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Evelyn
“E-Evelyn! I'm Evelyn! Please slow down...!” the poor girl squeaked at this as she was tugged along, half-stumbling after Liz as she pulled lightly on her hand in an effort to get her to slow down. “I-It's um... it's nice to meet you...!”
Well, apart from the dragging-her-up-the-stairs bit. But she was willing to look past that. Metaphorically... speaking.
She sighed as she let her third eye recede again, the skin neatly closing up behind it and leaving next to no trace of it ever having been there. She got the feeling it wouldn't help her at the moment, anyhow.
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The Light That Blinds
Lucien
As Lucien was sort of listening to the teacher—he already knew most of what was being taught, but outright tuning him out would be terribly impolite—Elaine suddenly asked for his class schedule. Her tone of voice suggested she wasn't particularly interested in his answer.
"Morgan, Hughes, Perlman, Davis," Lucien said curtly. "Simple enough. You?"
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Where am I? What's going on?
Iris
As Elaine stared at Iris, she flinched away with a small squeak. That in itself wouldn't have been unusual, as she was very obviously shy. The unusual thing was that, the way Iris was facing, there was no way she should have been able to see Elaine staring. Even with the sunglasses obscuring where she was looking, the other girl should have been well outside of her field of view.
Iris herself didn't notice this incongruence, however. A lifetime of being able to see everything had left her with little awareness of what she shouldn't be able to see. "Um.. please don't stare..."
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Jan 5th 2021 at 11:06:41 AM
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Alexis.
"...Mm? O-Oh, thanks. Not very often I actually get a compliment on it." Alexis gave a slight smile and nod at Tim.
...Still, it didn't take long for him to be a bit puzzled. Was it just the two of them in this class?
Edited by TheRealWren on Jan 6th 2021 at 11:07:16 PM
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Transcender of Gender
Mr. Morgan's Class
Now, Anisa didn't think a lot, so her brain was going into overdrive right now to decipher this puzzling set of events.
Fact 1: Elaine, with full intent, had procured garbage from her bag and thrown it onto Anisa's desk.
Fact 2: The other two students had reacted to this faux pas- and to Anisa's presence in general- with what seemed to be deliberate ignorance.
The lightbulb above Anisa's head weakly stuttered to life. She picked up the Pepsi can and slowly returned her eyes to Elaine. "Hey, ah..." Anisa spoke with no hurt in her voice, but rather confusion (or, perhaps more accurately, subdued bafflement). "Am I... like, being bullied right now..?"
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Elaine
Elaine silently handed her schedule to Lucien. Lucien would find that they had the exact same schedule.
Then, she spoke. "Iris, I apologize for staring. And Anisa, I apologize for throwing the can. It was not my intention to bully you." She sounded sincere, but still a bit disinterested. There was a pause, and then she said "So, uh...what did you guys eat for breakfast today?" It'd seem like she was trying to make conversation were it not for her signature disinterested tone.
Liz
Liz did not slow down. In fact, she dragged Evelyn all the way to Ms. Perlman's room before stopping. "Wait, which class do you have?"
Tim
"Oh! Hello!" Tim's reaction to Liz and Evelyn's entrance was nigh-instantaneous. He walked over to the entrance and extended his hand again. "I'm Tim."
Val
Val walked up the stairs to where Hailey and Ms. Perlman were. "Uh, hi...I-is this where the classes are?"
Edited by TheFullestCircle on Jan 6th 2021 at 8:13:39 AM
Suggested wine pairing: pinot noir.
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Evelyn
“...H-Hughes! I-I'm in Ms. Hughes' class...” Evelyn faintly replied to Liz, too dizzy to fully comprehend where she was and delaying noticeably before she realised Tim was probably expecting a handshake. She visibly reddened, and fumbled a moment before she found it; lowering her head in an attempt to hide her eyes as she stared blindly down towards the floor.
“I-I... I'm Evelyn. I'm sorry, I don't think this is... my class. I-It's nice to meet you though...!”
At this rate, with Liz's apparent obliviousness, Evelyn was getting confused as to what class she was going to herself. In fact, she'd almost completely lost track of her surroundings, and could only stand there helplessly as she clumsily tried to find the doorframe. At least it'd be some point of reference.
