[I feel you, I feel you. I am very lucky to have a lot of nerds for friends thanks to the LARP community. Maybe it's dorky to say but LARP pretty much saved my life. I had a half decent job but lived in the middle of no where, alone and depressed, apart from my college friends when a strange series of circumstances led to me going to a con and getting dragged to the LARP. I ended up moving to where several of them live and have been friends with them for 11 years now. Couldn't be happier about it.
Er but point being, I'm lucky to have friends to are all playing Pokemon Sun and Moon along side of me, who watch Marvel movies, who do Drunken Fingerpainting Nights (seriously, get drunk watching horrible movie then fingerpaint your drunken feelings about the movie. It is the best), who table top and RP.]
Well that clearly was a challenge! The girl blinked at him before grinning, then squinted at the tablet as she was trying to figure out the writing and how to add it to her miniature version of it. Several of her friends gathered around and were trying to help to whatever degree they could.
Suzanne though raised her brows, surprised, and of course Aurus ended up getting a dozen questions from curious students. What do you mean, by accident? What are the mists? Is projection your power, then? Are you an alien? Where did you come from? Where were you trying to go?
Charles, sitting tucked up to a window at the side of the school facing where Aurus was, looked amused as he heard the excited questions (though unable to pick out precisely what was being said) through the cracked-open panes.
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Er but point being, I'm lucky to have friends to are all playing Pokemon Sun and Moon along side of me, who watch Marvel movies, who do Drunken Fingerpainting Nights (seriously, get drunk watching horrible movie then fingerpaint your drunken feelings about the movie. It is the best), who table top and RP.]
Well that clearly was a challenge! The girl blinked at him before grinning, then squinted at the tablet as she was trying to figure out the writing and how to add it to her miniature version of it. Several of her friends gathered around and were trying to help to whatever degree they could.
Suzanne though raised her brows, surprised, and of course Aurus ended up getting a dozen questions from curious students. What do you mean, by accident? What are the mists? Is projection your power, then? Are you an alien? Where did you come from? Where were you trying to go?
Charles, sitting tucked up to a window at the side of the school facing where Aurus was, looked amused as he heard the excited questions (though unable to pick out precisely what was being said) through the cracked-open panes.