<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson Farm | Snacks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>MC Frontalot - I'll Form the Head (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMgsAD3D948)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Aaron | Open<br/><hr/><br/>"It's not nearly as pervasive as the vampire, zombie and dinosaur trends have been, but it definitely feels like it rose out of nowhere to crop up in the most unexpected places."  He walked with Aaron toward the party and nudged his glasses up, brow creasing briefly.  "Of course, it may simply be perception bias as a result of my dislike for the mythos and its author.  The only teacher in high school who actively disliked me was Mr. Kurtz, and that was only because I refused to read the works he tried to assign on Lovecraft.  We got into a serious debate over the value of H.P.'s contributions to the genre, and it ended with him storming out of his office."  He frowned and glanced over at Aaron.  "You would think adults would have the ability to engage in a scholarly discussion without letting their emotions get the better of them."<br/><br/>He blinked as the strange boy accosted his friend with his phone, removing his glasses and taking the chance to use the handkerchief in his pocket to carefully buff the lenses clean.  He squinted slightly as he studied his handiwork, half-blind without his glasses - which wasn't helped in the least by the inconstant light of the fire.  Satisfied, he replaced his specs and continued with Aaron to the snack table, stomach growling to remind him he hadn't finished his pizza at Hank's party.  He studied everything on offer and settled on a slice of Supreme, putting it on a paper plate and leaning against the table as he began to meticulously pick the onions off the top and set them aside on his plate.<br/><br/>"Nothing important."  He glanced up, licking a bit of sauce off the tip of one finger.  "It appears that you're Robin to Marco's Batman tonight.  Perhaps you should leverage this newfound, and likely fleeting, popularity into a dance with a girl.  Do you know how to dance?"