[Anyone around the school today might be graced with the odd sight of a young girl, a student judging by the uniform, crouched at varying points around the building, and very intently scratching little geometric triangle patterns into the walls. Every once in a while, she references a notebook she's carrying with her, and a map of the school with strategic points marked in pen.

In the places she's already gotten to, those weird triangle designs appear to be faintly glowing blue.]

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[Later, the same girl appears in a new video post on the network, waving at the screen with a nervous smile.]

Hi, um. I'm Carter, I'm a new student?

Anyways, I'm sorry to anyone I might have run into or weirded out earlier? I know what it looks like, but I wasn't actually drawing on walls or anything. Well, I was, but it wasn't graffiti or anything, I was trying to put up wards! Er, protection. For the school. They're probably not as good as what my old school had, but the people who put those up were way better at magic than I am, heh. Anyway, if you could, just, try not to take them down? Please? It's really pretty important.

[She pauses, waiting for that to sink in before she starts talking again.]

Oh, and hey, can I ask someone what happened in this city? I'm not even talking about how messed up it seems right now, though if someone could tell me about that? I'd definitely want to know. It's just, this place is setting off so many pings, I think even the bees are getting confused. They're definitely making less sense than usual, and honestly? I didn't even think that was possible.

[AUDIO: Private to Sonic.]

[Scout dials the number attached to the lewd, offensive messages he had gotten back on Valentine's day. He has no idea the number belongs to Sonic; in fact, he has no idea who the number belongs to at all! He's just angry, and definitely not in the mood to be belittled like he was.

Besides, those pictures were pretty gross.]

Yo. I dunno who you are or why yer ass thought it was funny t'fuck with me, but I'm done with bein' yer laughin' stock. I wanna meetcha in person and show you exactly what I thought'a yer clever prank.

Scout out.

[Backdated to the 14th, of course.]

[Scout clicks on the feed and smiles, making sure to show off as many teeth as possible.]

I'm gonna make this quick 'cause I'm so busy 'n all ...

But which lucky lady wants t'take up the offer'a bein' my Valentine?

I know I'm gonna get a lotta responses, so don't be disappointed if I don't pick ya. There's always next year, right?

[Action]
[Ivan is in the computer lab, sitting hunched over one of the keyboards as he uses the tried-and-true hunt-and-peck method of typing. He had been told about the school "network", but he had no idea what that actually meant or how to use it.

Technology was confusing. Everything here seemed so advanced, it gave him a headache and frustrated him, but he was too prideful to actually ask how any of this stuff worked. So for now, he suffers alone.

"Username", "Password"? Well, he's pretty sure he's got the first part down...

IVAN RAIKOV|]

Let me iiinn... [He lets out a frustrated whine and shoves the screen back against the wall before finally letting his head rest on the keyboard.

The computer starts making that annoying ding sound one gets when they reach the character limit on an entry form.]

[Voice]
[Through means unknown, Ivan somehow manages to get into the network and figure out how to make a phone call. It wasn't just any phone call though, it was a phone call...through a screen!]

[He makes an almost embarrassed sounding laugh at the start of his clip. Forgive him, he's just beside himself with glee.]

So, teachers, students. I have yet to meet you all yet~ Why don't you tell me a little about yourselves? I'll tell you about myself in exchange:

I'm twenty-six years old, I trained in the Russian Spetsnaz and was Major of the GRU. So, you could me capable. I'm just on leave right now. You know, it's just some relocation. Because I was too good for where they had me before.

[He's digging himself into a hole now.]

I'll be out of this dump in a few months, but for now I'm your new "physical education" teacher.

[...and digging...]

So...you know! Don't be late to class!

[He can't even climb back out and save himself the embarrassment anymore.]

[Text: Filtered to Blue]

want 2 hang out sometime? gimme a buzz or somethin or write me

its not like i go to class anyway

--

[Audio: Open to All]

Anyone wanna start a baseball league? With me bein' the leader, 'a course. Lemme know. C'mon, let's do it! There's a buncha room for baseball games we gotta take advantage of this!

[A piece of paper crumpled up, tossed in the dusty corner of the hall you take to your next class. Or folded neatly and slipped under your door. Or maybe someone told you. How you found out isn't that important; if you were invited, you better show up.

( FIGHT CLUB DEETS. )

If you are interested in joining Smash's off-campus, underground, really suspicious FIGHT CLUB? An OOC post here will put your dude on the list.]

[The voice the entirety of the campus will hear is loud, very Boston, and very angry.]

YO! What's this crap all about? I already went t'school -- I ain't a college man! I got all the skills I'll ever need.

[He sighs.]

I don't know what this 'final destination' crap is but I don't like the sound'a it. I mean -- I'm used t'bein' told I'm gonna die or whatever, and I always make it out alright since I'm so freakin' fast and all, but I don't think I'm likin' the sound'a this.

Uh, so ... REDs! Doc! Fat-Man! Mumbles, Hardhat, Snipes, Spy, Demo, Soldier ... anyone around? I mean I know yer all old as shit 'n everythin' but Ma always told me yer never too old for college so maybe some'a you guys are here? Hopefully.

As for everyone else! Name's Scout. I'm the fastest man alive 'n if ya don't wanna hear it then I welcome ya to race me! I'm also real freakin' awesome at baseball, no joke. I'm always up for a game.

I'm also single, so babes, feel free t'meet me 'round my dorm: [Pause, sound of papers rustling as he looks for something with his address.] BE-16.

Guess that's it! Catch ya later!