CIRRUS NETWORK

[livestage]

[The Showmaster leads you through the dark stage and you find yourself entering something that looks like a very nice and expensive classroom.

Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.

Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .

And then she looks at you all with the biggest smug grin plastered on her face. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the scowl, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in green also.]

Ah, Cirrus, still mad that you can't take our stories, huh? Even though we're all gone now, you still can't leave us alone.

Comments

Re: DISCUSSION

[mykidisthebest]

If everyone else is, then why wouldn't I be?

Re: DISCUSSION

[endsjustified]

You’ve never been prone to peer pressure before, don’t start now.

Re: DISCUSSION

[mykidisthebest]

It's not peer pressure. We're deciding on a course of action to take as a group.

Re: DISCUSSION

[endsjustified]

…

Very well.

Re: DISCUSSION

[mykidisthebest]

Careful, Mr. Frost, I might start to think you care if you ask questions like that.

Re: DISCUSSION

[endsjustified]

I never stopped.

[walks off]

Re: DISCUSSION

[mykidisthebest]

[don't pick a fight don't pick a fight don't pick a fight don't pick a fight don't pick a fight don't pick a fight

goes to aggressively mess up Jackson's hair instead]