W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment
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				Title: <strong>W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-04-2021, 17:12:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Witchbanner.png)</div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/Townfountain.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Movie_Theater.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Il_570xN.1748671825_irgc.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/CVAjsNIWwAIbQhF.jpg) </div><br><div align="center">Just off campus is the shopping district with many boutiques, vintage clothing stores, bodegas, and café’s.&nbsp; There is a one screen movie theater whos interior is over a century old and complete with balcony seating.&nbsp; It often runs old movies. On Friday nights food trucks are allowed into the fountain plaza.&nbsp; It is very popular with college students. Music and small concerts and plays happen in the fountain plaza from time to time. </div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shops</div><div class="spoiler_body">Avenue Movie Theater (Movies)<br>Eldritch Brews (Coffee and Tea)<br>Bell Café (Food and Drink)<br>Winchester Institute Official School Store (School clothes and supplies)<br>Gallery of Art (Small Art Gallery)<br>Cunningham Pet Supplies (Small Pet Shop)<br>Manelli’s Music (Record Store)<br>Tillinghast’s Curio’s and Antiques (Shop of the old, weird and curious)<br>Bodega De Leon (Groceries and Holistic Pharmacy)<br>Hattie’s Boutique (Clothes)<br>Coven Covers (Vintage Clothing)<br>The Haberdashery (Fine Clothing and yes, hats.)<br>Miss Penny’s Beauty Parlor (Salon and Beauty Supplies)<br>Tomes and Treasure’s Used Books (Book Store)<br>F&amp;M Trains and Toys (Toys and Tabletop Games)<br>Belt Nail Hardware (Tools and Crafts)<br>The Caravan (Activewear and outdoor supplies)<br>Lethal Lace (Alternative Clothing and Lingerie)<br></div></div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Header</strong></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=2]&lt;Image&gt;[/Img][/floatleft][b]Name: [/b]<br>[b]Student ID: [/b]<br>[b]Area of Study:[/b]<br>[b]Date and Time:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b]<br>[b]Notes:[/b] &lt;Please include any content warnings here or other scene notes here.&nbsp; Delete line if there are none.&gt;<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-04-2021, 01:07:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Cassie Blair<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday September 6, 2020 | <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shopping District<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Normal girl doing some shopping, nothing to see here...<br><hr>The day had been bright and beautiful, a pleasant change from the dark and dreary rainy days that had plagued the campus since school had started.&nbsp; Cassie had woken as soon as the sun had peeked through her window.&nbsp; After some light stretching, she made her way to the kitchen and made herself a pair of scrambled eggs with toast and a glass of OJ.&nbsp; She wasn't overly interested in sticking around the House, so she returned to her room, showered, changed into something cute and pink, and then left, ensuring her door was closed.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered the campus for a little while.&nbsp; Explored places she hadn't laid eyes on, and even climbed a tree, just cuz.&nbsp; Eventually, her feet brought her to the nearby shopping center.&nbsp; She wasn't looking for anything in particular, but that had never stopped her from spending money or looking at shiny things before.<br><br>It was the Gallery of Art which had first caught her attention.&nbsp; A quick stroll through the rooms filled with paintings and sculptures, however, was all it took for Cassie to get her fill.&nbsp; She was exiting the gallery when she saw a familiar face, and made her way over to the studious sister.<br><br><strong>"Hey!"</strong> she said brightly.&nbsp; <strong>"What'cha doin?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>16-04-2021, 13:41:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/91/ff/5091ff5735f12ddcf4df5e7ac6f02b14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Helena Cross (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785068#msg15785068) <br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH715-2080 <br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday September 6th, 2020, Close-to-Noon.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shopping District, Outskirts <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Chatting, which will lead into shopping.<br><hr>Helena was, surprisingly enough, an early riser. Despite her frequent late nights: reading too much or plotting her routine for the next day, or just relaxing and unwinding, Helena was always up pretty early. It was a strange blessing, but she'd never really struggled with sleep. All of the magic in the world was nothing compared to the ungodly blessing of being able to so readily function on four-or-five hours of sleep.