conversations: human
conversations:  Welcome to the gleaming Sitio San Sebastian, a popular tourist spot on the coast well known for its gleaming beaches, the towering mountain designated K-334 in the direct geographical center of the city (popular with the fitness crowd!) and, until recently, crime rates so low as to put any other major American city to shame.
  
  That changed, however, in the year 1998, the year an alien craft positioned itself in geocentric orbit over the Pacific Ocean and began sending incursion forces composed almost entirely of deformed humanoid soldiers into the city, plunging it into an atmosphere of terror. For a good month, no one except a few brave members of the SSPD would dare stand up to the audacity of the alien invaders, known to the citizenry as “the faceless”, “alien soldiers”, “goons”, or most popularly “those creepy ****ing gray things with laser beams and gems for faces”.
  
  The government did nothing. The police tried, and accomplished nothing. For a full month the fine citizens of San Sebastian lived in the utter terror that one day a bunch of alien goons would kick down their door and mess with their personal belongings, and also possibly shoot the place up.
  
  Then came a light of hope. Seemingly out of nowhere, three spandex-clad champions of justice appeared, wielding mighty weaponry surpassing any on earth began to destroy the alien invaders one by one. The alien force responded with bigger and more powerful threats, finally culminating in sending a tremendous monster called LADON – which the heroes, calling themselves the Power Rangers after the famous Power Rangers of Los Angeles, defeated with the aid of gigantic robots.
  
  Tragedy struck, however. In a stunning move of treachery, a fourth, WHITE RANGER, who had fought alongside the three Power Rangers, betrayed and murdered two of them, successfully taking the helmet of the third and revealing his identity to the world before he was beaten back. He was aided in this battle by the alien bounty hunter known only as CARMAK.
  
  Now the city is on the verge of outright chaos again. It has been a week since the catastrophic defeat of the Power Rangers, who, apparently, went to your high school – San Sebastian High. No one knows what will happen next, except that the lunch bell has just rung and the vast majority of the school is on the way to the cafeteria. No one, after all, wants to get stuck with the mystery meat.
conversations: Sarco_Phage:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ramiel Desperado [Location: San Sebastian High West Wing]  
  
  You are on the way to the cafeteria with the rest of the student body, having just returned from your locker to stash your pesky, rather heavy books. As you push through the bulk of students you hear a familiar sound - it is the Football Captain of the San Sebastian High Mountain Rams - PAUL WELLINGS - and his cronies, BIFF and TURTLE, two hulking basketball players, mercilessly haranguing freshman and well known geek KEVIN LUCAS. Most of the students are moving around the altercation, but some are staying to watch.
  
    Jason Bayliss [Location: San Sebastian High West Wing]  
  
  You are apart from the press of students, though the way to the cafeteria is somewhat blocked. You can see, among several others, the obvious red trenchcoat of RAMIEL DESPERADO just up ahead. However, you can also hear something else - the resonant bass of Football Captain PAUL WELLINGS' voice. He seems to be saying something about the color of someone's socks, and also some unpleasant remarks about their mother.
  
    Bernard van Amberghe [Location: San Sebastian High Covered Basketball Court  
  
  It’s lunch time, and while the cafeteria food may be terrible, there’s nothing like a good (relatively) hot meal to round out a morning of slacking off. The noon sun is scorching, and the cafeteria bell is an incessant ring. A few other ne'er do wells begin to leave the benches and head towards the double doors of the cafeteria building, connected to the West Wing of the school building.
  
   Rick Void [Location: San Sebastian High West Wing] 
  
  One of the biggest advantages of being so huge is that people give you a wide berth when in mixed company. One of the downsides, of course, is that your size tends to make them feel inferior. Walking through the halls, you can almost feel all eyes on you and your great size, but unwilling to say anything. It pays to be a gentle giant.
  
  The cafeteria bell continues to ring, although there seems to be a knot of students up ahead that has not yet dispersed.
  