Edited by Enirboreh on Jan 6th 2021 at 4:07:57 PM
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Transcender of Gender
Mr. Morgan's Class
Anisa continued to stare at Elaine for a veeeery long moment, until eventually she shrugged (in the sense that her shoulders raised the bare minimum for it to register as a deliberate action) and turned back to her desk.
Breakfast... just the thought of the three bowls she'd eaten that morning made Anisa's stomach rumble anew. With her left hand she took up her pencil again and finished noting the difference between a line segment and a ray: with her right, she brought the Pepsi can up to her mouth and gnawed off a chunk of the aluminium, doing her best to be polite and chew it quietly. It slipped her mind to actually respond to Elaine's question.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Where am I? What's going on?
Iris
Well, at the very least she apologized. Iris nodded in response, realizing she'd overreacted. Honestly, the other girl hadn't even been looking at her that lo- what the fuck?
The sleepy girl, Anisa or whatever, just casually started eating an aluminum can. Was... was that real? Iris knew this was advertised as a school for the supernatural or whatever, but that was a joke, right? There were others besides her and Evie?
Iris's eyes went wide. Normally, this wouldn't be worth mentioning, since they were all under her clothes, but her surprise broke her concentration on keeping things that way. A new set of eyes opened up on the outside of her clothes and on her desk, shifting around lazily, every one of them wide with shock.
The Light That Blinds
Lucien
"Mm-hm," Lucien muttered, reading over Elaine's schedule and then passing back to her. What, pray tell, had been the point of that little exchange? Aside from wasting a bit of time that could've been spent doing any...thing...else...what the hell?
Lucien stared as Anisa casually ate an entire aluminum can, chewing through the metal like it was nothing. "What...is..." Okay. That certainly fell into the realm of "supernatural". Perhaps their principal had had a point—
And then the other girl, Iris, had an entire set of eyes grow out of her clothing.
Lucien shrieked and jumped back, looking back and forth between both classmates. "Whuh— I don't— How did—" He'd thought...he didn't know what he'd thought, actually. Certainly not this!
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Hello? Hello, hello?
Hailey
She follows Liz and Evelyn all the way to Ms. Perlman's class. "Hey! Wait for me!"
..then she noticed that this isn't her class. She backs away and tries to find Ms. Hughes' class.
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Elaine
Lucien's squeal attracted Mr. Morgan's attention. "Is everything al—uuuhhhh..."
To his credit, he did actually check to make sure the girl whose clothes and desk were covered in eyes was actually okay. "A-are you alright? Should I...is this, uh, n-normal?" He seemed frozen in shock, staring at Iris and her many, many eyes.
Meanwhile, Elaine (who in fairness did seem vaguely nervous) used the eye distraction as an opportunity to pull something else out of her bag. It was a small hand mirror, which she placed in the corner of the room, under a shelf.
Val
As Hailey followed Liz up the stairs, Ms. Perlman followed Hailey, and Val followed Ms. Perlman.
Ms. Perlman's reaction to the three people blocking the door was a polite "Excuse me." (Liz and Tim obliged, and Evelyn would likely at least attempt to oblige.) Val, meanwhile, noticed Evelyn's severe cataracts and decided to help out. "Hey, uh, girl...do you need help?" They softly tried to hold Evelyn's hand (as opposed to Liz's forceful yank).
Suggested wine pairing: pinot noir.
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Evelyn Langley
“Yes, please. Th-Thanks...” Evelyn quietly returned to Val, managing a tiny smile of gratitude as she moved to let Ms. Perlman pass through. “J-Just a little lost, that's all...”
She noted her gentle grasp of her hand, and though she was grateful to Liz for trying to help her before, she had to admit it was nice that this other girl had the sense to be gentle. She visibly calmed as she let Val take charge, inwardly hoping that she'd soon memorize the layout of the school enough not to be led along like this.
“I don't mean to be a burden or anything, by the way...” she quietly murmured, the thought occurring to her suddenly as a feeling of guilt welled up in her system.
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Transcender of Gender
Mr. Morgan's Class
Brought away from her classwork by Lucien's scream, Anisa looked first to him and then to the sudden influx of eyes that he was reacting to. Had she been of quick mind, Anisa would've bravely attacked the desk and pulled Iris to safety.