<br><br>She'd gotten up, made herself a pretty simple breakfast out of a bowl of cereal, and opened the door of the Sorority to immediately discover that the weather had turned against her. Instead of doing anything elaborate, she had gotten changed with a bit of magic. Ever since her slight disaster in the Hexology class, she'd brought a charm which had a set of clothing stored inside of it. It was a simple little piece of hexing, and for all intents and purposes it looked like a piece of folded paper she stored in her handbag. Pulling it out and putting it against her chest meant she had a near instant wardrobe change, her other attire being transported back to her room. What was a darker dress with a half-coat lined with faux fur was suddenly a much more sunny-weather appropriate attire; stockings,&nbsp; hot-pants, and a white shirt. It showed off her midriff a little, but of Helena's many malfunctions, body shame was not one of them. She was a little busty, and a slight roll of flesh formed where her stockings bit into her thigh or her waist, but she rocked it. Hell, she even liked it. Nothing appealed to her less than having to spend hours 'sculpting' herself. Time wasted, in her opinion.<br><br>She did keep the parasol from her previous attire though. Sun was okay, but nothing was worse than when it got too hot and you didn't have some shade on hand. Worse still, when you dressed for the heat and the rain came out of nowhere.<br><br>Her morning was spent in the shopping district. She visited a couple of the more niche stores: the Bodega for some food, the W.I.T.C.H's more official outlet for a new potion notation she'd ordered which the library hadn't stocked, and the Coffee shop. She didn't mind the one on campus, but the Eldritch Brews had a more Mom'n'Pop feel to it. Something about it was delightfully welcoming.<br><br>It was probably close to ten-or-eleven in the morning when she eventually settled under a tree. She had her clutch bag, and the purple umbrella was leaning against the shaded spot, and she'd pulled a picnic basket out from her all-too-small-for-it handbag to sit on. With no worry about getting a wet bottom, she set herself up to read her new treatise. In truth, she was basically flat-mediocre at potion making. Something about having to follow a recipe rubbed her the wrong way. It turned her off, mentally, and made her mentally check out. In a pinch, she could do it. She probably <em>should</em> have been somewhere between great and excellent at it, but it was the class she felt she'd struggle the most with later on – Apart from maybe Hexology, if last week's unfortunate instance was anything to go by.<br><br>About a third of the way through the Potion-crafting manual - which was a lot less academic, and more about trying to 'get into the vibe' of Cauldron-work – she heard a voice. She glanced up at the voice, which she recognised, and blinked a couple of times. It was Cassie; the Pink-haired girl from a couple of days ago. The woman had been charming enough, even if when they met last they'd been a little...out of sorts. “<strong>Hey.</strong>” Helena said, slightly dry compared to the ray of pretty sunshine. “<strong>Just uh...Catching up on some reading.</strong>” She lifted the book off for Cassie to see. The title? '<em>Catching Cauldron Vibes: How to enjoy making Potions your way.</em>'<br><br>“<strong>I'll be honest it's...kinda garbo.</strong>” She shrugged, her face peeking over the book offering a tiny smile to the woman. She shifted her position a little, her legs folding in beneath her and offering half of the little blanket in the shade to Cassie. “<strong>You...doin' okay?</strong>” Helena was a little unsure what to say, caught flat-footed by Cassie's sudden appearance. Was she being friendly, nosy, or was she after something? Honestly, the British Witch wouldn't mind either way, but it was always a little tricky when you didn't know someone's angle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>27-04-2021, 01:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Qcw85qy.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Cassie Blair<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-2451<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Cauldronary Arts<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday September 6, 2020 | <br><strong>Location:</strong> Shopping District<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Helena<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Chatting, and talking, and chatting...<br><hr>When Helena lifted the book she was reading to show Cassie the cover, the pink-haired coed grinned from ear to ear.&nbsp; <strong>"That's one of my favorites!"</strong> she said enthusiastically.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd read <em>Catching Cauldron Vibes: How to enjoy making Potions your way</em> probably half a dozen times.