AKA Nixer
—Maths Class, Classroom 3—
Dan groaned along with the rest of his class as the lights went out, and a voice from the PA explained there was some sort of blackout.
Great. He was hoping today would be straightforward.
He sat, twiddling his thumbs, before he felt something... off.
He felt uncomfortable.
Something bad was going on, he knew it.
He shifted in his seat, waiting for the power to turn back on.
edited 3rd Jun '17 8:38:45 AM by Enirboreh
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Blood Mage Apologist
Rogers High, D&D Club, 4:45PM
"The dragon looms above you, eyes blazing with fury," Rose said dramatically. "Fire swirls around his jaws, and he points a finger at you, Malakiy! His growling voice roars, "Why have you dared to intrude in my lair?"
The player in question- Calvin Rennings- gulped. "I raise my shield and grip my longsword tightly- I get the distinct feeling that this could go bad quickly. I nod at the rogue to say something, he narrated. Warren rolled his eyes with a grin. "Where would you guys be without me?" Putting a hand over his chest, he started a new speech. "I eye the dragon, and I start talking. "Oh great wyrm, you are vastly outnumbered. There are five of us- and only one of you. Yes, we are here to steal your treasure. But that doesn't mean that you have to come to harm."
Sebastian facepalmed. "That's exactly the wrong thing to do when bargaining with a dragon! Don't threaten him!" Val nodded, her eyes signaling agreement. "Bad move," she said simply, crinkling her character sheet idly.
Rose watched them bicker impartially, before speaking up again. "The dragon snarls and rears up on his hind legs, claws shining! "You dare threaten me, in my own cave?" He roars. "I will turn you to ash!"
Sebastian swore. "Shit. Well... I raise my hands and cast blink. He rolled a d20, and grinned at the result. "Yes! I vanish from view!
Rose laughed. "Ok then. You get in a spell before initiative. The dragon attacks before the rest of you have time to react, however! Roll initiative-"
And the suddenly the lights go out.
It's surprisingly orderly for a minute, no doubt helped by the pre-recorded messages playing over the speaker. Calvin complains about it interrupting the flow, Rose is mostly unfazed, and Val is just glad for a chance to plan a strategy.
Sebastian gets up, however, and starts walking. "I'm going to go see what everyone else is doing," he called back. "I know they said to remain where we are, but it isn't like it's dangerous."
Ignoring their reaction, the shorter student slipped into the hall, looking around.
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
Transcender of Gender
"Biology Study Club", Class 42A
His mind awash with diagrams of enzymes and macromolecules and endo-something reticulums, Ciro barely even noticed the classroom plunging into grey. He blinked a few times, heard the frantic discussion of his peers devolve into confusion. It wasn't completely dark, he was quick to notice, with sunlight still streaming in through the windows. Huh. A blackout?
The pre-recorded message confirmed his thought almost as quickly as he thought it. In all honestly, he was glad for the distraction. He was hard-working, and smart enough, so it wasn't often that he found himself floundering with his studies. Claremont, of course, threw that out of the window, and in such a devil-may-care way that some of his students couldn't help but think that he was deliberately screwing with them.
With an unpredictable teacher like that, it was no surprise that tension had been running high for the impromptu study group. Ciro had been trying to calm the mood as much he could, but even he felt the anxiety deep in his gut. The blackout gave them all the excuse they needed to back away from the books and take a deep, well-deserved breather.
As the air became alive with the sound of scraping chairs and tired sighs, Ciro felt his legs twinge from the position they'd been in. He stood up, stretched them out, and then quietly nodded to himself, a reassuring smile naturally forming on his lips. "Might as well call it a night there. Let's pack it up, guys. I'm gonna peek out and see how bad this shortage is."
He did just that, cracking open the class door and poking his head and shoulders out.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
"The stage is set...."
Truth be told, the stage was not set at all. It was just an empty stage, with some old props lying about here and there. Fortunately, this was only a rehearsal; as far as Valerie Schultz was concerned, the fact she was technically lying was not an issue here.
"The lights are right...."
The fourteen-year-old aspiring actress currently had her back to the rows of seats, with her arms noticeably crossed. She was currently dressed in her usual blue jeans, knee-high black boots, and black vest, with a red t-shirt underneath the latter. She would have gone with the outfit she was having made just for this occasion, but alas it wasn't ready yet. It was a good thing it really wasn't necessary today.
