<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=161073.msg10215132#msg10215132">Quote from: PrestaDGTation on 05-07-2014, 18:54:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Drama.  And not the elective kind.  See you at class tomorrow?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Marshall nodded enthustically.  "Yeah.  Yeah!  I'll see you there.  I'm, uh, I'm looking forward to it.  Stay out of trouble, Weed Girl.  Or, you know, don't."  He smiled broadly as he waved goodbye... then seemed to remember himself, and hurried off.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: PrestaDGTation</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey there, Red Alert.  How's <em>your</em> day been?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Olivia sighed.  "Equal parts amazing and terrible."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: PrestaDGTation</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I have got an ass-load of notes to trade with you." she said easily, casting a look back at Marshall, just to see what he was doing.  Esther chuckled.  "That's Marshall.  He's shy, but he's a math genius.  Kind of strange to walk laps with him and then come up here to talk to the Princess."  A sidelong glance, less kind.  "He's off limits, by the way.  Just in case you saw an easy mark."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The redhead frowned.  "Easy mark?  Just what does that mean?"  There was definitely suspicion in her voice, something that hadn't been there the last time she'd seen Esther.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: PrestaDGTation</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You and Golden Boy?  Congrats.  I hear that sort of pairing is..  the healthy way to do it." <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Now suspicion turned to confusion.  "The healthy way to do what?  What's gotten into you, Esther?  You have a rep, but it isn't for talking in riddles last I checked."  Suddenly her attention seemed to inexplicably shift - she was still looking in Esther's direction, but no longer looking AT her... almost more THROUGH her.  She sighed again, her tense expression relaxing, and she nodded to herself.  "You're right, I know.  Esther isn't my enemy.  I'm just... high strung, after this morning."<br/><br/>Her focus returned to Esther.  As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she said, "Look... I'm sorry.  I don't mean to be all passive/agressive or whatever.  I'm just a little high strung at the moment.  What was it you needed to talk about?"<br/><br/>((OOC: Bonus roll: With a successful roll for noticing details:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Olivia has situated heself in the shadow of the wall of the bleachers.  When she started talking to herself, her hand drifted out into the sunlight.</div></div>))