathletes works too."

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia is completely unbothered. "Rather than give you my extensive credentials with regard to my tenure with both Mathletes and Science Club, I'm pretty sure if you're as good as you say you are you can determine my involvement or lack thereof."

Her eyes alight, "You know, the ponytail works, but you need the right earrings." Her tone is assessing, but it could be mistaken for catty.

[awkwardphrasing]

Felicity rolls her eyes at Lydia's posturing because she'd never called Lydia's abilities into question, just said she looked otherwise. Her face melts, though, when Lydia brings up the earrings.

"I know. I didn't think I'd walk off my plane and into a welcome party. I thought open house was like 'grab your key and unpack your stuff'. If I'd know I was going to something like this I would have figured out how to smuggle my curling iron or straightener into my carry-on. I lose things a lot--so I just packed my jewelry to be sure it all made it here--And you probably don't care. Sorry."

First person she meets, and already she's babbling.

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia's not posturing; if anything she's certain that Felicity can find out all the information she needs and hence posturing is by no means required.

She makes a vague gesture around Felicity as if to encompass all this. You're okay, really. If you had a chance I'd say dash up to your room and maybe pull out a pair that have a bit of dangle to them? But they really like to try and make you jump unexpectedly around here. To make us sharper." She flashes a smile. "You'll get used to it."

[notjustarichkid]

The snack table's okay, in its own way. Adequate, at least, and there's a lot of it, even if it's not exactly what Tommy would choose to eat. He needs something to slightly counteract the alcohol he's been sneaking all night, though, so here he is.

Of course, between alcohol and crowds, it's very easy to accidentally elbow someone in the side as he's reaching for something on the table.

"Shit. Sorry! Are you okay?"

[awkwardphrasing]

Felicity reels back from the flying elbow, but not quick enough to avoid taking it hard into her ribs. It knocks some of the air out of her, and she knows she'll have a bruise. Then the guy has actually noticed her, he's cute and he's apologizing and she's kind of inclined to forgive him.

"Yeah--I'm fine. I've had worse, no problem." Hot coffee down her front while covering one of her mom's shifts was definitely worse than this.

[notjustarichkid]

He's not entirely sure he believes that one, but he smiles anyway and takes quick mental inventory. She would be kind of cute, dressed a little less severely, but he kind of doubts she's really the partying kind. Still, he could be wrong and besides, a little charm's not that much hard work. He smiles.

"Still not the best start to a meeting, though. Are you new to all this too?"

[spiderette]

"Avoid the little cake things, they're awful," Natasha murmured under her breath to the unfamiliar girl when she stops beside her at the snack stand, flashing her a crooked grin. "The brownies are addicting though. Hey, I'm Natasha. You new here?"