She did not have a quick mind, however, and so instead Anisa continued to watch the spectacle. She noticed that it was only eyes that had appeared, and not anything that would actually pose a threat to the students. As such, Anisa raised up the remaining scrap of the Pepsi can but didn't throw it just yet. "Attack..?"
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The Light That Blinds
Lucien
"Nor— What about any of this makes you think this is normal?!" It wasn't entirely fair to shout at the poor teacher, who was really just an innocent bystander in this sudden and out-of-nowhere insanity, but Lucien was too freaked out to care. "One of our classmates just ate a can, and the other grew eyes on the desk!"
He raked his fingers through his hair. "Don't tell me that the principal was right about there being a world of supernaturals..."
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Where am I? What's going on?
Mr. Morgan's Class
"Um... uh... ah..."
Iris was panicking just as much as anyone else. But for an entirely different reason. "Crap! Crap... I knew I wasn't ready for this!"
After a couple minutes she finally registered everyone's concern. She flushed in embarrassment. "I... um... yeah... this is normal... for me..." Wincing, she reached up and removed her sunglasses, revealing... eyes much like the ones everywhere else, appearing, vanishing, and refusing to stay still. In fact, she didn't actually appear to have eye sockets, just patches of smooth skin that her eyes sometimes deigned to rest on.
Iris braced herself. This was the first time anyone outside of her family had seen this, but she was sure they were going to shun her for being a freak.
Transcender of Gender
Mr. Morgan's Class
With confirmation that the eye explosion was Iris' doing, and she wasn't in any danger from it, Anisa lowered the partially-bitten can. Her attention was back on the eyes that had somehow manifested on the wooden desk, her countenance like that of an alarmed animal choosing between fight-or-flight... but so tired that it was leaning towards rest instead. Would getting too close to Iris mean..?
Anisa continued to observe quietly until she properly registered Lucien's words. She raised a hand to him and waved it in a dismissive manner. "I'm not... it's not, uh, 'supernatural', just... eating disorder..."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Fwomph
Office Building, Front, In A Car
Blake took a deep breath as he sat in the back seat, staring up at the building as he mustered the will to even exit the car. That bravery wasn't coming, but a question definitely was.
"Why are we doing this?"
His mother, sat stock-still in the driver's seat, let out a deep but clearly emphasized sigh as she mulled over the question.
"Why are we in this stupid town? What's wrong with our place in NY? I had friends there."
"Blake. Honey. I will explain to you when I think you're ready to understand why I needed to take us out here. But that isn't now, right now I need you to just put up with my..."
"Your bullshit?"
"Sure, fine. For now you need to put up with my BS and... Get in there, make some new friends. And if you want, you can tell me all about it when you get home."
Blake closed his eyes for a second, seemingly listening to something before he opened the door halfway. Then he paused for a moment.
"Can we have—?"
"Porkchops for dinner? Sure, I'll pick some up. They'll be ready when you get home. Oh and... Have a good day, okay?"
"Okay..."
And with that, the teen departed the car and made his way inside.
Office Building, Third Floor
With all the grace a teenage boy could muster, Blake Smith entered into the school's little chunk of architecture and started looking for whatever passed for administration.
Edited by Pentigan on Jan 21st 2021 at 10:34:11 PM
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
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Alexis, Ms Perlman's Class
Putting the book down his desk and looking...somewhat confused at what was going to say the least, he cautiously glanced out into the hallway and waved.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Elaine
Elaine glanced at every member of the room in sequence. A few times, actually. Eventually she picked her bag up, opened it, and started rummaging around.
The first thing she pulled out was...an empty Pepsi can. She lazily threw the garbage forwards, hearing it hit Anisa's desk and roll to the edge.
The second thing she pulled out was her schedule. She stared at Iris for a second, then turned to Lucien instead. "Hey Lucien, what's your schedule?" she said, in a weirdly disinterested tone of voice.
Liz
Any benefit Evelyn gained from sightjacking Liz was roughly balanced out by the fact that she was bolting up the stairs as fast as she could.
"Hey blind girl, what's your name? I'm Liz." This was not followed by an "are you having trouble keeping up". It seemed Liz was somewhat oblivious.
Val
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the stairwell, another student entered. They were wearing a dark grey hoodie, and they had the hood pulled up such that their face was in shadow. They hoped no one would ask them to pull it down.
Suggested wine pairing: pinot noir.