[ Action || Cafeteria || Tuesday Afternoon ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Just before noon, Equius made his way to the cafeteria, a stack of papers in one hand, a rolled up poster and tape in the other. He finds an empty spot by the door, sets down his things, then unrolls the poster, smoothing it out over the table. Once it's properly flattened out, he tapes it to the wall, revealing a rather unflattering picture of one Tavros Nitram.]



[Set up complete, he head through the lunch line to get some food, leaving his flyers and poster free for all to peruse. They all have the picture of Tavros, along with the slogan "DON'T VOTE FOR TAVROS NITRAM, SOCIAL DROPOUT" printed on them]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Doot doot doot.]

[Just going to enjoy some food, yep, wandering on into the cafeteria, and gotta say, he's a mighty perceptive dude. And when he gets a gander at the poster he nearly chokes, staring at it for a moment before wandering over to a side table and taking a random drink from a student, shhhh, he took nothing.]

[Tavros calmly walks back over the to table and spreads out the papers neatly, and then happily dumps the drink all over them, getting the lot of them nice and moist.]

[And for his final act, he's just going to step up on that table and rip the poster off the wall, ripping a strip off and biting a piece off as he crumples the whole of it in his hands, sitting down at the chair by the table, legs propped up on it, munching away on the paper.]

[This, is probably a bad idea.]

[But he has a distraction ready, if need be.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[And Equius is just standing there, holding his lunch tray as he calmly watches Tavros tear down the poster and eat it.]

[Rolling his eyes, he delicately places his lunch down on the table and uses the ruined flyers to wipe up the mess. Then sits down right next to Tavros.]

You realize that I have more of them, right?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Juuuuuust going to scoot away a bit from him, ripping the rest of the poster into small pieces.]

Probably, yeah. You realize Iiiiii don't give a shit? [His grins wide, flicking all the small pieces of paper Equius's way. Confetti!]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Strange, you seemed to care exponentially as you were taking down the poster with your teeth.

[He absently bats away the paper bits and plucks an orange from his tray. Digging his nails into deep into the peel, he turns and gives Tavros a toothy smile, lifting one hand to lick juice from his fingertips]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Ew.]

Nope, not really. If you think that was 'caring', you're horribly misjudging passion my friend! Also you're acting like I give a damn what you have to say an do, and I GOTTA say, that's a crock. [He sighs, standing up, hands going in his pockets. Tavros smirks, glancing at Equius's food tray and promptly spitting the wad of chewed up paper down onto it before stepping back up on the table and then on the floor on the other side.]

Gotta remember, droog, you don't mean shit here, 'specially not to me.

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

[Edge, on his way through, glances over at the poster -- then double-takes. And then starts snickering into his mask.]

[It's the 'bluh' that really sells it.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I think it really catches his likeness.

[Pleased that someone is enjoying his artwork? Yes he is. He can't help but snicker too, and who wouldn't, looking at that face?]

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

I need to remember that one. I can think of a few people back home who could use the treatment!

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

The bullheaded and arrogant really could use the humbling, couldn't they? [And if Tavros is the kettle, Equius would be the pot, but shhhh, no one needs to know] Really, a silly looking portrait hardly takes any time to construct, and they take it so personally. Quite amusing.

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

Now that I think about it, the guy I had in mind might go evil and try to kill everybody and kidnap a girl, though. Maybe I shouldn't provoke that.

Or maybe I SHOULD and then solve the problem if he does!

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Sharpay's just popping into the cafeteria for some fruit when her eyes fall on the poster and her jaw drops.

[A poster. WHY DIDN'T SHE THINK OF THAT??

[Her fist tightens on her bag of takeout as she almost stomps (it's hard in heels) over to the table with the fliers, where she picks up a few to glance through, her mind racing with ideas. How did an anti-campaign beat her to posters and fliers?!]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Obviously he's just that amazing.]

[And he's just going to slide in here with his lunch, smug as you please to see everything is going to according to his plans. Mwahahaha]

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[If a furious instructor was part of your plans, sure! At least she's only mad at herself, not Equius. She mutters to herself - bits and pieces along the lines of "photo" and "some decent typography" and "monogram?" - as she looks between the flyer and the poster, completely oblivious to Equius.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ When he comes back, there will be one little girl with fluffy hair giggling at the horrible picture. Of course, she will deny the giggling until the day she dies. ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[So many people enjoying his artwork~ He is so gosh darn proud of himself, he truly is. But she's definitely giggling]

He's much uglier in person, you know.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Yeah I know, last time I saw him he was playing tree explorer. Wonder if he ever got down.

[ Okay the laughter is gone because laughter is not cool. ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Your attempts at stoicism are admirable]

Unfortunately, he must have, as I have since encountered him. Perhaps we should find a taller tree to throw him into.

[brightens]

[ Vanille is standing in front of the poster for a long while... Before declaring: ]

It's so cute!

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Facepalm. This is what Equius is doing while sitting by the posters and fliers, eating his lunch. Even if he technically agrees, but shhh, he hates Tavros]

[brightens]

[ She giggles and... Mimics the pose on the poster. ] Bluh!

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Pft.]

That look does not suit you.

[umathematic.livejournal.com]

Che, like anybody's gonna recognise a mess like that. Should've left the horns...



... off...

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Hi. His horns are much smaller and in the shape of noble little horsedicks arrows, but they're horns none the less]

Actually, if anything, the poster has vastly improved aesthetics than the reality.

[umathematic.livejournal.com]

There's no fucking way.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

There are several of us around the building. That's Tavros. I'm Equius. And your language is atrocious.