&nbsp; The book, while not academic, was a treatise to the fact that magic, even potion making, wasn't always an exact science.&nbsp; There were many different ways to combine ingredients, charms, hexes, or what have you to reach the same end result.&nbsp; The ideas contained within the book were likely responsible for most of the mistakes Cassie made.&nbsp; She didn't need much encouragement to experiment and try to find a new way to concoct, summon, or charm something.<br><br>Helena's assessment that the book was "garbo" seemed to pass by the bubbly Cauldronary student without notice. Her focus too much upon her own excitement and the many great memories of reading the book.<br><br>When the History Witch scooted on her blanket and made room, Cassie plopped down with a smile, sat cross-legged and leaned back on her hands. <strong>"Thanks!"</strong><br><br>She took a deep breath before her seemingly ever-present smile beamed once more. <strong>"I thought it was never going to stop raining. It's so nice and sunny.&nbsp; I was over at the art gallery studio place.&nbsp; Thought I'd find something scandalous, but it was just normal enchanted paintings. I had a wonderful conversation with Joan of Arc.&nbsp; I think it was wonderful.&nbsp; I don't really know French, but it sounded lovely."</strong> She stopped jabbering for a second and looked at Helena with her book.&nbsp; <strong>"But I'm probably rambling and you want to read."</strong> She paused for a second.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you wanna get some lunch with me?"</strong>&nbsp; Another pause.<strong>"You don't have to if you don't want to."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-05-2021, 00:15:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/91/ff/5091ff5735f12ddcf4df5e7ac6f02b14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Helena Cross (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785068#msg15785068) <br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH715-2080 <br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> History Witch<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday September 6th, 2020, Close-to-Noon.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shopping District, Outskirts <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Chatting, which will lead into shopping.<br><hr>Helena felt a little awkward about Cassie's declaration that this was one of her favoured tomes on the Alchemical, but thankfully the pink-haired lass seemed to blow off the pale witch's dismissal. It probably had its uses, but it wasn't what the studious witch had wanted. Perhaps the problem was her hope that there was some recipe for enjoying Potion-Crafting that simply did not exist. The book certainly posited that idea; That Potion-Crafting was a love in and of itself. It was that same paradoxical love or hate relationship one could have with cooking. Some people did it because it was sustenance, and some people made a glorious song and dance about it all.<br><br>Helena, as it happened, was more on the former train than the latter.<br><br>Cassie plopped down on the picnic basked, and mentioned the weather with that delightfully chipper smile of hers. Helena appreciated Cassie's optimism, even if it didn't show. Their was something to be said about someone so frequently able to stay positive. “<strong>I've been there once as well. It was pretty fascinating. I was meaning to work on a brief translation hex for the next time I visit...</strong>” Her History Witch side was briefly showing, and she stopped herself. Instead, she seemed to take in Cassie's brief pausing discomfort, worried she might have aggravated the British woman apparently. Helena smiled at the offer of lunch, clasping the book in her lap shut.<br><br>“<strong>Lunch sounds good, actually. Got anything in mind? I could murder for some sushi, or maybe get some coffee instead?</strong>” She wasn't in a rush to stand up from the picnic blanket, instead deciding to let the energetic Cassie take the lead. She was worried the Pretty-Pink person might be overthinking things, and letting her know she could lead the dance seemed the best way to get her back in her element. "<strong>I'm easy, really.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>14-06-2021, 22:41:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333024.msg15866336#msg15866336)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Adventures, a family entertainment center<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori: CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Outfit"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/tf9sc6i.jpg)</div></div> Her ball has been tampered with and has oddly ricocheted several times, resulting in her needing to leave Dori to go chase after it. <br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> <div align="center">Indoor Adventures is a family entertainment center that features two race tracks, three mini-golf courses, laser tag, an arcade, ropes course, a pool with slides, and a snack bar.