<div align="center"><br/>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2c9014fdcd34d0e01d39a631e190c07/tumblr_mg755g83yZ1qgihd9o1_500.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Lily Blythe</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The A Girl</span></div><br/>Lily Blythe arrived on campus on a bus. The greyhound coach pulled up to a station a few blocks away, in the center of town, and so Lily walked the rest of the way, dragging an old suitcase behind her. She looked, of course, flawless, wearing a white summer dress and brown sandals that strapped delicately across her feet. The sun was setting, painting the sky above the university a gorgeous red and purple. Lily would have liked to arrive sooner, but she didn't have a car or the money to choose her schedule, so she knew she'd arrive later than most. It wasn't a big deal, it was her second year at the school, after all, and she'd already had most of her belongings (meager though they were) shipped directly to her room.<br/><br/>She found her dorm and busied herself with unpacking, gnawing on a granola bar (she'd missed dinner, regrettably). Her roommate was out somewhere, but Lily figured she'd get to know them when they got back. Most of her thoughts were focused on the next day's Clean the Cape event. Lily had gotten herself put in charge of a pretty major project: repainting the welcome sign above the pier. It was a massive sign that would require a lot of co-ordination and artistic talent to cover, and she knew that she had the meticulous touch necessary to restore it to every bit of its former glory. Sure, it wasn't as important as actually cleaning the beach itself, but that was more Allison's department, anyway.<br/><br/>The real excitement would come days later at the ball, of course, but Lily knew that only hard work would make the event worth-while, and so she was sure to get to bed early, after preparing everything for the following day. She rose with the sun, and dressed herself in work clothes (shorts and a teal blouse, with a wide-brimmed hat to protect her from the sun). Of course she was one of the first people there, so she got her supplies from the groundskeeper's storage shack and went to talk to the volunteer coordinator to see who would be helping her.<br/><br/><strong>"Mrs. Fitzgerald's phoned to say she can't make it, so you'll need to recruit someone else to help, I'm afraid."</strong>The volunteer coordinator was a busy-looking middle aged woman in a bright green t-shirt carrying a clipboard and a hand radio.<strong>"Just ask around, I'm sure you can find someone who'd rather climb a ladder with a paintbrush than pick up garbage all day."</strong>Lily nodded, suppressing her irritation. Why couldn't Mrs. Fitzgerald have informed her sooner? She was an old woman, but usually reliable.<br/><br/>There was nothing to be done, of course, she'd have to find someone else. Thankfully, most of her crew was there, but Vincent and Charles (the two teenaged boys who'd agreed to help) weren't much good except to hold ladders, they had no hand for artistry or patience for restoration work, so Lily set out to pick a likely candidate from the throngs of volunteers already gathering around the beach.<br/><br/>She saw someone who looked (at least to Lily) like an artist, and tapped them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, would you mind maybe giving me a hand with something?" Asking someone flat-out like this wasn't ideal, but Lily was determined not to let this day go to waste.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> The pier || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Volunteer coordinator, open || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Industrious || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> Khaki shorts, wide-brimmed hat, and a teal blouse.<br/></span></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Morgan Cohen</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br/>So nobody came. Morgan eventually shrugged, and, wiping away a bit of moisture from her eyes, retreated to her room. People at this school wouldn't really understand her anyway, not the way she really was, not like her people. Her people, of course, were waiting for her. She slipped into her comfortable desk chair, and booted up her streaming rig. It was a series of hardware that allowed her to take video output from a game console and show it to her friends (and fans) online, a complicated array that involved special recording hardware, the video game console itself, and a computer dedicated simply to putting out the video result. She usually broadcasted daily, or at least twice a week.<br/><br/>"Not much terribly exciting today, folks, just doing some routing work." Routing referred to plotting a path through the game, testing different possibilities and determining the optimal choices in order to maximize speed. She wouldn't be attempting to set any records or even best her own personal top times, but instead working on the data she'd plotted earlier, determining which paths were viable and which needed inhuman precision to perform.<br/><br/>She got to bed at around 3am, and almost forgot that she was required (as were all the students in her department) to attend the clean the cape event the next day. All the computer scientists hated it, of course, but their professors said it was important to get them outside at least once a year, and so attendance was mandatory.<br/><br/>Morgan wore a t-shirt and shorts, work clothes, nothing fancy (the t-shirt did have Sonic on it, not that she expected anyone to notice). Grumpily, she collected a spike to spear trash on, and a bag to collect it in, and set off up the beach, hoping at least to be left alone, or not to run into Allison. She didn't think she had it in her to be civil to her old friend, at least not in the morning.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> the beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> open || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> tired || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> t-shirt and shorts<br/></span></div>