Amalgaverse High

After awhile, it gets to the point where Poe can't stand it and forces Alec out of his house and away from his Michael Phelps standee and back into the real world again. Well, she's going to try, at the very least. Which is why she's at his place: to drag him out to get some fresh air and maybe some coffee and get him grounded again. It's what friends do, after all. Especially friends who have been through the kind of things they've been through.

Oh, great, just what this school needs; another new kid.

But get one it does, in the pocket-sized form of one Eddie Botticelli, who, at 5'4" tall, is currently lost in the sea of otherwise sasquatchian students making their way around the cafeteria. He's met a few people in his classes so far, but he can't place any names with their respective faces, so he chooses to take a seat at the nearest empty table, not keen on being that guy, the loner on their first day at a new school, but not really knowing what else to do. It's scary navigating the social circles of high school as is, and when you're a teenager with a scorpion tattooed on the side of your neck, well, you tend to let other people come to you first.

In an attempt to shake off the...stuff that happened after Homecoming, Gabe has decides to re-invent himself. This has lead him to the mall, where he currently sports his (scraggly) mustache and a baggy hoodie as he shops for a new wardrobe to go along with his new identity.

It starts on a Monday. Out of the blue, there's a daisy taped to the front of Clara's locker, with no letter or anything accompanying it.

Tuesday, there's two.

Wednesday, there's three.

So on and so forth until it's Friday, where by this point there's a whole gathering of the flowers on her locker even if they've been ripped down the previous days.

After Brooke's conversation with Alec at the mall, she's sort of been dwelling on the poor boy's relationship problems. Yeah, it's not her place to get involved, but she also has trouble staying out of peoples' business sometimes. Especially when it involves people who could practically be family to her.

Plus, if her boyfriend's best bro is down in the dumps, he's going to complain about it endlessly and ask her to fix it anyhow. She's getting a jump on things, right?

So, at school, she keeps on the lookout for the spitfire that is Clara so that she might be able to get some more information about the situation.

The mall is always a bustling place, especially with a high school full of teenagers in town. Also, with Halloween approaching, you can bet there's lot of people hunting for the perfect costume. Because of this, you can expect the Halloween stores to be open, of course.

God, children. Socialize! Make friends! ...or enemies, whichever.

It's just not been Wesker's week. Or month, for that matter. Saying he's been 'under the weather' is a pretty big understatement and most days he looks like death warmed over. That still doesn't stop him from attending school since he does have grades and gossip to attend to.

Maybe he should've taken some time off to rest and recuperate though.

This fine school day finds Wesker in the boys' locker room, sweating like he's been in a sauna for a couple hours straight, his hair matted down to his head in a very unstylish manner. Somewhere along the way he's ripped off his shirt and discarded his jeans, too hot and uncomfortable to tolerate anything more than the red boxer-briefs he wears.

Hunched over on a bench, he cradles his feverish head in his hands, his jaw clenched as he grits his teeth together. Something on his back, some cluster of muscle perhaps, twitches erratically and he hisses in pain.

Now, let's be honest, gathering the known hunter kids and meeting up in the library once a week wasn't Mr Flynn's idea. Hell, it shouldn't have been anyone's idea. But once Poe started to realize there were other kids from hunter families in the school, well, she thought it might be a good idea to get together and share information. More safety in a group, right?

Poe picked the library not because Mr. Flynn might know something about anything (because she doesn't know WHAT he knows, just that he knows SOMETHING), but because it was quiet and she knew it was protected (she's capable of picking a lock, but nothing has been able to get her into the library after hours). Aside from that, no one would say anything about some little club meeting in a location practically no one else goes to.

This week, however, seems to have Poe in a bit of a paranoid state. Something very, very strange has been going on around town and even in the confines of the school walls. October has brought something nasty along with it and there's definitely some things that need to be brought up. Specifically, what is up with some teacher and student's faces? Mr. Crowley's dog, too!

Because of this, she's chosen to show up ahead of the others to scope out Mr. Flynn's situation.

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This is not a private thread, by the way. Mainly, the hunter kids that know of this 'club' get together and gossip. HOWEVER, the library IS a public venue in the school and anyone can show up or even interrupt their discussion. That's part of the fun, after all!

Aside from going to school and work, Ryan really hasn't ventured out into public since he began his sunny trip down withdrawal lane. There's about a bajillion reasons why not, ranging from his rampant irritability to the non-stop headaches he's been dealing with. But it's been almost a month now, and while he's still anxious and a little paranoid, he's stopped flying off the handle at the tiniest thing, and his head's been cutting him some slack. So when Levi mentioned he had a job interview at the mall, Ryan decided he might as well tag along. Because being cooped up all alone for a few hours sounded very unappealing, and now that he's not buying snorty coke, he has money to spend. And that means shopping. While Levi's at his interview, Ryan hits up his usual stores of choice- Urban Outfitters, Hot Topic, and Journeys- then grabs a seat at Starbucks (not /that/ one; the one by the food court) and goes for some highly caffeinated something or other, which is new crutch as of late, and people watches. Because that never fails to be entertaining.