On that thought, the pigtailed redhead suddenly spun on her heel towards the imaginary audience, an enormous smile on her face and a twinkle in her blue eyes. She outstretched her arms as if to offer them a big hug as she boom
"Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen, welcome to Oldport's Finest: the grrrrrrrreatest teen variety show you'll ever see!"
Try as she might, she could never get the hang of trilling r's. She had to settle for just drawing it out. Not that she let that stop her as she continued on, gesturing every which way to put emphasis on her words.
"Here you'll see the best these potential new stars have to offer! Whether it's through music, dance, or comedy, we all have something to prove tonight. That we can all-"
It was right about that time that the auditorium was suddenly sent into darkness.
"-Stand with the best of them!" Valerie continued, not even breaking character over the announcement and the worried voices of her fellow club members, "Even though the electricity might have failed, this darkness will never extinguish our light!"
Then she looked around with a worried frown, not that she could see very much in this pitch black.
"Well...this is inconvenient," she commented, "Wasn't it supposed to be a nice day today...?"
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Rodgers High- Music Room. 4:45pm
"A power outage? Weird..."
Terry stopped strumming the bass guitar he was playing and leaned it against the Amp it was plugged into.
"Did a fuse break or something? Maybe the film club went overboard with one of their projects again..."
Leaving the music room, Terry made his way down the hallway to investigate. As he walked, several other students began to leave their classrooms, just as confused as he was.
AKA Nixer
—Maths Class, Classroom 3/Hallway—
Dan couldn't take the tension any longer.
He scraped his seat back, flung open the door, and ran out to the hall, ignoring any protests.
A small group of students had gathered now, and they seemed to be as concerned as he was.
He ran up to them, panting a little as he went.
"Hey guys! What the hell was that?"
edited 3rd Jun '17 9:22:58 AM by Enirboreh
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Blood Mage Apologist
Rodgers High, Hallway- 4:47 pm
Sebastian was, naturally, almost as soon as he stepped out of D&D club, engulfed by a small group of somewhat panicky students. Things were just great. Peachy. Amazing.
And there was no power, and the doors were locked, according to someone who tried to open them up.
But they were locked from the outside, which worried Sebastian. What the hell? What if there was a fire? What if someone had a gun? What if someone got hurt?
His gaze was drawn to someone running up to his small "group." He racked his mind, and came up with a name- Daniel. Sebastian would guess narc based on appearance alone, but he didn't seem like the type otherwise.
"I don't know jack shit about the situation, but I'm not sticking around," he informed Daniel. "The doors are locked, and I'd much rather wait outside then stick in here and wait for something to go terribly wrong. I'm going to check the windows in the library- they're always unlocked."
He debated trying to find Mrs. Wilson- she was an awesome teacher- but decided against it. He wanted to get out of here. Even she would have to stop him from crawling out a window.
With that, he started trotting off. He wasn't going to wait ten minutes for shit to go down. No, sir.
edited 3rd Jun '17 10:13:28 AM by Cwest5538
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
4:45 - Rodgers High, After School Counseling and Hallway
"..no fights this week, and no outbursts." Hans had just completed another of his weekly reports to the school therapist, as was organized to try and keep the young man out of trouble. The blond haired student was wearing his usual light brown hoodie, a long sleeved shirt underneath, and jeans.
This week had indeed been an oddly good week for him so far - nothing happened to set him off, and it seemed for whatever reason that the past was staying the past this time. This did not of course mean he had many friends - no, it still seemed everyone took a distance from him, and Hans did not blame them for that.
Hans stepped outside the therapist's office - thinking it was time for him to head home when all of a sudden the lights cut, and the world inside the school became dark.
Hans' eyes darted around, trying to see if there were any easily identifiable culprit, and he hoped beyond hope this was not his "old friends" trying to get his attention or something. Because such a display would usually be followed by something a lot worse.
As he walked through the halls, he was relieved to hear the explanation from the loudspeakers that the power would come back on shortly. It looked like a few students had likewise decided to leave whatever classrooms they were for whatever reason staying today in.
And of course roaming through the hallway he happened to see both Daniel and Sebastian. It looked like the doors going outside were locked.
He personally confirmed it by trying to pry open the doors himself, only to fail to make them so much as budge.
