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The school is forcing me to run this. I'm only doing it for the grade, so don't expect much.

[shsl-graphicdesigner]

((doodle of law. I guess pointing and steam is going to be my thing for bell drawings oops))

[hroakie-blog]

walking to the side of pokemon trainers and talking to them first so you feel in control

[shslzoologistzeke-blog-blog]

[shsl--ornithologist-deactivated]

Astrid made a choked noise in her throat. It pained her to see Zeke this way, even though she had known him for such a short amount of time. Heck, it pained her to see anyone with spirits this low.

Astrid wanted to reach out and touch his shoulder. Anything to calm…

[shsl--ornithologist-deactivated]

Astrid listened to Nia, who seemed to be the voice of reason at the moment. Deep breaths sounded like a good idea right now… Calming down substantially, Astrid gazed around the room with more focus this time.

There were indeed two exits from the room. One, an imposing archway far across the room. The other was a glass door leading to who knows where.

Turning towards the small group, Astrid cleared her throat. “Nia makes a good point.” She started. “It might be a good idea to explore this museum, especially if we can find an exit. Since there’s two different exits, we could either split into two groups or explore one of them as one group.” She paused for a moment, patting Peko to calm her jittery nerves.

"Unless someone REALLY needs some alone time to collect their thoughts, we should stick with at least one other person until we figure out what’s going on. However, I’m not going to force anyone to stay with this group. if you’d prefer going off on your own, that’s your own descision. Maybe they’ll be less people around us once we get to exploring this place?" Honestly, the amount of space taken up by people in this room was starting to give Peko the jitters.

Glancing towards the one girl who seemed to be chastising another for trying to go off on his own, Astrid wondered if they planned to come with them or not.

[shslbiotech-blog]

Lawrence clicked his tongue at Nia. "Still, we all just woke up here for no reason. I still say we're on some sort of game show or reality show." He closed his eyes and nonchalantly scratched his cheek for a bit. Damn, how long had it been since he last shaved? Not that he cared, but it would be nice to find a razor sometime soon.  

"You lot got a point there, though. It'd be best to stick in a group. Now, I'll be heading off in THIS direction, and if any of you ladies -that means you too, Zeke- want a man with an insanely strong robot arm protecting you, you'd best come with me." Law pointed towards the archway with a smirk. He headed off at a brisk, but measured pace. With his perfect posture, one would think he was in the military.

[shslbiotech-blog]

  “Ahahuhuhu, hold on. Watch this." Moving his bionic arm into the middle of the circle they had formed so that everyone could see, Lawrence waved his other arm over his metal wrist. A small, old fashioned dial watch with a distinct steampunk aesthetic sprang forth. "8:15 AM. Pretty cool, right?" He turned his wrist outwards towards each of the people in the circle, dying to show his modifications off.

[shsltomcat]

“One sec on the phone, this ain’t much of a pretty sight, so avert all ye virgins eyes!  Hahaha,"  Nia takes Sadist and stuffs him under her arm as if he’s an especially squirmy toy, and turns to face the wall in a sweeping motion. There’s no reason to expose someone as cute as Astrid to her trashy, efficient self, don’t you know?  Gotta keep up some level of pretense, or something equally silly to think to yourself.

Nia takes a minute to collect herself before plunging her hand down the front of her shirt, fingers pushing aside flesh and fabric to turn up — wait, why was her phone not stuffed down her bra?  Where the fuck was it? On the same damn note, where the fuck was her cash?  Her coupons?  Her lifetime membership card to The Crazy Glitter and Cat Club?  Her Costco card?  Her emergency condoms? …Fuck.

It was official.  She was in some deep shit. They were all in some deep shit.

There was no point in trying to leave; it’d probably just lead to an unfortunate confrontation — one she would lose. They were probably in the hands of the world’s weirdest kidnapper, and she knew of some completely batshit kidnappers.

They had to have something in common.  There had to be a reason why they were targeted, and, and—

But they were talking to her, and she didn’t want to make any kind of scene.  They would all know that they were in trouble in a few minutes, probably — realization would dawn upon them, and there would be a freak out, and things would go from bad to worse and someone might try to do something stupid and it wasn’t going to happen to her.

Someone had to step up, after all.

She puts on her friendliest face and readjusts her car back into her arms, holding him close.  She turns back to face the group with a smile and a kind of embarrassed shrug.

“False alarm, tomcats.  Looks likes I’s don’t have my phone on me neither — weird, huh?  And I’s was so excited to show’s you’s all the background I got on it.  Pity, right?”

A few more winks and a laugh, for good measure.  Despite her circumstance and whirling thoughts, she is able to keep a face of complete nonchalance, and honestly looks as if she’s at ease.

In reality, her fingers were itching for a smoke — shit, did she have those either?  But Lawrence had his pipe and watch and—

Right, it was some kind of ungodly hour, wasn’t it?  Christ.  No wonder she felt like shit and could barely think straight.

The watch had been pretty cool, though.  She supposed it warranted a compliment.

“Kinda upset about the time I’s seemed to have managed to get myself to see, ‘eres, but that is a pretty damn cool watch.  You’s gonna have to share where you’s got it, boyo!  Always up to own a few oddities of my own, don’t’cha’know, haha!”

