proof in the pudding ;; Open

[Becca Turner]

Oh how bored could a person be if a person had a metahuman power and hundreds of other students to entertain her. Apparently, quite bored, as Becca was experiencing. She'd done just about everything imaginable to the students sitting a few tables away from her, and to be honest, she'd done them several times before this as well. Illusions weren't cutting it anymore. She needed a big stunt. Something that would target the most people with the least effort. Something that wasn't a food fight. No, a food fight was too after-school special for Becca, and besides, there was one of those every month at least, despite the signs. Staff would be on her before the food left her hand anyway.

Pondering over exactly what she should do, Becca slowly swirled the, well, what was supposed to be a vegetable medley, though to be honest, it looked more like chunky, melted mop-water ice cream. Honestly, how did the school expect anyone to eat this? It was one reason Becca was glad that she lived off school grounds, though she would have preferred to live there alone, rather than with the nosy sister and the know-it-all brother who both seemed to think they had authority over her. They were wrong of course, but home-cooked meals were better than slop. If only Becca could eat lunch there as well.

Ahh well, at home, there was less entertainment. A girl three tables to the left of the illusionist screamed in horror as her spoon came out of her pudding bowl and Becca smirked. Somehow, that one would never get old. Probably because the hygene of the woman always on food line was severely lacking, and everyone knew it. Finding the old woman's hairs, and occasionally the bit of wart in your vanilla pudding, or at least what looked like hair and wart, was a disturbing ordeal for anyone, and generally enough to lose at least a little of what mush might have ended up in the stomach. The girl turned green and ran from the room, a few more squeamish friends in tow. Ohhh the illusionist would be paying for this tonight, but it was sooo worth it. Still smirking, she glanced over at the person closest to her. "Unlucky sucker."

[Morgana Bennet]

Physics was an extremely easy class.. Well, it was for Morgana. She enjoyed any science class and that was why she also enjoyed studying for any of those classes. To her, quizzes, tests, and exams were the ultimate party. Morgana didn't always get perfect on her exams, but all that meant was that she just had to study a little more, which she loved doing. Then there was also the fact that her teacher was Mr. McQueen. Morgana had made it a goal of hers to get the highest mark in the class. In her eyes, that would mean that Mr. McQueen would notice her and, hopefully, take an interest in her. All she really wanted was the teacher to at least like her. Actually, she wanted all teachers to like her, but this one was different; he was hot.

When some girl a few tables away from her screamed, Morgana looked up from her textbook and her notebook. She didn't see what exactly happened, only that the girl and her friends ran from the table. Morgana just shook her head and went back to studying. A girl who was sitting near her spoke and Morgana once again looked up. She didn't want to be rude, but she also didn't want her studying time to be interrupted.

"I don't really think that's appropriate. I mean, it's not very humane to get a kick out of seeing someone suffer. Don't you agree?"

[Becca Turner]

Becca's little trick was disturbing at best, and when the boyfriends of the girls who had run out moved to look at the pudding. Becca's little heart was gleeing with amusement. She kept the illusion going, and the faces of horrified wonder on their faces was more than enough. Eventually, as the boys had seen the pudding and moved back to their own seats, clearly now without appetite, and before the girls could return, Becca cleared away the the illusion, leaving the pudding exactly as it had been when it was ordered and bought. Perfectly clean.

However, the girl on the other side, the one Becca had assumed might get a bit of amusement from the super high-maintenance girls getting their asses handed to them in a cup of pudding, didn't seem anywhere near as amused as Becca. Did she not know how Becca worked? That was sad. Everyone ought to know how Becca worked. Appropriate was not, and had never been a word that described the girl. Humane either. Just ask her siblings. "Propriety was designed by people at the top to make sure people at the bottom didn't get out. Those of us at the top have no need to respect what's appropriate and what isn't. And it's perfectly humane. Nobody got hurt."

She sneered a bit at the girl in that way that Becca did. She had sounded a bit like Lindsey would have if Lindsey hadn't grown up with Becca's antics, and just for that, Becca needed to teach her how Becca worked, and that when Becca laughed, the world laughed to, or faced the wrath of the girl with the nightmare illusions. It was just a question of how to teach the obviously oblivious girl that lesson.

[Morgana Bennet]

This girl clearly had some unresolved anger problems. Or she was just insane. Morgana was positive that she could help change the girl's perception of the world. All she needed was to get this girl on her side and everything would work out for the best. Or Morgana thought. If she had ever previously met or heard of Becca, both of which had never happened, Morgana would have packed up her books and left. But, because she thought that the girl could be changed, Morgana decided to forget about studying and focused on the girl. Oh, she'd definitely regret it.

"Everyone has their own opinion, though I find that statement to be highly controversial. Firstly, social statuses are constantly changing, so the social balance also shifts. Secondly, the people at the top are only there because they consider themselves to be better than everyone else. Think about it. You only believe that you have the right to do such a horrible thing because you believe that you're better than them. However, someone else will believe that they can do something even worse to you because in their mind, you're below them." Morgana gave the girl a friendly smile and introduced herself. "I'm Morgana, and you are?"