As usual, Dakota is trolling the mall for customers. Because of her chosen profession, she has to be available all the time, and right now is the prime time for people to come looking for a fix. She hits all her usual spots-- the water fountains near the back entrance, the girl's bathroom, Spencer's, and Abercrombie and Fitch-- and then, with a good hundred twenty five in her wallet, decides to go splurge a little on herself. This means ridiculously high priced coffee, obviously. Starbucks is not the best place to lurk, because honestly, it's too quiet and Dakota doesn't have very many hipster customers, but she's pretty much made her quota for the day. Any more customers, and it'll just be a bonus. When she walks in, she doesn't immediately spot Ryan. She's not exactly /looking/ for him, even though he seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. After she's bought her coffee though, Dakota /does/ spot him, and after chilling by the wall for a moment, decides to go say hello. She'll be greeting him with a, "You never call me anymore, Letowski. I'm hurt."

Once Dean leaked that photo Courtney snapped to his brother, Sam's barely spoken to Poe. This doesn't make her terribly happy at all, especially since he's been avoiding her and, to be honest, she hasn't wanted to push the issue. Instead, she's been hoping that Sam might have a moment of clarity in the midst of his brother (more than likely) feeding him bullshit about her.

Unfortunately, that moment hasn't come yet, so now she's going straight to the source of this problem: Dean Winchester.

"Surf?" Pffft. "No, I don't surf." Carmichael twists the cap off the top of his bottle and takes a swig. "Do you... hell, what /do/ people do in Wyoming?" It's a valid question. Because seriously... what do they do?

"Nonsense. All people from California surf." Dakota says, serious-faced. And then comes that question, and she snorts. "Drugs, mostly." ... What, she's being honest. All the people she hung out with did, anyway. "It's a lot of empty space. Just like the brains of the people who live there."

That gets a snerk out of Carmichael, and he plays with the cap from his Coke bottle absently. "Drugs and empty spaces, huh? So did you like drop acid and go cow tipping?" Not that that doesn't sound like a blast. He swivels on his barstool for a second, looking around the bar, then, without making eye contact, asks, "So what would you say if I asked you to get out of here with me and go get something to eat?" Doo dee doo, watch the crowd, avoid looking over, ho humm.

"You say that like it's a joke, but cow tipping was the talk of the town. I didn't partake in it. I was much more interested in taping unicorn horns to the cows." Again, straight-faced. And oho, an invitation to go out and get food, Dakota is totally on board with that. She's going to be difficult as usual, though, resting her elbow on the counter, chin in her palm. "I'd say ask me again and this time, look at me."

 

A few days after the fight, after probably the most tense and angry and awkward avoidance the school's seen to date, a mysterious padded manila envelope appears inside Clara's locker. Inside of the envelope is a messily scribbled letter (with what looks like dried tear marks on it, smudging the ink in some places) and a burnt CD with 'please listen' written on it in permanent marker.

( The letter )

( The CD )

Where do the cool kids hang out after school? The mall, obviously. But not that lowly, trashy mall. This is the fancy mall on the rich side of town. The one with stores that carry shit like Coach bags and Jimmy Choo shoes and things no normal person should ever need. Anyone who's not willing to drop a few hundred on something you can get from the regular mall should...probably go to the regular mall.

Of course Wesker would be shopping here. Step foot in that gross, commoner mall? Not a damn chance. He's making his way through what little crowds there are, chatting on his cell phone, while in his other hand he's got a couple bags from some of the clothing stores. His next destination? That fancy boutique up ahead.

Fancy /indeed/. It even has personal shoppers so all the rich, snooty people who shop there don't need to lift a finger. And they get the added bonus of bossing people around. Excellent. One of those poor saps who does your shopping for you is Maxwell, and he's jsut finished clocking in, heading up to the register to wait around until called upon to be a glorified slave. Fun!
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Lunch time is usually Alec's favorite time of the day when it comes to school. On this afternoon, however, he looks like he's suffering from the worst hangover known to man. He's sitting outside at one of the tables near a tree, sipping from a can of energy drink and trying not to look so out of it. Sugar crashes suck. He looks like he got dressed in the dark to boot; his hair's disheveled, his t-shirt's wrinkled to hell and back, and he forgot a belt for his jeans. Oh, don't mind the two different colored socks either.

Lately, Clara hasn't been out of the house much. Her ability, something she's learned how to mostly control, has been freaking out on her, and as a result, things have been shattering, falling off shelves, catapulting off desks-- she manages to keep it down during class, but her room's been a complete mess, and her house is not fairing too well either. Poor Ethan has had to deal with a lot of it.Today, she's been hearing some very interesting rumors and gossip, and all of it, from various sources, have not been all that great. So on top of her being pissed off because she can't manage to keep a pencil on her desk to save her life, she's pissed off about hearing this stuff. And she doesn't want to talk to Alec, because she'd rather sulk furiously. So that's what she's doing, walking across the tables and pointedly ignoring Alec as she does.

