[Well, Squid Girl's finally gotten around to opening her Christmas presents from Mayfield.  One of them she's secreted away in the closet for a rainy day, and the other she's clearly not too pleased with.  She can be found outside 462 Stone Street on Saturday afternoon, carrying a rather sizable box with her tentacles out to the curb to throw out with the trash.  It's open at the top, and some of the contents are messily hanging out of the side - for anyone who actually bothers to look, it appears to be filled to the brim with adorable cosplay outfits of all varieties.  Maid uniforms, kimonos, school uniforms, school-issue swimsuits, and all manner of generic anime-themed costumes.]

Won't be needing these here!

[She sets the box down with a heavy thud, reaching over to take the lid off one of the metal trash cans sitting nearby.  Digging into the package, she then starts shoveling costumes out one tentacle-ful at a time, trying to stuff them all down into the trash as best she can.  This is a flagrant waste of such well-made and adorable costumes.  Clearly she should be stopped before she ruins them all.]

[Rather than read the assigned acts of Romiette and Juleo, or whatever it was called, Slugger is finding every imaginable reason to procrastinate. He discovers that knocking icicles off the roof and shoveling the driveway are good excuses for wasting time, though he finishes both a bit too quickly. After the last of the snow has been shoveled from the driveway, he turns to empty the mailbox and idly flips through its contents piece by piece.

There's nothing remarkable in the mail today, only a few envelopes, a post card, and a magazine. The magazine, at least, he could mutilate later for fun. On the back cover is an ad featuring the title "Young Love" in which a little girl is pictured kissing the cheek of a little boy. Slugger pauses. Young love? Dropping the snow shovel, he looks up, wide-eyed and silent as if stricken with a sudden realization.]


Phone

[Slugger gives the telephone a long and apprehensive stare before he dares to pick it up. Holding it to his ear, he opens his mouth to speak... then quickly hangs up. Several deep breaths later he tries again, this time with more success.]


Hi.


What do you do when--

[He briefly freezes up, near horrified at what he's about to admit.]


...when you think you love a girl?

a) phone: I know we have been through stressful things, and celebrating the dragon year to come cannot be the same as it is in our homes, but I will be hosting a small get together for those who usually participate in Chinese New Years. I don't have much, but hopefully we can bring together what we have and ourselves to make it enjoyable. If anyone is interested, it will be taking place on the 22nd, 6PM sharp on 456 Stone street.

b)action: [If you're around 456 Stone street. Macau is hanging up makeshift paper lanterns around the outside of his house for the upcoming new year.]

[ 1338 benny rd ]

[ Jade's been feeling a little... strange, lately, like there's some little itch that can't be scratched. An itch that might be right behind one of her ears, maybe...

The past few nights have had her tossing and turning, and it seems the last night has her sleepwalking, because when you wake up you'll find her curled up at the foot of your bed, fast asleep.

Not like a dog don't even say it. ]

[ afternoon ; the park ]

[ Jade's all bundled up against the chilly winter weather, head to toe, save for a lack of hat, leaving her ears twitching in the wind. She's gripping a tennis ball in one hand, bouncing it against the ground, but not paying too much attention to it. Her eyes are elsewhere, glancing around and making sure no one is watching.

When she thinks the coast is clear, she sends the ball flying away from her, and is quick to scamper after it. ]

[ early evening ; grocery store ]

[ Jade is in the pet food aisle, eyeing up a bag of dog food on the top shelf. When she spots you, especially if you are taller than her (which is very likely), she waves to get your attention. ]

Hi, could you help me with something?

[Phone | Unfiltered]

[Arcueid comes over the phone lines for the first time in a long time...and she sounds a little off. Off as in slurring her speech JUST a bit and seems even less able to collect her thoughts than usual.]

Hey...hey...does anyone know what the best alcohols are? I drank a lot of that vodka stuff when we were in Russia...and the blond girl in the cool hat showed me that it's fun to do sometimes.

So what's the best alcohols to drink? I have some stuff here but it's all not very good. At least I think it's not very good. I don't like it much.

Tell me and you can come drink some with me, okay?

[With a short laugh, Arcueid hangs up the phone.]

High School | Science Classroom | Day

((Hey, Mayfield! Here's something I've been wanting to try for a while now, haven't had a chance. Let's see if it works!

Peter Parker, Spider-Man, is going to teach his high school Chemistry class, same as normal, but this time I want the tagging to be more like an actual classroom. And classrooms foster discussion, right? Right!

So, anyone of high school age, why don't you show up for class and tag him... all at the same time. Everybody thread hop and continue this one thread, and Peter will try to keep up with your questions, antics, and class clowning as best as he can, while also trying desperately to teach this class and maintain order. We'll try to go by posting order, but if it messes up, whatevz, we'll just wing it.

Which probably isn't very WELL. Something tells me he's about to find out that the real monsters of the world are adolescent punks.))

 

 

( Yeah, he's gonna fall on his face... )