<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Lunch</strong></span></div><br/>Scene Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3ue1JPFXEU)<br/><br/>Things seemed to return to normalcy long enough for people to chow down at the cafeteria. Due to her divine blood Chica did not need a balanced diet (or diet of any kind really) to stay in top shape. But that didn't mean she couldn't partake for the taste alone, or socialize with her peers. Violet was eating at a table, with an open seat, although Marco reflexively buried his face. Not that it would've done much good, he was in the same spot he and Violet were almost every day.<br/><br/>"Hey Chica, I kept this seat warm just for you!"<br/><br/>And it wasn't just a normal luncheon either. Due to the holiday's mystic connections, she could see previous generations of students (having long since grown up) gathering in the area, reminiscing on days long gone by, marveling at all the "hand TVs" or lamenting on how they painted over the old mural.<br/><br/>Alas, another annoyance crept up on her otherwise ideal day. It was a text message from her cell phone, her agent to be specific.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/YfGIQeE.png)<br/><br/><em>A Spooky Scary Birthday Bash at the Liberty Dome! One Night Only: Cerberus, the triple terror of the Underworld squares off against La Mariposa, the Butterfly of Brawn!<br/><br/>A no-holds barred superhero showdown!<br/><br/>TICKETS ARE FREE!</em></div><br/>What the hell is this? We can't afford to give out free tickets! Voice me back ASAP; this thing's already gone viral.<br/><br/>As though on note, Violet's eyes widened as her smartphone gave off a<em>ding.</em>Followed by an air raid siren, a lion roar, a Gary Coleman quote, and just about anything that could be made into a customized ringtone as everyone in the cafeteria received the exact same message.<br/><br/>"Chica, why didn't you tell me about this? You know I can keep your surprises secret! I'll have to change my plans for tonight!"<br/><br/>Like it or not, everyone was talking about the upcoming fight between La Mariposa and what appeared to be one of Hades' top dogs...literally.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Detention</strong></span></div><br/>Chica was finally able to get some peace and quiet, but the trade-off was spending time with someone who wasn't as big of a fan.<br/><br/>"Don't think that you can go off early to 'prepare' for that match," Mrs. Latham said as she dropped a stack of homework in front of her. "A small sacrifice to pay for your earlier...disorder."<br/><br/>Unexpectedly she was alone in the classroom. In spite of the trick-heavy holiday, it was still bright out for another hour, and any troublemaking students saved their best tricks for dark. Something Chica knew quite well from prior years' pranks. The ghosts and skeletons hanging on the wall did not do much to alleviate the dull silence...<br/><br/>...save for one thing.<br/><br/>"OH!"<br/><br/>A passing spirit, likely one with a greater resonance to the material world (mystics called them 'poltergeists'), summoned an updraft from a nearby floor air vent to generate a burst of cold air as Mrs. Latham passed, causing her short skirt to blow up and reveal her blue-and-white-striped panties.<br/><br/>"MISS CHALMECACIHUILT!"<br/><br/>She spun around with an accusatory finger extended, ready to catch Chica in the act of some superpowered summoning...only to be at a loss for words.<br/><br/>"Oh, you're all the way over...there."<br/><br/>She blushed a bit. "R-right, I forgot, your powers are not tele-tele-anyway, it's not like I wore this skirt on purpose, it was my last one before laundry day!"