For now Hans kept quiet unless spoken to, trying to think about what was going on here. He could try to bash the doors open, but if this was intentional then he'd only be getting back in trouble...
edited 3rd Jun '17 11:21:54 AM by NickTheSwing
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Toa of Anarchy
Well, this was perfect. The perfectly crap end to a perfectly crap day. Twelve hours of study pressure pushing down on top of my head like a car crusher, mixed in with the usual crap of Mr Moore being embarrassing and that know-nothing meathead picking on me over lunch, then right at the end of the day I have to put up with a bunch of loudmouths making sure this variety show comes out right, then right at the very end the power conks out. The cherry topping the cream of annoyance, smothering the ice cream of unfairness, between the split bananas of misery and shame.
Well, I suppose I can find a way to blame myself for at least one of those things. It was my choice to take on Acting Club, after all. It was a toss-up between that and the RP club, those two and none other. There was just something about portraying a character, letting myself slip away and being someone else for a little while...it just felt really liberating, somehow. Probably because it was a little vacation from being myself. Yet I managed to choose the extrovert of the pair, because that was me all over, now wasn't it? Still, I'd probably manage to feel like the outsider among a troupe of pariahs wouldn't I? The one time near the start of term I tried out the club, all I did was sit at the back and play on the computer. It's stupid, utterly and completely stupid, but I just couldn't bring myself to sit at the table, once I realised their campaign was...dragon hunting.
Imagine, dragons in Dungeons and Dragons, right? Curse my backwards-ass, malfunctioning brain for conjuring such a banal little phobia. But that bit I genuinely didn't have a choice in. One look at the reptilian beastie on the rule book cover, and I was being yanked back to those fuzzy, swirling half memories of dreams recurring. This vague, hulking silhouette looming in the distance, clawing at the ground, stamping towards me at startling speed and snarling for me to let it out. Out from what or where? God knows. I'm not really sure I even want to remember those parts of the dream. But there it was, at the back of my mind, frigging me over when I least expect it. I could do something properly about it- adhere to the pill schedule, maybe tossing the goddamn dragon mask out of my room -but every time I think about, I get this...this sort of...weird curiosity...
But still, I'm getting ahead of myself. Right now, the room is pitch absolute black, and the half-pint in pigtails is finally showing some awareness of reality. The PA is saying for people to stay where they are, probably very wisely, too. But all things considered, I'd rather not stand exactly where I can't see a thing. If I'd known this rubbish would be going on, I might not have slumped against the wall in my own little corner. But no sense in worrying about the past, time to move forward, with future things to do. While all the other players are fumbling about, wondering what to do, I've decided to get my way to somewhere with a better viewpoint. So, edging my way around the wall, I make my way to the exit, and on finding the door, push it quietly open and squeeze my head out to look beyond.
edited 3rd Jun '17 10:52:37 AM by LizardOfAus
It was a quiet atmosphere, nothing but the hum of fluorescent lights, the whirr of fans older than the both of them, and the dutiful click-clacking of a teacher writing e-mails on a keyboard. Pleasant, calm, and constant. Studying atmosphere.
Of course, it helps if you can see what you're reading, a problem Ivy discovered pretty quickly.
With nothing but the light from the west-facing windows silhouetting the room, Mrs. Havilland only had one thing to say about all of this: "Well, shit."
Ivy noticed that, even if she had the reputation of being strict, her mother was never known in public for being rude. It seemed she even kept her mouth clean around Dad. For a reason that she didn't understand, Tracy Havilland only ever swore in the presence of her daughter. Maybe it was because she was the only one who didn't care?
Ivy popped out her earbuds and looked at her incredulous mother, who seemed to be passive-aggressively muttering at the computer before her. "You lost something?"
"Some parent complained about how I gave detention to her innocent kid after he broke a beaker with his spinner-thing. While it was filled it sulphuric acid. I swear, these damn-"
"You know it auto-saves your work every minute, right," Ivy remarked, deadpan.
"Well, I've lost my train of thought! You try and keep calm when you're dealing with a kid who could've burned himself just because he wanted to make some video!" She stopped, and shook her head, running her hand through her neatly-made black hair. "I don't remember..."
She sighed, and looked back at Ivy. "Sorry for venting. Again." She ran her hand across her desk, and reached for a manila envelope, taking out a bundle of papers. "Look, I've got some papers to deliver to the office, and Claremont's on the other side of the building. If you drop these off in his room, we can get home a little early tonight."
