<strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>Thankfully, the line wasn’t overly long, and it didn’t take long at all to get some food for anyone standing in line.<br/><br/>For those not accustomed to expensive gourmet cuisine, it was pretty good, though it only came across as<em>adequate</em>when compared to five-star restaurants.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>I also have a separate bit for each PC, listed below.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tian Lei<br/><br/>Something about the story reminded Luke about other stories that Wu had told with Sun Wukong.  That monkey was often getting into trouble for seeing through the disguises of demons with his Fiery Golden Eyes (earned from being in Lao Zi’s furnace, killing the demons, and having Tang Sanzang upset with him.<br/><br/>“It’d be a little different with Chang’e,” Wu had explained.  “I once heard of a man blessed by Chang’e who declared a woman to be an impostor, and moonlight splashed over her despite the clear sunny day, revealing her for a demon as well.”  It was just a little exposition he had thrown in before continuing the story, how Sun Wukong had eventually been proven correct.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JD<br/><br/>There were three people in total at the table with the blue-haired hottie, with only three chairs, though one could feasibly grab a fourth chair and come join them if they either got an invitation or didn’t mind being a little rude.  For the second, what originally looked to be a girl of African descent had skin of literal ebony wood and with hair that wasn’t dyed green but was actual vines and leaves, complete with a few growing flowers.  She was working furiously on her smartphone in lieu of actually eating; some nymphs didn’t require food if they got enough water and sunlight.<br/><br/>The third girl, once she turned around to look back at the newcomer, was the same blonde who had just had her panties stolen, though she apparently didn't recognize JD’s attempts to help.  The most friendly of the bunch - the blue haired woman was just watching with amusement and a touch of curiosity, while the nymph didn’t even look up - the blonde just gave a polite smile in turn.  “Hey, JD,” she offered.  “I’m Courtney,” she offered, then gestured to the nymph, “and this is Brianna, and Allison,” meaning the blue-haired woman.  “I should probably tell you that Brianna is seeing someone,” she added, as if ninety percent of these conversations ended when she spoke those words.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clio<br/><br/>An alert from Clio’s phone let her know that Conroy Steelfoot had released another video.<br/><br/>The son of Dian Cécht, Conroy was an exceptional surgeon and craftsman, and the vast majority of his time was spent either sleeping, crafting prosthetics for people, or attaching them so that they worked nearly as well as the original limb or organ.  Even his own foot - severed at about the calf as a result of helping other Scions deal with a hydra - had no more issues than the flesh and blood leg on the other side of his body.<br/><br/>Not every video was released, since waivers had to be signed with the people involved, but most of them began with discussing the individual’s routine, drives, and what they hoped to be able to do once more.  Just watching them had gone over quite a bit of medicine, explaining anatomy in a way even laypeople could understand, and by the end, miracles happened.<br/><br/>A lot of people didn’t appreciate Conroy’s work, especially since he had a clientele that could take months to get on the waiting list, and it either took a charity’s assistance or exceptional resources, but anyone watching could recognize he did it for every life he could make better, not for financial gain or for his own fame.  Somehow he hoped to be able to pass on that gift to others, to make sure modern medicine could do what was so difficult for him as technology continued to advance.<br/><br/>However, the whole video would take an hour to watch, so it wasn’t practical at the moment.<br/><br/>OOC:<br/><br/>I don’t really have any specifics for what the video would be about, so you’re free to make up details if you like, but I thought it might be helpful to flesh this idea out some more to see if it aids in conversation.<br/><br/>Maybe when she watches this video, it makes her ponder when Conroy says that ordinary people can’t do certain things but she can do them?<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Namira<br/><br/>With the way AllMyFriends was set up, it didn’t take long to research Gilbert Garfield.  He had a nickname “Amish” from his home friends given that he liked riding horses and was waiting to turn 21 to drink alcohol.  In Hawaii, he had a really sweet looking and expensive house in Honolulu, though the pictures only showed the inside.  Although he’d had some relationships with girls in the past, there’d been none in recent months, and he showed proper manners to all of them.  He’d just become a Junior this year.<br/><br/>While Namira was changing pages, his information suddenly stopped working.  There were two possibilities for this, not counting if he’d suddenly canceled her friend access for no apparent reason.  Either it was glitching or her phone had lost connection.  Sometimes people had to unfriend and refriend to get it to stop acting up.