<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://observer.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/07/dnm_uni_cc_del02_fw161.jpg?quality=80&amp;w=320&amp;strip)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases)<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Entrepreneur (Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | 1:50 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Maybe Ace (Koka) / Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br/><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.</span><br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>T</strong>he winter solstice was upon the unsuspecting residents of Earth. For a few months now, the mystics were all over social media posting about the alignment of the planets. Something that apparently had not occurred in eight hundred years. The witches were freaking out, because it was also occurring on the night of a full moon. They were posting things on TikToc, like "Guys! We shouldnʻt have Hexed the moon. We caused the apocalypse!!! #KarmicDebt #MakeAnOffering" Mean while, the Instagram witches were like, "No one can f*kn hex a celestial body. If they tried, literally <strong><em>nothing</em></strong> would happen. F those TikToc VVitches, and their dumb sh!t." <br/><br/>Meanwhile, on multiple devices, on multiple accounts, Rabbit was having a grand old time trolling the lot of them. @-ing and hashtagging left and right, under aliases no one knew. A booth over, was a random stranger, who was intrigued with the layer of deceit one would go through, for a bit of amusement. "It seems like a lot of work." She frowned, as Rabbitʻs thumbs tapped his touch screen at an inhuman speed. "Oh no, Iʻm done trolling. Iʻm just texting my Mom, to let her know Iʻm ok." That was kind of a lie. But it wasnʻt a big deal. The girl was a stranger, and heʻd never seen her around campus, so he paid little mind to her. Who he was really waiting for, time would tell.</span>