Alec squints, bleary eyed and looking like he's about five seconds away from crawling under his table for a nap. He chugs the rest of his drink and goes to set the can down, but instead he somehow crushes it flat under his palm. Looks like Clara's not the only one having power issues. Though, this is pretty new to him. He's never been the strong sort after all.Once he can lift his head without feeling like he wants to die he spots Clara, frowns, and gets up. Time to go chat with the girl and hope she doesn't play hacky sack with his junk. "...Siren?"
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On account of it being October, the most festive places are already decorating and the nightlife venues are certainly preparing for the Halloween holiday. The Zephyr is no exemption to this because what's better than teenage shenanigans on the last party holiday before everyone's trapped in their homes by snow and frigid temperatures. Fake spider webs hang from the ceilings and all sort of gruesome decorations are present on the walls and doors. The DJ is even sliding in a few themed tracks, just for the more Halloween enthuastic kids.

Alec is in a better mood than usual, which is saying something. He's currently chilling in an oversized, comfy chair with a drink in one hand and one of those massive pixi stix in the other. He's chugging the candy down like an addict getting their fix and there's already two discarded tubes on the ground in front of him. He's going to be /flying/. Maybe even literally.

Oh no, new kid alert. Carmichael's family just literally moved into town a few few days ago, and hailing from California, he's finding all this cold weather to be foreign and, well, /terrible/ what is this even? But he's heard tell that this is where the cool kids hand out, and since he's not starting classes until Monday, he figures he'll get a head's up on that whole meeting people thing. So, here he is, walking into the building and eyeing the decor for a moment before slipping out of his super cool red motorcycle jacket. Awww yeeeah.
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So after that huge clusterfuck of a fight, Clara runs. She goes as fast as she possibly can, out into the parking lot and away from any gossiping students, not even thinking about anything but going and hiding somewhere. Ethan's following her, she's sure, but she wants to be far away enough from the school before she stops to talk to him. She finds a nice little area right outside the parking lot to curl up in, and her emotions are still out of whack, which means her ability is too, by extension. Clara doesn't want to think about what she possibly has just done, so she curls up on the ground, leaning against a fence, and waits for her brother to catch up with her.

Slipped into (hopefully) Gabe's locker during school hours:

Violent hunger. Like when it feels like your stomach is eating you from the inside out. When you feel as if you haven't eaten for days, even weeks. The kind of sensation that causes you to double over in pain.

Phe had never felt something like it before. Not even that time she was sick and couldn't eat solid food for a whole week. It never felt like this. It never forced her out of a deep sleep, fighting its way to the surface.

She was hungry.

Walking downstairs to the kitchen felt like it took far longer than it really did. There was a point when she had to stop in the hallway because the pain in her gut was so bad. In the kitchen, nothing satiated her. Bread was supposed to be heavy, filling. Even mushrooms, normally something she eats a few of and feels like she's eaten a four course meal.

It's not until the third look into the fridge that she catches the scent of exactly what she needs. Steaks, raw and fresh. Her dad must have bought them today and they smell absolutely amazing.

She had almost torn the packaging open in a fit of hunger before she realized exactly why they smelled so good.

Blood.

They were fresh, they were raw and they were bloody.

In a surprising moment of calmness, she returned the steaks to their former spot in the fridge, closed the door and stepped back into the dark kitchen. The thought that she needed to feed was concerning. Her hunger was never this strong, even when she put it off for a few days. This, this was an unnatural hunger and it demanded to be fed.

Shaking almost like an addict needing a fix, another symptom she had never had, she returned to her room to throw some clothes on. Grabbing a jacket, she silently set out into the cool October night in hopes of shaking off this craving in her gut.

With the onset of autumn comes all the usual fall signs: leaves changing color, the weather cooling down and shorter days. This October, however, brings something else with it. The early evenings seem darker, the shadows seem more sinister and each and every person in town notices a peculiar change.

Supernatural creatures are the first affected by these subtle changes. Were-creatures seem more irritable, snapping at friends about small things like cranky children. Vampires of all sorts seem to notice that something's not quite right about being out during the day, their eyes hurt in the sunlight and they seem hungrier. Normal food fills the lucky few half-bloods less and less.

Demons are not even exempt from these changes. Even the tiniest bits of salt are a hassle. When demons could once easily eat lunch and normal food, the task is near painful now. Metahumans (both psychic-, mental- and physical-based) are also slightly affected in a variety of manners relating to their abilities.

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Feel free to continue with Homecoming shenanigans. This is simply being posted so folks can be aware of the Halloween plot that will be going on until November. This is, of course, the initial post and more will be made to detail out what exactly is going on. For now, take note of what type your character is because everyone will be affected somehow in this plot, so it gives a lot of opportunity for characters who haven't had anything going on yet!