Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24550396-20140317194942/@comment-26414442-20140322222222

"I'll go! I think potions relate to my tale or something," Pythia said. "I dunno, I think I have to give the love interest a potion so he won't recognise the protag?" She clapped her hands and took the bottle. "Maybe we should drink the antidote? Because we don't know which plates are ours and which isn't, and we kinda have to be safe, right?"

Lenore found her seat. Apparently the Royal table was "full", and she had to sit with commoners. Maybe this was the school's idea of a detention.

Coincidentally, her seat was near a family of thieves. "Hey," she said, turning to them. "Do you know what's happening?"

Chanson decided to be late on purpose. After all, there was never anything bad about being fashionably late, and Chanson had spent ages picking a good outfit. Apparently garters were 'inappropriate', her skirt was 'too short' and she was showing 'too much skin'. Why did people always try to restrict her expression?

She slid into the Hall, and found her seat. Unfortunately, it wasn't next to Milo or Apollo. However, it was exactly by a certain rooster who she was quite familiar with.

"Hey, dude," she said, a wild grin on her face.

((is this good enough, Arcus?))