"...But, they're asking us to stay-"
"I'm gonna be stuck dealing with some kids running through the halls, anyway. Just humor me and take these to him, alright?" She waved Ivy's little stack of papers, clipped together, in a way that no man would call enticing.
Ivy kept walking through the darkened halls of the school, an appearance she was familiar with. There had been times where Mom had to stay really late into the night, past when they janitors would turn off all but the front lights, and she had to be there herself. Hardly threatening, hardly unusual. Mom was right, there was at least one kid every turn she made, gawking at the familiar sight of their school in a new lighting.
She passed by a pair of lowerclassmen, uninterested, until she overheard one of them mention that the doors were locked. She paused, and almost turned to ask...but, obviously, they were talking about some teacher who had already left and locked his classroom. Nothing more, nothing she needed to talk about. Ivy left with a slightly quicker pace, trying her best to ignore their chatting.
A minute or so later, she came across the door of Class 42A, and...someone she recognized? Ivy thought that she could recognize his face as one belonging in Physics class, or something. There must've been a name for him...
"...Ciro," she finally said, pointing at him after staring at him peeking out the door for a moment. "Is Claremont in? I'm here to drop off some papers, and...and..."
She stopped, trying to find the words to the sentence she misplaced, before settling on the most obvious replacement.
"Power's out. Weird, right?"
edited 3rd Jun '17 12:21:37 PM by wikkit
AKA Nixer
—Rodger's High, Hallway—
Daniel was getting severely uncomfortable now.
Hans had attempted to open the door, but it was locked.
Why the hell was it locked?
It wasn't an anxiety attack, he had never had an anxiety attack.
So what the hell was going on?
"Guys... random question, but... Do you feel... odd? Like something weird's going on?"
edited 3rd Jun '17 12:39:02 PM by Enirboreh
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Blood Mage Apologist
Rodgers High, Hallway
Sebastian paused, before looking back at Daniel. "Yeah, I think that something's going on," he said, a bit drly.
"We've been locked in from the outside! If it's just a power outage, why would we be locked in here?"
Crossing his arms, he gestured his head towards the library. "Again, we should try the windows. Even if they're locked, it'll confirm that something's up."
He glanced at Daniel. "I mean, you do want to find out what's going on, right?"
edited 3rd Jun '17 12:46:38 PM by Cwest5538
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
AKA Nixer
—Rodger's High, Hallway—
Daniel took a deep breath, before nodding determinedly.
"Y-Yeah. I do. Let's check those windows."
He walked over to one, attempting to raise the latch.
It didn't budge.
He checked another one, just to be sure.
Still didn't move.
"These were open this morning. They're always open during the day. So, why are the doors and windows locked?"
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Rodgers Higg: Hallway
The doors are locked from the outside. Terry frowned at the news spreading through the hall. This was worryingly strange. The power goes out and the doors are locked? Too strange to be coincidential...
Terry turned on his heel and ran back to the music room, before running back out with the bass guitar in his hands. His plan was to try and see if the windows could be opened, and if not...well, that was what the bass was for.
Sure enough, he spotted a couple of students trying their luck with the windows, with little success. "Uh, hey. You guys might wanna move!" He called, walking up to the window and swinging the bass guitar at the glass in an effort to shatter the window.
edited 3rd Jun '17 12:58:16 PM by svenorzokarkoff
When Daniel said he felt like something was up, that stoked the unsettling feeling in Hans' gut that this might be some form of attack or action by perhaps his old "friends". He gulped, he did not want under any circumstances for innocent people to be hurt...though, locking the doors, and as he saw the windows were now locked...
This was too complicated for those guys. Something else was going on, and Hans did not want to sit around and wait to find out who was doing this and to what end.
He commenced trying to smash the door open, rushing it with his shoulder once, twice and then thrice. He had broken a few locked doors open in his more regrettable days, so he had thought he could break these ones open.
Yet the doors did not give, nor did the locks show any hint of strain or damage from the repeated attempts Hans made to force them open.
"...Something is going on here. These doors won't budge even when I tried to force 'em open. There has to be a way out of here..." He watched them trying to break the windows open with a bass guitar, and hoped that would work.
"I...certainly hope this isn't some sort of attack..."
