Amalgaverse High

On account of it being October, the most festive places are already decorating and the nightlife venues are certainly preparing for the Halloween holiday. The Zephyr is no exemption to this because what's better than teenage shenanigans on the last party holiday before everyone's trapped in their homes by snow and frigid temperatures. Fake spider webs hang from the ceilings and all sort of gruesome decorations are present on the walls and doors. The DJ is even sliding in a few themed tracks, just for the more Halloween enthuastic kids.

Alec is in a better mood than usual, which is saying something. He's currently chilling in an oversized, comfy chair with a drink in one hand and one of those massive pixi stix in the other. He's chugging the candy down like an addict getting their fix and there's already two discarded tubes on the ground in front of him. He's going to be /flying/. Maybe even literally.

Oh no, new kid alert. Carmichael's family just literally moved into town a few few days ago, and hailing from California, he's finding all this cold weather to be foreign and, well, /terrible/ what is this even? But he's heard tell that this is where the cool kids hand out, and since he's not starting classes until Monday, he figures he'll get a head's up on that whole meeting people thing. So, here he is, walking into the building and eyeing the decor for a moment before slipping out of his super cool red motorcycle jacket. Awww yeeeah.
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"...And remember, when you and your partner identify the organs in your frog, write its name on the corresponding line on the worksheet." Welcome to fourth period Biology with Mr. Dreiberg. Nothing like hacking up a long dead amphibian right before lunch. "Find your partner's name next to yours on the board, and as soon as you get your utensils and specimen, you can get started."

Guy squints at the chalk board and hmms. Ben McDowell. He has no idea who that is. So, when everyone starts shuffling around the room, he stands up and calls out, "Is there a Ben in here? I'm ready to carve the shit outta this frog." At the front of the room, Dan frowns, but says nothing. 'Shit' is not the worst thing to come out of there kid's mouths, not by a long shot.

When he hears his name mentioned, coming from someone he doesn't know even, Ben scowls a little. He hates random partner assignments with a fiery passion. He stares directly at Guy as he approaches and never once looks away. Even blinking is rare. "I'm Ben," he tells Guy in a flat voice. "I'll assume you're my...partner for this pointless assignment."

Max wrinkles her nose a little. She could do without partner assignments, but sometimes it is a necessary evil. Upon checking the board for her partner, she looks around. Doesn't look like she recognizes her partner's name. But, hey. At least she's not with Ben. That might be weird. She's already working up the patience that's going to be needed for homecoming.

Ughhh, partner assignments. Romeo is not a fan of them, unless Joanna is his partner. But she's not now, not even in this class, and so Romeo looks up at the board, searching out his name. Max. Alright, that's fine, he can do a partner thing with a dude, just as long as it's not a girl, because-- wait. There's a chick named Max in this class. Oh, fucksticks.

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 Partying on a Thursday night? Hells yeah. It's not like the kids here probably care about their school days or even getting up at a reasonable hour at all. Besides, Thursdays are 18 and under nights at a lot of clubs in town, so that's why most of the student population gets out and goes to them. All the normal nightclub prequisites are present: dark corners, loud, pumping music and a lack of booze and drugs. At least, booze and drugs that you can acquire legally. Smoking isn't allowed in the building, but there's a fine (completely not creepy or rape-y) fenced-in patio in the back where you can get your nicotine fix.

Dakota is making a living tonight. Somehow she has managed to get into the nightclub with her jacket full of illegal substances without being caught, and it... probably has to do with the fact that she bribed the bouncer. In any case! She's hanging out on a couch, occasionally texting, and watching the crowds. She's pretty sure the word is out that she deals, especially after the brownies she'd sold that Luke kid. Anyway, she's waiting for customers, but she can be persuaded to get up and dance.

 Why is Ryan here? Because Guy said he's meet him here after work. Which ended an hour ago. Still no sign of the Bearded Wonder, and texts are going unanswered. So Ryan's going to give him twenty more minutes before leaving, because being alone in a nightclub is awkward and he's so, /so/ not going to dance. His plan is to park it somewhere and glare angrily at his phone, and hey that couch looks like a good enough place. Hi Dakota, there's a ticked off looking boy sitting by you.

Oh look, it's lunchtime. Sure, you could be inside doing boring things like /eating/, or you could be Trent, doing cool guy things like leaning against the back wall of the school with a cigarette propped up on your lower lip. He's clad in all black, everything on his person very, very expensive but without any visible labels. Arms crossed, back against the wall, legs crossed, and so very blasé.

Chilling on a small set of outside bleachers is the polar opposite of Trent. Long black hair striped with purple and neon blue is pulled back into a ponytail and draped over the tall, lanky Asian kid who's currently strumming on a guitar. His pink top, looking like it came from the girl's department, drapes from his shoulders and his far too baggy jeans go down to his shoeless feet.

And then, there's Max. Without her partner in crime for once. She's passing through behind the school because she's actually looking for Phoenix, but hasn't spotted her anywhere else this afternoon. The last place to check at this point is the locker rooms and, well, she doesn't want to see that.

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Welcome, parents and students and teachers alike, to the open house! The outside of the school has been decorated with streamers and brightly colored signs, directing people inwards through the open doors.

Once inside there's a small podium with a sign in book (just so Principal Blake can track who RSVP'd and showed up/didn't show up) right near the doorway. Past that brass bars with velvet ropes connecting them form a pathway to lead visitors and staff alike into the gymnasium.

In the gym, tables are set up with punch and several party subs all cut up into small portions. There's more than enough food for everyone to have seconds. There's also paper plates, cups, napkins, all that fine stuff. Staff mill about, waiting to be approached, and the man himself (Mr. Blake) looms near the emergency exit doors in his tuxedo, sipping punch.

So parents, students, teachers, go and mingle! Have fun! Try not to break anything or Mr. Blake WILL be upon you like an unholy plague.