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goldrxses started following you
“My what is what?” Spider demanded of the individual across from her. She’d been sitting in the coffee shop booth for a little too long and the inevitable someone had come up to talk to her. Usually it was I don’t think I’ve seen you around before or I don’t believe we’ve met. But this person had told Spider about her aura. What the fuck was an aura?
“Hey… Do you think aliens exist?“
Brooke should have realized this question would come from Noah. Noah was her one friend who had that strange combination of eccentricity and brains to ask precisely that question. “Uh...depends on what you mean by thinking they exist. Do you mean are they here or do you mean do they exist somewhere in the universe? The answer depends on which you mean.”
♀: What is an AU you really want to play with your muse?
So I’m weird and don’t really like AUs, but my super-special munday surprise (don’t worry I’ll post it within the next couple hours) miiiiiight answer this question pretty well....
goldrxses started following you
Was Blackwell’s population rising? Brooke swore she’d never seen the other girl around before, although that may well have been her, er, isolationist tendencies. But when she heard people teasing Noah for having a boy’s name, Brooke came to her defense. She hated name-based bullying almost as much as she hated appearance-based bullying, and this was just stupid.
Brooke’s drone dropped between the bully and Noah and her voice played through its speakers. “Step off,” she said, and then turning to face Noah, “Follow me.” Should Noah follow that instruction, she would be led to Brooke.
Starter for goldrxses!
Kate was carrying a stack of binders to Mr Jefferson’s class when she heard the girl behind her ask for help.
“Hey! Of course I can show you around. Is there anywhere in particular you’d like to find?” She dumped the binders into her silent teachers arms, and walked towards the new student. It wasn’t often that Blackwell accepted students halfway through the year, unless there were exceptional circumstances. Kate wondered what made this girl so important. Not that she wasn’t pleased to see a new face, obviously. Blackwell’s student body had been declining recently, indeed.
“I’m Kate Marsh. I’ve been here since freshman year. How about you?” An odd gesture; Kate stuck out her hand for the new girl to shake.
