Suddenly There Was Trouble [Open]

[Emma Cousins]

Emma had arrived only a day or two ago, and though it was lovely seeing Vincent and everyone, she still had some serious mood fixing before she could settle back down and enjoy herself. The Talk had turned Hammel from being full of hilarity and comradeship to everyone hating two people and sulking, misery, all that stuff Emma thought didn't belong in the school at all. She'd gotten up early, gone in with Sean and waved goodbye to him then disappeared off down the corridor.

The only problem was that Emma had decided it was about time she gave the staff their souvenirs. She shouldered her bag, then tried James' door. Locked. Blugh. Huffing to herself, she wrinkled her nose then teleported in, checking the room out for any changes, before setting a beautifully wrapped present on the desk and teleporting straight back out again. This continued down any unoccupied staff offices till she was in the corridor feeling like it needed some livening up.

Sean was hopefully too busy doing paperwork right now to notice his protege plotting in the hall. She took a large string of paperchain and began pinning it up to the walls, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Of course, this is Emma, and said paperchain was, instead of people linking hands, particularly rude phallic shapes with hand coloured in details. Once this was entirely done, and no one had caught her (not much they could do, mind, aside send her to Sean to be sent back to his) she set on to the next phase of Operation Cheer Hammel Up.

In her bag, along side the staff presents, paperchains and various other rude items she'd handcrafted, was a large flag. The school had always displayed an American flag for the entire time she'd been there. It had been half-masted for the 9/11 anniversary and she'd made a mental note to check the area for suitable teleportation hotspots. "Right." She said to herself, setting the bag down the hall away from her handiwork. "Flag time."

With a BAMF sound, Emma found herself on the school tower roof. She spotted a few students out on the lawn and gestured a finger to her lips in a shh. Straddling the roof, she reached up and began to untie the american flag, folding it up neatly, then stringing up her new, improved flag. It took a great deal more fiddling than she'd wanted, but eventually it was strung up and she used her power once more to admire her handiwork from just outside the school office door.

In the breeze, the flag flew, showing all and sundry a crude drawing of a pair of breasts.

She ran inside to seize her bag, then hovered around, waiting to see some well needed smiles.

[Robbie Wilkes]

He needed to smile. Badly.

After the month he'd had, he seriously just wanted a good laugh over nothing.

That, was apparently in the works already as he walked out to the main corridor to find something different flapping in the wind where the flag used to be. He seemed to be the only one around, aside from a blonde girl who was also looking up at it.

He tried to squint so he could see it properly and once he saw, he chuckled and turned to the other blonde. "Your handiwork I presume?" Robbie asked, looking back up to laugh at the flag once more. Telekinetic, probably. Or wall climber. Or illusionist. Either way, it was a flag with boobs and he was cheered.

"Oh man...has any of the staff seen this?"

[Jean Manne]

Jean was pretty sure he had the best timing ever.

Seriously, he was just walking by and just happened to look up and see the greatest. Flag. Ever. The almost-thirteen-year-old could appreciate, in a vague inexperienced way, a good pair of boobs on a flag. Such was the sense of humor of a young boy. His face lit up and he started to laugh hysterically. He looked around to see, among other students, a blonde, smug looking older girl and a gleeful blond teenage boy.

"Dude, this is awesome!" He said excitedly, directing the exclamation at both the older kids, "What's it for?"

He barely had a concept of what had happened at The Talk. He didn't go, he didn't really understand, and to his knowledge, nobody he knew had been involved. So his realm of perspective on why Hammel was suddenly super bummed out lately was rather limited. As far as he knew, this flag thing was just for giggles.

[Emma Cousins]

Just as Emma was about to sulk that no one saw her most epic idea since the naked skateboarding down the training room corridor (aged 17), a fellow blonde showed up. He seemed to be pleased with the whole fiasco, and she offered a gentle shrug. "Yeaaah. Just thought I'd brighten the place up." She grinned, running her hand through her hair. "Verax's been telling me it's all doom and gloom here lately."

She grinned brightly when he asked if the staff had seen it. "Nah, but I'm waiting for the rest of the staff to show up. There's a little bit of extra special decoration in the corridor." She was just about to go show off the paper chains when a cute pint sized teen showed up. Emma waved her hand over at him. "You like it?" She piped up.

"I'm the employed Cheer Up Hammel task force. Have you SEEN the miserable faces everyone's wearing?" She shook her head and sighed. "Totally not cool." She paused then, wrestling a cigarette out of a packet and offering it around. "Anyone smoke? No?" She withdrew one then, and rested it on her lips. "I'm Emma, I'm an ex-student here."

[Max Rose]

Max was grinning ear from ear, having stopped to stare up at the new flag. There was already a small gathering of students, a couple that Max even recognized, and she'd drifted that way, mostly to chatter and listen to other people's chatter.

"The right one's a big bigger than the left," she said. One hand went up to shade her eyes, while she squinted to take in the details. "So don't think that's a perfectly accurate portrayal, man."

That last was to the smaller kid, since Max was betting that the hot blonde guy had already gotten to experience the wonderland that was chest marshmallows. She lowered her hand, grinning from ear to ear. Sure, there had likely been a picture or two of her in the slide show, which she hadn't been able to make thanks to catching a kickass cold.

"It's just what we need," she said, nodding. "Two thumbs way the hell up."

Which, of course she did, facing Emma to give credit to the right person. A laugh, and Max was creening up to look again. Artistry at its best.

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Eh, doom and gloom is right. The place is depressing." He didn't add on to the fact that he was only adding to the doom and gloom. He turned to look at her just as a pint-sized freshman came over, gushing at the artwork. Robbie grinned and resisted the urge to ruffle the kid's afro. The offer for a smoke was declined by the blond as he looked back up again to admire the flag once more. He laughed again.

"I'm Robbie," he said before turning back at her. "Oh hey, I know you. I think I was still a freshman when I heard about your stunt at the training hall. That was you right?" He grinned before turning at the new arrival.

He vaguely recognised the redhead from classes. "Don't ruin the image for him. Far as he knows, they're perfectly accurate." He teased the girl before really ruffling the little guy's do.