#bw!open

“Ah, I actually won something from the raffle. So it’s a $30 gift card to Luciole, huh?” That was that hair dresser place, wasn’t it. Honestly, it did surprise him that he did win anything at all, since he usually wasn’t really the lucky type. And getting his hair trimmed for free, sure was better than nothing at all! How unusual convenient things turned out for him for once! 

[image sent] [txt] - a cat got in... :(

⇒ ⇒ ⇒ PLVSVLTRA is live! Come chill!

Blackwood Campus is about to get a little less boring. There’s a water gun on the ground, filled to the brim and waiting for someone to pick it up. OCTANE stands about 10 feet ahead, filming everything from the GoProstrapped to his vest. He’s already a good bit damp and grinning. As soon as someone goes for the offered munition, he primes his own water gun with a single, ominous pump.

Octavio shuffled side to side, trying to get the perfect angle for his shot. He held the phone out in front of him on that tacky selfie-stick he loved so much, tilting it a bit as he leaned to get the name of the game booth in frame. With his other arm, he grabbed the attendant and pulled him into the shot as well, then hit the ‘go live’ function. All platforms, all at once (including the school’s own insular social networking site) posted the live stream.

❝ ¡Holaaaaa! Mi amigo-- ❞ Octavio paused briefly to turn and bend to get a look at the name tag of the poor attendant he’d roped into his publicity stunt. ❝ --Danny, here tells me there’s so much to do at the Lunar Zone’s New Year Bash that even I can’t get bored. Let’s put that to the test! Catch me at a game booth, and if you manage to somehow beat me, I’ll fund your coffee addiction until February, so try to keep up! Smash like and subscribe to get updates on what booth I’m at! ❞

Nico stood outside of the university club building with her hands on her hips. She was dressed for the occasion; donned with the baggy rubber overalls people’d wear tending to rice fields tucked into oversized gum boots. A red visor reading “Prez” was ensuring her haughty stare was unmolested by the sun.

“I’m sure you’ve seen the posts about it aaall over social media! This is an opportunity to prove ourselves! Hope your thumbs are feeling green today!”

She didn’t bother putting on the cheerful facade. Everyone in the club probably would’ve seen through it at some point by now and was likely accustomed to her abrasive self. Scanning through the members that had made it to her very-last-minute summons... Well, there were some that were more physically able than others, but it was about what you’d expect from an anime club... She cleared her throat once more after no immediate response from the group was made.

“Listen, I know the club description didn’t specify anything extremely physical per se, but this is a chance to improve our image!” She barked. “If the brass see what good those anime club kids are doing, we’re viable for an increase in budget! And you all know what that means...!”

She’ll finally have enough for that dakimakura that no one is to know about.

“That’s right, shelves upon shelves! Besides, we’ll look like saints, too!” She puffs her chest out, nearly forgetting to add the last remark. “Now come on, double time! We can’t fall behind the other clubs!”