Chica bit her lip... like actually had to bite it; she could taste the iron in her own blood. This had to be a sick joke, getting detention on her birthday, FOR her birthday! With the teacher that if she was riding her ass any harder Chica would be pretty sure she'd ACTUALLY be fucking her in the ass. She watched her ass swish and sway away in her own anger, able to do little more than clutch her fist in what might literally be hard enough to turn coal into diamonds. After all, if she were to lash out, pretty sure chunks of the school would not be standing...<br/><br/>The pat on her shoulder drew her back to the moment, shifting the backpack she was carrying with a shrug after clicking her tongue.<br/><br/>"Tsk, just let it go; I'll deal with that fuckboy eventually," she grumbled, the morning's cheery mood already out of her. "Come on, let's just get to class...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">CHEMISTRY CLASS</div><br/>Chica - like every class she was in - had her own personally assigned seat. Personally assigned, as in she had to have them custom built so that she didn't accidentally break them. In this case, some sci-fi metal lab table, which she was pretty sure was made out of the matter of a dying star or something stupid like that. Whatever it was, short of deliberately TRYING to break it, she wasn't worried about doing so. It was also quite expensive, but one of those 'necessary expenses' types of things that she definitely could afford.<br/><br/>Chemistry was not a popular class for her; she was more a 'PE' type of girl, considering that was literally her job at the moment, and her source of income. Machines even less so, as the quirky teacher - yeah, he was kinda cringy, especially in her somewhat fowl mood - began to go on about. Most of what she knew about nanomachines was from anime, and mostly either 'ultimate source of super-powers' or 'grey goo that destroys all' ways of portraying them. Far as she knew from her time with the League and the few people with knowledge and usage of advanced scientific devices, it wasn't quite that way unless you REALLY built it for that.<br/><br/>Funny enough, these were probably the only machines she COULDN'T easily break... lucky her.<br/><br/>"Really Marco?" She sighed, gingerly holding her own bottle of nanites or nanomachines, working REALLY hard not to break the plastic bottle. "Boys and their toys, right Violet?"<br/><br/>Still, eventually she'd have to participate - no excuse for her accidentally breaking the functionally unbreakable - so after getting Violet to open it up, she read through the instructions and held the whistle gently in her lips (one of the few parts of her body she was not concerned about breaking things with... and her previous 'partners' could attest to a few other parts...). Simple results, some moving around, shape-changing... meanwhile the classroom was devolving quickly into chaos. Wow, who would have thought that? Give a bunch of teenagers whistles to control a bunch of cutting-edge nanomachinery...<br/><br/><br/>"Marco: no, we are not," Chica rolled her eyes as she let the whistle fall from her lips to the table, standing up. "I've already got detention, and would prefer to not piss señora Bitties off further; every time there's damage to the school it's somehow always MY fault..."<br/><br/>Nevermind that there was ample precedence for it, but she didn't break EVERYTHING around here...<br/><br/>"Now behave yourself while I go help the cutie out with her hair," Chica said with a smirk, clearly referring to Sheila as she picked up her previously dropped whistle. "Seriously, what cabrón  messes with a girl's hair like that?"