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Transcender of Gender
Class 42A/Hallway
"Oh! Hey..." Ciro took a second to recognise the girl as his occasional classmate, Ms. Havilland's daughter, also known as... "...Ivy. Got stuck with errands even after class?"
His tone was light-hearted, matching his smile. He hadn't really talked with Ivy before- and she'd never given off the impression that she wanted to be talked to. Neither of which had any influence on the way he was speaking to her now. "Sorry, but Mr. Claremont isn't here. Gave us permission to use the room and then disappeared. Kinda how he is." He chuckled- a little jovial, a little long-suffering.
"Don't think he'd mind if you just dropped them on his desk... But yeah, this blackout. Didn't even know we had an emergency generator." He pulled the door open wider, and then changed his stance so that he was leaning against it. "D'you know if it's a building-wide thing?"
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Rogers High (Auditorium), 4:47 PM
Finn slouched in his seat at front-center, bored countenance held up by a chair-arm supported palm. Apparently, he wasn't the only one uninspired by the rehearsal of the talent show's opening, as at least one member of the small audience was already trickling out. Barclay, if he could remember the British kid's name correctly.
As his eyes began to adjust to the darkness in the otherwise unlit auditorium, he stared up at his fellow blue-eyed redhead with a frown. The younger performer who'd succeeded his formerly promising role in the Acting Club had spirit in spades, and had done well in improvising and rolling with the unexpected power outage. Not that he was about to tell her as much.
"There are plenty of reasons for the power to go out other than lightning strikes. Some idiot doing construction probably just cut the line while digging, or something. Don't worry your little freshman brain over it," he sighed, raising an eyebrow and his free hand as he gestured vaguely at the stage, "More importantly, what was that? 'Potential new stars'? 'Stand with the best of them'? Who wrote this garbage? You're never going to inspire anyone like that."
With a disappointed shake of his head and a small smirk, Finn unfolded his legs and smoothly rose. "You!" he exclaimed suddenly, whipping a grandiose, accusatory finger to point squarely at Valerie, "Your gestures are random and uncoordinated, and it's completely obvious you're overcompensating for your inability to roll your r's. You better work on that if you ever hope to amount to anything as an actress." The tie-adorned youth chuckled and gave a cavalier shrug. "Frankly, I'm even more glad I left this dead end of a club than before! It'd be an embarrassment to be associated with someone who hasn't even mastered the basics."
edited 3rd Jun '17 8:55:48 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
The Fantabulous
Rodgers High-School, Music Room. 4:45pm
Ms. Brayne had already left the school grounds to go home by this time but no experienced music teacher was going to leave a Middle-Schooler alone in a room full of costly instruments. Fortunately her daughter Zia was happy to stick around to tutor the aspiring bass guitarist as well as pack up the daily detritus. That being said, the more senior student trusted him enough to keep practicing whilst she put a few things in the back room for storage. She could still hear him playing as she carefully set a battered acoustic guitar on its stand, "Wrong note... Over bending... Wrong timing..." She muttered, clearly also able to hear his mistakes through the thin plaster walls until suddenly the amp cut out - as did the back room lights. Zia quickly stood up and promptly hit her head on the instrument rack above, "Ah! Ow, dammit..." She gripped her head in the darkness, swearing quietly as she felt her way towards the door and listened to the automated announcement.
After a few minutes of blindly groping through the darkness of the windowless storeroom Zia managed to find the door, opening it and peering outside, "You alright, Terry?" She called out, eyes readjusting to the dim light from dusty windows. No response, "Terry?" She stepped out into the room and saw the amp was abandoned, and the bass guitar gone, "Oh bloody hell.... Yeah, just wander off and take the bass - that's just fine..." She said to the empty room with an irritated sigh, stalking off to find the wayward student and maybe why the power had gone out. From the sounds of chattering students in the halls, Zia could tell she wasn't alone in her curiosity.
