<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><br/>Location: Quad, the on to Outcast Psychology<br/>Tagging: Nyx, open<br/><hr/><br/>"I<em>hope</em>she sees it," Tara giggled. "I mean, I know she's not gonna bump uglies with a student, but she's HAWT." What the hell was a spriggan?  Whatever it was, the pink-haired Outcast seemed excited about it, so it was probably something cool. "Lunch, right? Be there, or be...uh, if I say 'be square' are you gonna go all presto-chango again?"<br/><br/>Dripping from the dog-like splashing she'd gotten, Tara watched her new buddy wander off singing into the drizzle, then chuckled and shook her head. Weird person. Totes cool, but also totes def weird. Not that that wasn't to be expected in a place like Nevermore. And lest she forget, the label applied to her all over, too. Most of the time, she felt just like a normal late-teener. Then something would happen to remind her she was a very<em>dead</em>late-teener. Not normal at all. As she stalked down the breezeway, she wondered if any of the townies were cute.<br/><br/>Ah well. She'd already made a friend, at least of sorts, which was a good start. Meeting up with Nyx at lunch would be fun, though she hoped there was something on the menu that would actually sate her hunger. She<em>could</em>eat anything, but a lot of foods left her feeling empty, unsatisfied. Like bad sex- all of the mess, none of the rewards.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, it was time for her Abnormal Psych class. Technically it was 'Inter- and Intra-Community Psycho-Social Interfacing.' In other words, how to make friends and influence people. If you were a freak. And had to get along with a bunch of other freaks, and a whole bunch of Nervous Normies.