#campus.start

[sing2you]

⭐an open starter for anyone in new directions

as co-captain of the new directions and someone still living in shame from last year's disastrous competition season, stella firmly believed that it was her duty to ensure that each and every new directions member was taking things seriously. not just in their group rehearsals, but outside of them too.

which was why she'd taken to cornering new directioners in public settings, appearing seemingly out of thin air beside them in a way that might terrify those with a weaker constitution. luckily, her voice alerted people to her presence soon after. that day's opening line? "hope you're excited about this week's show choir assignment," words she delivered with an only vaguely threatening smile.

"randomized pairing mashups - how fun! i recommend booking the choir room for your rehearsals sooner, rather than later, before it's monopolized by other - lesser and non-performance related - activities."

[scgclden]

option one. inside of the choir room [2/2]

there was a soft skip in her step as we walked into the choir room to join all her fellow glee club members. taking her usual seat in the second row, slightly off to the side, goldie shrugged out of the her cardigan (definitely used more for fashion then warmth) and laid it out on the chair next to her. by now everyone knew the spot was reserved for cece, but you could never be so sure! once she was settled, the blonde looked up at the board and saw this week's assignment written out. "do you think we're allowed to trade partners?" she thought of when the names had been pulled out of the hat, how she wished to be matched with at least five people in here and none of them had been the named called. "i doubt mr. kelmeckis remembered every pair off the top of his head." she couldn't even list off two groups from the top of her head.

option two. outside during cheer practice [2/2]

the sun was high in the sky, bright as could be, but thankfully there was a breeze that accompanied the late september day which gave some relief. stretching next to the others, goldie brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the glare as she trained her gaze on the person next to her. "i really hope coach steele goes easy on us today. i had way too many beers last night at a frat party and my tummy's been gurgling all morning." she sighed, moving into child's pose. or at least an attempt at it, really she was trying to find some kind of comfort. "remind me never to drink that much again." it wouldn't matter. she'd do it again. she never learned from her mistakes.

option three. inside sweet sugar [2/2]

she had found a moment for herself, between her late morning and mid afternoon classes, to be alone with a sweet treat. her biggest weakness is her penchant for sugar, and having a dessert shop in town was not doing her any favors. goldie had just bit into her pumpkin cupcake with cheesecake frosting when she locked eyes with another. "please don't mention this to coach steele," she begged, real fear in her eyes. putting the pastry down, goldie grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth. "we're not supposed to eat unnecessary carbs or sugars, but it's a seasonal flavor!"

[onwiththeshcw]

tl;dr: your muse pops by fabray's. emery is #werking the counter.

money had been tight this semester. it always was, but emery was really feeling it. she didn't want to pick up another thing on her plate, but she knew she couldn't ask her mom for help. she was already on a work-study and as many scholarships as she could have picked up, but there was not a ton out there for girls who almost made the top 20% of their class. so, a regular old boring job it was.

fabray's was busy that morning, and emery had done her best to memorize the new drink specials that the owners had added to the menu, but she was midway through scribbling down a series of lyrics that were equal parts devastating and relatable when her manager gestured over to the line that had formed at the register. swallowing, emery tucked two strands of dark hair that had fallen out of her messy bun behind her ears, painted on her best smile, and stepped up to the ipad. "hi! welcome to fabrays. thank you so much for your patience. what can i get started for you today?" her fingers hovered as she began to type in the order. the words were still stuck in her head, and emery was struggling to concentrate on anything else. she wasn't cut out for this, clearly. "wait, i'm sorry-- did you say oat milk or whole?"

[qbshepherd]

lucas @ open

"D'you have a lighter on you?" He wasn't expecting them to say yes, even as he looked at them expectantly, patting at his empty pockets. Most people around campus were blowing strawberries and cream clouds, or puffing on cartridges lately- the glee kids he had been running around with were all too lame serious to convince him they might have a flame in their pocket. Shit. The joint behind his ear begged to be analogue- he was convinced it was better for his lungs, but it was all garbage at the end of the day. Shit his Dad would kill him for. He looked around the party, (courtesy of Beta Rho Omega!), eyes closing in on the fire pit... Maybe he could-? Nah. "You feel like smoking this thing? Might have to go back to my car to do it."

[loserspng]

the blender bottle filled with the world’s powderiest protein shake is slammed on the piano in the choir room. a piece of sheet music gets caught in the breeze and carter sees it as a sign from the gleek gods to flee. and honestly, he’d lost count of how many times he had been lectured about rearranging the sheet music. what was one last time? it’s not like he would really have to put his best foot forward for this mashup anyway—he was only required to be present. or so he thought. he’d have to look into what exactly a mashup even was. it takes him a minute too long to unceremoniously stuff the sheets into place before he turns to run off. “oh,” he gasps when a familiar face catches him in the act. a seemingly innocent smile creeps across his face while he runs through a list of excuses in his head. once he lands on something, he deliberately steps aside to block the piano. being caught in the choir room was embarrassing enough. “dude, i was just about to come and find you—do you have any advice about party themes? is back to school too on the nose?”

[xoxoclementines]

open. | fabray's cafe

" mm- wait just- one second- the phone eats first. " and clementine's not ashamed of that. not at this point. maybe she should be, honestly, but her life has to look pristine. no matter what's going on behind the scenes. her internet presence is college life without the damage. everyone's damaged at college, right?

" what did you get? it looks delish. " asked as she picks up her matcha, iced, always iced, phone going back in her purse. she'll pop that into tezza later before it goes on her stories.

[eleanorsings]

eleanor @ open

miss eleanor took it upon herself to host an extra practice for new directioners... and nobody showed up! she's totally crashing out now, so. good luck!

"Private practice is over." Eleanor knew it was a FRUITLESS idea the moment she had announced it to the choir room, and damn the smooth brains of her classmates that left her efforts lacking. An extra couple of hours a week to work on harmonies, choreography- socialization? Didn't any of these people care about sectionals? New Directions? Being a competent enough team to smash Vocal Adrenaline into a thousand tiny pieces? If the empty room had anything to say about it, then she had to assume that the answer was a big, fat NO! And she would quiet the part of her head that told her that maybe they would rather be doing anything else than spending an hour with Eleanor Sun-Duffy. Those people were probably just jealous anyway. "If you wanted to participate, then you should have gotten here at four, when it was scheduled-" It was only 4:38 now, but the last half hour (those first eight minutes were still brimming with some modicum of hope) had eaten away at any patience she had ever pretended to have. Up until then, she had been gathering sheet music, reveling in the sound of her ballet flats stomping against the linoleum- tossing the juice, and cookies she had bought in the trash. Finally, and suddenly, she stopped, letting out a frustrated little groan along the way. "Not everyone can just... sit around, waiting for someone to actually care about this club. I have my own performances to worry about without trying to keep you all from embarrassing yourselves."

[ofmelodiics]

open starter for everyone !! where: the new directions practice room

clarissa had been practicing for mash up day all week, she felt like she could barely feel her feet at this point. when she heard her dad's glee club had been attending this year's sectionals however, she knew she had to step it up, especially since she hated seeing her dad disappointed. it was almost as if she telepathically called her parents when she heard her phone ring, quickly turning off the music once she saw it was them. "hey.. uh perfect timing, as always. let me show you guys something i need your opinion on." she replied, answering the call before then turning the music back on before then showing them her routine. "so, what do you think?" she asked them, trying to catch her breath a bit, not realizing there had been someone standing in the doorway until she turned around. "jesus, how long have you been standing there?"