The Hallway
Zia frowned, hand in her pockets as she looked for Terry down the dark halls and confused faces. Then, by some apparently locked windows, she saw the kid - with the bass guitar, about to insert it through the window. Without even thinking the musician lunged forwards, grabbing the instrument in mid-swing and practically tackling Terry to get it out of his hands, "What the hell are you bloody doing!?" She exclaimed, clutching the guitar protectively, "It's a blackout, not a fire! And hell, there's chairs you could throw - you could break the bass!" Zia was clearly a little panicked, not wanting to be responsible for property damage by Terry's hand.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
"Biology Study Club", Class 42A
4:45ish
Two years. It had been almost two years since his family had moved all the way out here from California and it still didn't make Adam feel any better. Adam, with his long blond hair and young looks hadn't managed to make many friends. Plus, the friends he did make weren't particularly close. Maybe it was because Rhode Island was a bit less kind to the surfer boy and ambiguous looking kids, or maybe he just didn't have enough therapy sessions to 'get over" Terrence's death yet. "Get Over it? Yeah Right!" he thought. That was never going to happen. People should never just die, when you stand up for someone, your supposed to win! His therapists all agreed that no kid should ever have had to deal with what he had. In fact the 16 year old wished he had been in therapy right now, but the school counselor wouldn't take him today due to some troubled kid taking up the slot, what was his name...Hank or something?
He had been invited to the "Biology club" and had almost turned them down. But since the other students remembered his Dad was a biology professor after a career day presentation, they decided they could use them. He didn't really care for them to know that was just getting a B- with how did Mrs. Claremont put it "A very serious danger of going down to a C". But when he heard Ciro's voice telling them all to pack it in he dutifully followed, barely even looking up at the kids who were giving halfhearted waves and "well bye"s to each other. As he stepped out of the classroom he overheard Ciro talking to Ivy. He recognized them both from class, but didn't know either that well, and it didn't seem they cared to know him. But something about the moment gave him pause, and since it had been so long he decided to jump into the conversation before he was welcome. Not thinking about how he could come off as condescending. Just a Ciro had finished saying:
"D'you know if it's a building wide thing"
"Gee I hope so. I hope they didn't bring the whole school to panic just cause some kid pulled a wire out of the wall."
He paused, noticing how bad he interrupted and that Ciro probably didn't notice how close they were walking before. He felt awkward.
METAL GEAR!?
Blood Mage Apologist
Rodger's High, Hallway
Sebastian swore. The windows were locked, too? This was definitly not a normal blackout- like Daniel had pointed out, they were open in the morning, and they were almost always open. Who the hell had closed them?
"Hey, you guys might want to move!" Someone called. Sebastian turned, and his widened as he saw Terry with a freaking bass. He hefted the thing and Sebastian half-dashed, half leapt away from the window, pulling Daniel with him as he lifted his arm to protect them from the glass shards that would be falling...
... huh. No glass.
He opened his eyes, and watched in amazement as a taller girl- Zia, if he remembered correctly- basically tackled Terry to the ground, chewing him out for using a bass instead of a chair.
Sebastian watched in a mixture of amusment and amazement. He'd never really spoken to her before that much, but, he thought with a surpressed snicker, he kind of wished he had. That was almost a freaking leap.
He blinked as he realized he was almost laughing at someone getting tackled. Normally he wouldn't find that funny. Maybe it was because of the pure absurdity of this damn situation.
"Well... a chair would be a good move..." He muttered. He ceased the nearest one, and shoved it towards Daniel. "Help me break this glass, man. Something isn't right around here, and I don't want to stick around to find out what!"
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
Hallway
Terry stared at Zia for a second, before his brain kicked into gear and processed what she was saying. Immediately, his face turned red with embarrassment. "R-right...sorry, I wasn't thinking very straight." He mumbled. "Guess finals pressure was getting to me..."
Rodgers Hallway
Hans at that went over to the assembled students including Zia, Sebastian and others, looking rather sheepish at the fact his repeated attempts at opening that door had failed. He'd tried everything, from every angle, and what he did would shatter or force open any given lock on any other door. Yet this one had not only remained locked, but an inspection revealed not even any damage was done and it jittered but remained closed like normal.
"I've tried forcing the doors open, but it looks like something is holding the lock shut. I'm ashamed to say I have experience in the matter, but I've busted better locks than that one...there may be something holding it locked and secure in some way."
He gave the door one last look of utter suspicion. Something was going on here, and he was not about to stick around long enough to figure out what it was.
He looked around - as dark as this was, he was becoming a bit more jittery, and audibly took several breaths to calm himself down. Getting alarmed and frightened would do nobody any good in here. He needed to start thinking of solutions to this...
edited 3rd Jun '17 8:35:28 PM by NickTheSwing
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When he got past chuckling and got into what she asked for, finally opening the door for her, Ivy moved past him to do what she came here to do. But, not without at least some kind of small talk. She wasn't rude, after all.