She bounces a little, and strokes Sadie with a kind of absent pleasantness. ”Still, ‘es all kinda weird, ain’t it?  I’s wonder what we all did to turn up in the same place like this, ahaha.  I’s mean, obvis’ly, we all ain’t partiers… so’s I’s wonder iffins we got somthin’ in common, you’s know?  Maybe love of animals?  Gotta see how great man is and be taught the error of our animal lovin’ ways?”

Another easy laugh, but the questions were serious, and her eyebrows arch just-so and her eyes, though still smiling, have a special inquisitiveness to them.

[shsl-actor]

After watching the.. accented lady vigorously molest her bra for something and then turn and face the others, it became fairly apparent to Lanne that now would be a good time to do something. Anything. That wasn’t boob fisting. That is not going to solve anything and that’s fairly obvious but it’s still a possibility. The authenticity of the por- wait, no, we’ve went over this, standard porno recruiting methods do not involve kidnapping. The cameras suggested otherwise.

Upon closer inspection, there seem to be exits from the room but neither look entirely inviting- it is unlikely this room is the worst the building complex has to offer. There could be actual horses or attractive men through any of those doors.

She slowly emerged herself in the circle with the flirtatious winking lady, bird lady, neckbeard guy and green hair shota, asserting herself in the most awkward way possible.

"That’s unlikely, seeing as the group of people here are extremely varied. If this is a kidnapping, it’s a pretty shitty kidnapping, sans the fact that everybody’s phones seem to be missing. "

She pauses for a moment, as if for effect.

"But we are being watched.” 

She nonchalantly points at the cameras.

[shslbiotech-blog]

"Mmm, I'll say. Who the hell puts a bunch of hormone-addled teenagers in a room full of horse porn? Fucking perverts. Luckily your man the Law here is perfectly legal, ahawhawhawhaw."

"Cameras, you say? Well, that settles it. We're on some kind of game show. Can't believe I let myself get tricked into this. Probably just nabbed us in our sleep. Or maybe we really did all get drunk. Either way, I'm surprised they were able to carry my massive girth around. Ahmmhmm."

[shslzoologistzeke-blog-blog]

[shslzoologistzeke-blog-blog]

"Oh, I’m actually a zoologist. It’s my job to love animals," he laughed nervously. "I couldn’t possibly choose a favorite, though."

He shook her hand briefly. “I’m Ezekiel. I go by Zeke, though. My surname’s Merlot, like the wine. It’s nice to meet…

[shslzoologistzeke-blog-blog]

Zeke didn’t particularly like the newcomer. He could sense how much of an asshole this guy was trying to be and he didn’t like it. He’d had enough experience with this type of people. Still, better to try to be polite rather than say something rude and make himself seem like a jerk.

"It’s… a pleasure to meet you too, uh, Lawrence. My name is Zeke Merlot."

He didn’t feel like shaking this guy’s hand, bionic or not, and Lawrence didn’t look like he wanted to shake hands, either, so he just politely tipped his head from a distance.

[shsl--ornithologist-deactivated]

"Y-yeah, I think I have it on me."

He reached inside his vest to pull it out. It wasn’t there. He checked all of his pockets.

"I-it seems that I’ve, uh, misplaced it. I was sure I h-had it on me."

At least the other item that he carried around with him was still there. Or was it? He quickly checked. It was. He hoped the others didn’t notice.

"Maybe someone else has a ph-phone with them? W-we could ask if someone h-has a watch or something. I used to c-carry one, but it unfortunately wasn’t w-waterproof. I, uh, f-found that out the hard way. Heh…"

[shslzoologistzeke-blog-blog]

The fact that both she and Zeke had lost her phones was somewhat worrying. A small, undefinable feeling began to take root in Astrid’s stomach. Surely it was nothing…right?

Astrid turned to Nia and Lawrence. “Do either of you have your phones?” asked Astrid, glancing between the two teenagers. “Or even a watch? But do make sure you have your cell phones, I suppose. I’m probably getting paranoid over nothing, though…”

Astrid looked out to the few other people actually awake. “If any of you have the time, I’d appreciate it if you told me.”

Astrid silently promised Peko she’d get him in a bit. Gently taking the bird off of her head, Astrid whispered, “Stop pecking my head, you featherbrain!”

[shslbiotech-blog]

"Ahahuhuhu, hold on. Watch this." Moving his bionic arm into the middle of the circle they had formed so that everyone could see, Lawrence waved his other arm over his metal wrist. A small, old fashioned dial watch with a distinct steampunk aesthetic sprang forth. "8:15 AM. Pretty cool, right?" He turned his wrist outwards towards each of the people in the circle, dying to show his modifications off.

[shslzoologistzeke-blog-blog]

  "Oh, I’m actually a zoologist. It’s my job to love animals," he laughed nervously. "I couldn’t possibly choose a favorite, though."

He shook her hand briefly. “I’m Ezekiel. I go by Zeke, though. My surname’s Merlot, like the wine. It’s nice to meet you, Astrid, and it’s great to see someone who loves animals. We have to talk sometime.

