#justsayyourlinesplease

Three students and a faculty member offered hello's to her on her way to her dorm, but polite absent-eyed waves aside, Roxy's mind was elsewhere. She'd always been a good student, but with her thoughts preoccupied Roxy had allowed the books to pile sky high. The workload teetered on a fragile foundation of sisterly concern over her robotic sibling, a deep-seated compulsion to avoid her mother, and an ever-growing lack of self preservation; it all threatened to come tumbling down upon her at any moment. Now was the time when escape into the void at the bottom of the bottle felt the most appropriate.

Roxy reached her dorm door and sighed, knocking her head against it in defeat. Her hand searched around in her pocket for her student card. It took longer than it should for her to feel only a small sliver of something and she paled. "Fuck nah, not today please."

Roxy made things vanish accidentally all the time. Big fuckin deal. But making things disappear in pieces was where it got tricky. Getting them back was even trickier. She looked at the half-existing, half-faded-away-into-some-mysterious-oblivion card in her hand and groaned. All that was left of it in this plane of existence was the scan strip, the edges of it gently fading away into perceived nothingness.

Roxy swiped what she had left of the card into the lock on her dorm room door. It blinked, and rejected her.

Well, this was definitely something to be seen for the record books. Or, maybe not, since it used to happen so often at his old school, but, still. 

Standing outside the auditorium doors, Feferi doubted if this was the best thing to do. She had overheard conversations at lunch about auditions for a play. Feferi read tons of plays during her younger years, and had dreamed of actually preforming. Not really because she wanted to be an actress, but because she thought it would be a fun experience. Now, though, the girl was just a bundle of nerves. 

Feferi tried the doors, and they were opened with ease. It was too late to stop now. She looked around and spotted the teacher up near the stage. She had the urge to tuck her tentacles away, feeling them squirm. They were held up by her ribbon, though, so it would be a pointless gesture. 

She made her way to the stage, thinking over different monologues she could do to display her possible ability. She really only picked the role because it’d probably be better than being lovesick, an emotion she had never felt before. Hermia was mainly happy (and in love), and the young hybrid had experience in being happy. ‘Maybe I could do poetry. Shakespeare wrote poetry, too. Poetry can convey the emotions better,’ Feferi nodded to herself as she chose to recite poetry.

Cronus wandered up to the drama classroom. The tongue chick never showed up, which he considered pretty freaking great, since it gave him time to pitch a movie idea. This is not what he was expecting when he came to the school, but, who cared, really? Gotta take advantage of every opportunity he gets, he supposed.