=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Ffion
Fifi edged away from the fire, knowing any use of her powers near it would certainly make it much, much worse. She laughed incredulously at the sheer absurdity of the chaos all around, putting her head down on folded arms. Casually breaking the fourth wall, she glanced past the cameraman at the screenwriters and mouthed, what the fuck is happening. Some kid got his face stuck in the ceiling, a table was set on fire, and a pair of students that had, as far as Ffion know, just met looked like they were about two seconds and a Careless Whisper away from making out, all in less than a minute.
She was sure she had to be hallucinating from the ridiculous spice level of her chosen dinner.
Jaime (ooc: just moving this along since we’re stuck after my awkward-ass transition)
Once the situation with the choking kid was assuaged, Jaime offered a curt wave to the three and started to head back to his seat. He still had a gyro to finish.
Much to the cat-eared boy’s displeasure, his carefully isolated seating place was now populated by another boy, a bored-looking kid scrolling on his phone and eating some sort of Chinese noodles. At least he was on the other side of the table, Jaime thought. Hopefully he wouldn’t be noticed, or at least not acknowledged. As per the golden rule, Jaime in turn said nothing to the boy, just took his seat and began to eat again.
A wave of heat washed over him as something caught on fire behind him. Jaime didn’t bat an eye; this falafel wrap wouldn’t finish itself. A red eye with a slitted pupil opened on his back, though, as Jaime felt Mau’s desire to watch the chaos. Ah, fire. Reminds me of hell. Lovely.
Fifi edged away from the fire, knowing any use of her powers near it would certainly make it much, much worse. She laughed incredulously at the sheer absurdity of the chaos all around, putting her head down on folded arms. Casually breaking the fourth wall, she glanced past the cameraman at the screenwriters and mouthed, what the fuck is happening. Some kid got his face stuck in the ceiling, a table was set on fire, and a pair of students that had, as far as Ffion know, just met looked like they were about two seconds and a Careless Whisper away from making out, all in less than a minute.
She was sure she had to be hallucinating from the ridiculous spice level of her chosen dinner.
Jaime (ooc: just moving this along since we’re stuck after my awkward-ass transition)
Once the situation with the choking kid was assuaged, Jaime offered a curt wave to the three and started to head back to his seat. He still had a gyro to finish.
Much to the cat-eared boy’s displeasure, his carefully isolated seating place was now populated by another boy, a bored-looking kid scrolling on his phone and eating some sort of Chinese noodles. At least he was on the other side of the table, Jaime thought. Hopefully he wouldn’t be noticed, or at least not acknowledged. As per the golden rule, Jaime in turn said nothing to the boy, just took his seat and began to eat again.
A wave of heat washed over him as something caught on fire behind him. Jaime didn’t bat an eye; this falafel wrap wouldn’t finish itself. A red eye with a slitted pupil opened on his back, though, as Jaime felt Mau’s desire to watch the chaos. Ah, fire. Reminds me of hell. Lovely.