    Ollie Shaw [Location: Janitor's Break Room]  
  
  Skipping class is always worth it, especially when you've got your friends around you. The room is filled with the stench of cigarettes and what might just be the Janitor's stash of marijuana. Your friends, KATE MORALES and JIMMY MORAN are talking excitedly about that new act - STONEFLINT - that's coming to San Sebastian in outright defiance of the alien incursions and recent catastrophes. You hear the muffled ring of the lunchtime bell.
conversations: Sarco_Phage:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ollie Shaw 
  
  Ollie drank like a fish sometimes, but he never smoked.  He didn't want to put a burning ember any closer to his precious vocal chords than he had to, since his worst fear was damaging his ability to make music.  His friends teased him about it, but respected his decision.  He never said anything about their habits, and never peer pressured anyone in return because they were delinquents, not bullies.  Unfortunately, even a contact high could give him the munchies, so when he heard the bell ringing he felt his stomach rumble.
  
  " Oh man...guys, I skipped breakfast this morning for band practice and I am staaaarrrvvinggg... " he informed Kate and Jimmy, grabbing his abdomen as if he was in pain, then grinning.  " I'll catch you guys after school and we'll go get Stoneflint tickets, cool? " he said as he shouldered his mostly empty backpack (mostly just a notebook full of song lyrics and half-finished sheet music, his iPod, a few odds and ends, and a collection of extra picks lining the bottom) and opened the door a crack.  He checked to see that the coast was clear before slipping out and heading in the direction of the cafeteria.
conversations: ChronicLunacy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jason Bayliss 
    Lay your head down, child. I won't let the boogeyman come...  
  
  Jason moves through the crowd like a ghost, hands shoved deep in the front pockets of his aerated hoodie.
  
   Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums... 
  
  Every so often a friendly face passes by, and he nods or waves. He doesn't remove the headphones, though. After an hour of trig, he just wants to bask in the sound.
  
   Pay no mind to the rabble. Pay no mind to the rabble... 
  
  Stepping around a massive wall of basketball jersey, he overhears a roared snatch of conversation.
  
   "...bright orange socks. Did your mommy dress you, Lucas? Dress you like her little girly girl..." 
  
  And it's gone as he slips past. The doors of the cafeteria are open ahead.
  
   Keep your head down. Go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums... 
   OOC:  
   Spoiler 
  A Perfect Circle wasn't formed until 1999, and "Pet" was off of their 2003 album.
  
  That said, there weren't alien invaders in San Sebastian in the late 90's either. A little anachronism's probably okay.
   
conversations: Kuma Da:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ramiel stops cold at Paul Wellings. Like many he stops to watch. For some time at the very least. There's a true mess in his mind. From one side he didn't like streetfights, unlike when they were for sport there was a big chance of disaster...on the other hand something always made him unable to just go with the flow sometimes...
  
  He steps, fists clenched, licking lips every second or so, indecise look on the face. It isn't after half a minute or so is passed that he spouts, making a lot of effort to not let his voice waver
  
   "Come on Paul. Leave him alone..." 
conversations: DukeGod:
conversations: human
conversations:  Burnie Vans  
  
  Stroking his chin in a supervillianian manner,   "Mmm, Taco's. Gnarly!"  
  
  With a goofy grin Burnie takes off down the hall way, running into the clustered students, Burnie stumbles into the fight knocking Paul and Kevin apart,   "Whoa, sorry brah, but they gots taco's today and I totally missed them last week. Tell you what amigo's i'll by you guys some tacos."  
  
  He continues down the hall-way towards the cafeteria,   "But you know what the man said, 'tacos wait for no man'!"  
conversations: Mo_the_Hawked:
conversations: human
conversations:  Rick Ford 
  
  Rick mumbles something to himself as he walks down the hall. He didn't like going into the halls much, preferred staying in the shop when he could. All those eyes on him...
  
  Still, lunch called and the cafeteria was waiting. As he approaches the the knot of people he mumbles softly something that sounds like...
  
     "Um, excuse me... if I could pass... please?"   
conversations: kpenguin: