<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Tumblr_nw6ns6a6Ju1rygoy3o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Phoebe Jeebies<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Arachne<br/><strong>Age: </strong>18<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week 1 Monday Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Creepateria<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Damon, mentioning Cleo de Nile, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Oh, no. A flip phone. She'd heard of such beasts next to tales of rotary dials and beepers. "Yeah, that's really cool." The words blew through her like a hollow reed, mortified. "You should get one that does apps if you want to stay current. It's okay to live in a totally bare bones dorm room and sleep in a cardboard coffin if you can be socially relevant with a good phone." She held hers before her heart as a sleek AMOLED window to her punk rock soul. "This is a monster's secret world."<br/><br/>Just a quick peek around to make sure none of the faculty were listening in. Phoebe was a pro at that, with so many eyes to go around, but there were always those teachers who were spectral, or invisible, or monitoring the halls through animal familiars. It paid to be extra careful. She pulled Damon in close. "When my band finds a gig like your party, I post it up on my InstaScream. Everybody who follows gets a blip on the app, and we all know where we're going after 8th period."<br/><br/>"Say you want to hook up. What'd you say your type was, cheerleaders and babes? Go make a profile on TasteBloods, your phone makes the match for you. Do a little flirting in SnapBat, send her your creature feature, and it's off to the catacombs. All the evidence gets deleted by magic or something."<br/><br/>"Cleo," she announced finally, excitably, already pulling up the name. "It's got to be Cleo de Nile. She's going to know who's single in her squad, and she's too jealous not to show." Phoebe was already texting the dirty details.