#katmere.open

Sebastian stared at the poster tacked to the tree in confusion. BIRDS AREN’T REAL: Wake Up, Katmere! It proudly proclaimed. Below was a picture of a pigeon labeled GOVERNMENT SURVEILLANCE DRONE. This really was a stretch as far as conspiracy theories went. How could anyone, especially paranormals, fall for such a baseless idea? They’ve lived to see governments rise and fall, and seen birds way before any electronics existed. The worst part of the poster, though, was probably the sharpied in -but Mothman is! next to a sticker of his dad’s head photoshopped onto a shadowy mothman figure. He rolled his eyes and moved to remove the poster, declaring, “This is fucking ridiculous.”

location: student courtyard 

location: library

Kam chewed the end of their pencil, deep in thought. What was that damn word? Their character was being sarcastic and rude about something serious. It killed Kam that they knew people had called them this but they couldn’t think of it. They turned to the person sitting at the next cafeteria table. “Hey, what’s that word for when someone is being a sarcastic shit? But like, specifically when they make a comment on something?”

{Open} Cotton candy cute

“I should have listened when they told me this was a bad idea.” Phineas said, leaning against the counter of the kissing booth with a sigh. It seemed like everyone saw him stationed there and steered clear. He wasn’t sure why, because he got on well with everyone. And yet, here he was, repelling everyone from the booth. It was like he had a signed taped to him telling everyone to keep away. Did he have a sign-? He looked down at his sweater. No, no sign. He sighed again, resting his face in his hand. Maybe if he looked really pathetic someone would take pity on him.

“Look, I’m not saying that you’re wrong, but I’m also not saying that you’re right.” Zoë said, turning from the painting that she was studying to the person standing at the next painting over. They hadn’t necessarily been talking to her, but they had spoken aloud, and she’d felt the need to chime in. “It’s one of those things that’s really subjective, and only the artist knows the answer to that.