"Mr. Claremont's like that, yeah. Never shuts up, or anything," she said as she lightly placed the papers on the man in question's desk, among the many others he had piled on there. "My...Mrs. Havilland's convinced he'd teach even if he didn't get paid, or even if the school burned down. Said he'd just show up here and give notes to splinters..."
Slowly, what she'd said and just exactly who it was connected to dawned on her. She looked to Ciro, and with a note of pleading that broke through her usual monotone, said "Please don't tell him she said that."
Him, and this other kid who popped up, who the hell knows who he is, asked the same kind of question that was on everyone's mind. Everyone besides Ivy, of course.
"It's dark at the other end, too. Do either of you know if it's the whole city, or just here?"
The Fantabulous
Hallway
Zia sighed and took a deep breath, calming down after physically and verbally assaulting the now bright red Terry, "That's... That's okay, man - just calm down, alright?" She told him, before suddenly realizing she was still pinning him down and awkwardly getting up, offering Terry a hand. She kept hold of the bass guitar - just to be safe. "Actually, looks like everyone could use a bloody chill pill - Guys, do you really wanna get expelled for property damage right before finals?" The musician called to the others, particularly the one brandishing a chair - She felt like his name was Sebastian, but wasn't entirely sure.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
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Afternoons at Rogers High were usually an empty fair. Pretty much all of the teachers had ended their office hours at 3:30 (except for Mr. Bendis, who always made sure to put in an extra hour "for balance's sake", though what balance he was referring to was up to interpretation) and many of the official extracurricular activities, like the Debate Team, had already had their regular meetings. Usually, those in Rogers High's grounds at 4:44 were either students in detention and the student-run clubs. The soccer club had ended their Wednesday practice match fifteen minutes ago, and as such the fields outside had been closed off and all students instructed to wait for their parents inside the building.
But this wasn't a normal Wednesday, no... for Rogers High was one week away from one of the most dreaded events in all of history... finals. And as such, not only did the janitorial staff had to deal with the usual shenanigans from the Film Club or the constant requests for wet towels from the D&D Club, but they also had to keep an eye out for the impromptu 'Study Clubs' that had been formed that past Monday. For example, one of the janitors had been patrolling the area near Class 42A (which had been turned into a Biology Study Club) for the past hour, making sure the ten students anxiously yelling at each other about Mr. Claremont's classes weren't about to make a mess.
Luckily for them (and for the security staff), their work hours were practically over. Which meant going back home and putting an end to another 9 to 5 day working at Oldport's most prestigious high schools. Truth be told, most of them didn't mind working at Rogers High. A high percentage of the students were nice to them, the pay was good, the location was killer (close to the only bus terminal in town) and they always had a nice party at the end of the semester. Plus, Principal Shooter made sure to encourage the non-teaching staff to interact with the students, talking about how they were an 'essential part of the upbringing of our children'. The term he liked to use was 'builders of a new age', which to some of the staff sounded like fancy-talk for 'work hard', but for the others... it was something actually worth believing in.
Unfortunately, the events that would follow that fateful Wednesday afternoon would shatter the beliefs of the Rogers High staff. Such was the fate of the old: to become mere witnesses and bystanders, as the young take the reigns of fate and lead it into whatever horizon they deem suitable at the moment. If any of the members of the Rogers High staff gained a mere glimpse of that horizon, well... one of them might have burned the entire place to the ground so as to save humanity from the suffering that would follow. For that brief glimpse would give that person the knowledge that nothing would be the same from the moment the clock struck 4:45. Which should be right... about...
As the high school was submerged in darkness, the speakers spread around the location crackled with energy as static gave way to a pre-recorded voice. "Attention all students and staff. We are going through a power outage. Please remain where you are, preferably inside the building. Emergency generators will be activated within ten minutes. This is a pre-recorded message." After two minutes and charming little ring tone, the voice would repeat the message, as students peered out of their classrooms, trying to figure out just what could have knocked out the power at 4:45 in a Wednesday afternoon.
... and yet... if any of the students were to try and leave the building through one of Rogers High's 'iconic' orange-colored double doors, in the hopes of maybe waiting for the emergency generators whilst basking in the the afternoon sun... they would find that all the doors leading outside were, surprisingly, locked up... from the outside.
Edited by Stratofarius on Apr 2nd 2019 at 6:13:23 AM