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Indoor Mini Golf - Ocean Themed 9-hole Course"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/D5mOPzw.jpg)<br><br>Do you think that you can sink your shot on our glow-in-the-dark miniature golf courses? You will have to putt your way over, through, and around fun obstacles on your way to the hole. To make your putting experience even more fun, all of the art has been painted with 3-D effects. This will make it feel like the art is popping off the walls. We give each player a free pair of 3-D glasses so that you can fully immerse yourself in the beauty of the courses. Its your turn to pick out your brightly colored golf ball, grab a putter, and get out on the course. </div></div>&nbsp; x&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Indoor Go Cart Racing - Jungle Themed Track"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/p8gTs9r.png)<br><br>¼ mile long, 19 turns, and includes two long straightaways. The Super Speedway is the ultimate in indoor go karting. Race up to 9 drivers at once as you navigate a road course that has been driven by F1, Indy, NASCAR drivers and many more! Drive into an ancient land of the Temple Guardians. Travel the black lit ruins in the deep jungle surrounded by wild life, and the sounds of mocking moneys to discover the temples treasures. </div></div> </div><br>"Scourge of a scallywag!" The nonsensical insult had been inspired by one of the many mechanical pirates around the 8th hole; the underwater scene had changed to&nbsp; to feature a small island with garden-gnome sized pirates waving their sword arm up with an electric <em>whirrrr</em> and down with a jerky <em>kinkinkink</em>. In the middle, two of the ol' seadogs had a wooden chest between them. It's neon treasures look like they may have once sparkled with the aide of a light, but the bulb had gone out long ago. <br><br>Tessa's swing had been light, but the ball had done something unexpected; with all of the little pirate feet in the center of the course acting as an obstacle, the witch had thought the clever move would be to bounce the ball off the track barrier. She had hoped the 45 degree hit would bounce and take a diagonal path around the looters and go downhill towards the hole, but she had evidently hit her red ball too hard and it had hopped over the lip that was supposed to help keep the neon golf balls where they were supposed to and <em>flew off into the distance</em>. This was probably the worst mini-golf game Tess had ever been in; her ball seemed intent on flying as far away as possible.&nbsp; <br><br>"One sec," she said, clamoring after it. The night had started out with your typical Tess. She had certainly dressed up for the occasion, wearing a sparkly tank top and rocket red lipstick, but she had treated Dori like a classmate rather than a romantic interest. Then again, there wasn't much romantic about using a ride share to get to a date location. Tess had spent the time gossiping with Dori about teachers, classmates, school events, and the driver; all interesting, but all topics for people placed firmly in a friend zone. It wasn't until they started mini-golf that Tessa began to drop her vapid, internet-addicted socialite act (but there had still been a ton of pictures taken!) and open up to Dori. The conversation turned from other people to more personal topics so they could better get to know each other.<br><br>Tessa was the youngest of nine (<em>nine!</em>), and each of her older siblings was far more accomplished than she. She had made a joke that all of the good genes had been used up by the time her parents did the deed to squeeze her out. Tessa had been an anomaly; unlike her siblings, she didn't care about receiving good marks in school. She wasn't interested in joining clubs or sports teams. She had no ambition or self motivation. There was no particular talent that made her unique. In comparison to her older brothers and sisters, Tessa was boringly average in all regards except one: she was very good at getting into trouble. Tess had confessed that her parents had eventually gone from embarrassed deflections when their youngest was brought up to not speaking of her at all. Well, Tessa might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but she sure as shit knew how to be the talk of the town! Her crazy misdeeds had included hexing random flowers in the school garden to release a skunk-like scent to bewitching staff photographs in the school hall to make it appear as if they were naked and outrageously buff. Her parents might not bring her up, but others sure would. <br><br>Conversation with Dori had been easy. The blue-haired beauty had surprised Tessa; she was far less shy than Tessa had originally thought and talking with and learning about her had been both fun and interesting. The night was just going well! Well, most of it was. Throughout the night, Tessa's jokes over her poor swings had become aggravated; she really <em>was</em> trying to sink the ball into the hole, but it seemed to have a life of its own.