"It’s, uh, nice to meet you too, uh, Nia. And… well… I’m not so sure this is a ‘party’. I just woke up here and, uh, well, it doesn’t seem very… festive."

He was kind of unnerved at how easily she seemed to be taking all this.

[shsltomcat]

Ah, was she blushing?  Oh that was actually fucking adorable.  How old was she?  She couldn’t have been her age, could she?  If so, that’d be so cute. Inexperienced, “good” girls always tended to be so sweet, in some ways, at least!  Not that Nia was any kind of predator.  No cougaro.  Or just no creep-o?  No… Robin Thicke-o? That one was probably the most apt, there.

“Good to meet you’s too, Astrid.  Cute name you’s got there,”  She couldn’t resist teasing, winking a little excessively in a way that she hoped was seen as joke.  A part of her wanted to pointedly glance down at her chest and then laugh, but she had a feeling that that would have just been a bit mean. ”Jus’ bein’ friendly, I’s don’t actually mean to make you’s feel weird, kiddo.  These hands keep to themselves, you’s know! Mostly."  She winks again before allowing herself a little laugh.

“Gettin’ used to, though?  More like some redecoration is in right order.  Lord, I’s cant even imagine what would possess someone to litter their walls with this trash.  ’Ope it didn’t cost ‘em too much.” The smile widens and she leans in slightly, bringing with her the faint scent of jasmine and smoke. ”I’s wouldn’t look behind you’s to you’s right, iffin’ I’s was you’s.  That piece there is just dreadful.  Wouldn’t want pure eyes grazin’ that kinda bullshit.”

She pulls out quickly, not trying to stay in anyone’s space for any length of time.  Sadist is readjusted with a little mewl, and she brings him closer to her chest.

“Nah, he ain’t, and I’s don’t want ‘im to give chase neither.  ’E norm’ly plays nice, but he ‘asn’t eaten this mornin’ an’ I don’t think we wanna play that kinda game with your pretty bird right there, haha.  Don’ worry, I’s got a nice strong grip on ‘im!  You’s got nothin’ to fear from this little rascal.”

Sadist rubs his head under Nia’s chin, and she pets him absently and in a way that she hopes is reassuring to Astrid.  

She then turns to the boy, who was also trying to get a word or two in.  As a club girl, she knew how to address any number of conversations at once, however, and found herself easily switching over, body still turned to face Astrid as well.  One little happy group and all that nice stuff.

“Pleasure to meet you’s!" (Zeke, Ze’s okay, he’s okay — got it) Her smile grows wider and she makes sure to get a tighter grip on Sadist.

But, ah, that didn’t sound too good.  Hopefully it was just a misunderstanding, erm. Really not the partying type, or just not savvy to her lingo?  Nia swallows a little thickly, gears starting to whir into motion. The newfound concern doesn’t show on her face, and she just shakes her head lightly.

“Ah, no, you’s misunderstood.  Sorry, I’s no great communicator, you’s know?  Wot I mean was, well, wasn’t there a party last night?  Which is why we’s woke up in some shit museum that I’s don’t rightly expect any sober person to enter on their own voliti— free wills, I’s mean.”

She peppers in a few winks, and rolls back her shoulders a little.

“I’s haven’t been in a right festive party since I was a lil’e though, less you count all them’s ‘Alloween parties I turn up at.  Is that, ah, you’s only experience, Zeke?”

Please say no please say no.

[shslbiotech-blog]

Deciding he'd had his fill of softcore pornography, or at least as much of his fill as he could get without relieving himself, Law decided to get up and socialize with a rapidly growing group of people.

"Mmm, you all hate this art? Personally, I love it. But I'm just a science-loving future biotechnology student, don't mind my opinion. Apparently you need a degree in art to recognize when it's shit, uhuhuhuhuhuh." He pulled out his pipe, tobacco, and lighter, if only to show off the fine movements he could make with his bionic arm.

"Name's Lawrence McAllister, by the way. Pleasure to meet you." He didn't bother turning his head away to keep these strangers from inhaling his smoke, but unfortunately they were at a far enough distance so that they wouldn't get a mouthful of it. Goddamnit, it's tough to be an asshole.

"I certainly hope nothing frisky happened last night. No offense, but all of y'all in this room don't really seem like my type. Uhuhuhuhuh."

[shslbiotech-blog]

(What's the Story) Morning Glory?

Gargh, who stole the sheets? Lawrence woke up shivering. Did his dumbass sister turn down the AC again?

He sat up, confused as to why he was in some sort of bizarre art gallery with a bunch of incompetent looking teenagers. Shit, did he get drunk last night? Was there an orgy?! Did he actually get laid?! ...No, they wouldn't be clothed if that were the case. 

Too lazy to get up, he pulled out his bronze spyglass and investigated the paintings on the east wall. Mmm, yes. Mmm, those were some nice paintings. He particularly appreciated their use of curves in the female form. Very interesting, very artistic. Not that he gave a shit about art. The nameplate read "Men of Glory Reaping Their Rewards". Well, one thing was for sure. His feeling of glory was rising.