<br><br>"I swear I'm not trying to run away from you!" she joked, but by now she was running out of them. <br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 23:21:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Adventures, a family entertainment center<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Tessa, CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/63/df/9863dffbf36b9e9085422f0c57fe94d5.jpg)</div></div>&nbsp; Getting to know you. Getting annoyed at you and your hexed balls.&nbsp; Taking the shot.<br><hr>Dori wasn't going to admit it, but she had spent hours getting ready.&nbsp; Her closet had been emptied, and she had tried countless outfits on.&nbsp; Should she dress up?&nbsp; Should she dress down?&nbsp; Should she just text Tessa and tell her she had come down with laryngitis?&nbsp; Did Tessa really want to go on a date with her? Was this some sort of prank the wield girl thing?&nbsp; At one point, she got so twisted that she lay on her bed amid cast-off fashion and cried. <br><br>Tessa was precisely the kind of girl that would leave her hanging and take pictures of her all done up and Instagram her tear-streaked face.&nbsp; At least that was the story that Dori had told herself somewhere between being euphorically elated to be asked out and wanting to vomit from the nerves.<br><br>It wasn't like she was in love with the sultry redhead. She didn’t know her well enough for that.&nbsp; When they first met, Dori had been sure she wasn't even going to like Tessa. No, it was that her nerves were frayed from years of dating disappointment and cruel tricks.&nbsp; Despite her initial impulse, Dori found that she liked Tessa. She knew deep down she wanted to "stub toes" with her, which brought up every insecurity she ever felt.&nbsp; <br><br>After all of the manic swings, stress tears, and convoluted plotting, Dori stood in front of her full-length mirror in a knee-length peach dress with a peek-a-boo waist and a plunging neckline. A pencil skirt hugged her hips and butt (what she thought were her best assets).&nbsp; She looked this way and that, checking out how her ass looked and fiddling with the neckline for like the hundredth time.<br><br>"Fuck it." She told her mirror self. "If it's a joke.&nbsp; Make her fucking regret missing her chance at you. Because you are hot as fuck." She wasn't sure how much she believed it, but dammit, she did look cute, and you could do a hell of a lot worse than Dori Blayne.<br><br>Dori was already at the door waiting when Tessa came downstairs.&nbsp; She had planned the opposite, but Tessa still managed to be fashionably later than Dori.&nbsp; It wasn't a surprise that she looked amazing. She usually did. But this time, she looked amazing for Dori and that was something. Dori gave her a warm, if nervous, smile when she greeted her.<br><br>"You look really beautiful,"<br><br>***<br><br>To say the date had started well for Dori would be a lie.&nbsp; She was nervous, and their conversation in the back of the car appeared to be landing Dori firmly in the friend zone.&nbsp; It was a pleasant enough conversation. Just not a flirty or sparky one and those old insecurities wormed their way back into her mind by the time they arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>At that point, Dori had reconciled her expectations and decided that while it might not be an actual date, date it didn't mean she couldn't have a good time.&nbsp; Pictures were just something that came with spending time with Tessa, and they had taken plenty in the car.&nbsp; There were peace signs and fishy lips, and silly faces.&nbsp; It was fun.&nbsp; Friendly fun, but still fun.<br><br>Tessa surprised her once they arrived at mini golf.&nbsp; The phrase "Tessa surprised her" could probably sum up Dori's every interaction with Tessa, but this surprise was a much more pleasant one. She liked hearing about Tessa's family and what it was like growing up.&nbsp; Honestly, it made Dori's heart open up a little more for the pretty red-haired whirlwind and it began to feel more like an actual date.&nbsp; <br><br>To Dori, Tessa was larger than life and way more intelligent than she let on.&nbsp; She found it hard to believe that her parents thought so little of her.&nbsp; Sure. Tessa was a lot.&nbsp; Like A LOT, A LOT, but for all her stunts, she could make you feel invincible too.&nbsp; And Dori told her as much. She told Tessa that she wasn't sure she would be on the date if Tessa wasn't exactly who she was and that she really was happy that Tessa has asked her out. She did leave out the whole "stubbing of the toe" part, but for Dori, that part was very much still on the table.&nbsp; Maybe even more so now that they were opening up to one another.<br><br>Dori shared what life was like in Innsmouth and, by extension, the Esoteric Order of Dagon.&nbsp; Her family was poor in a town that teetered on the wrong edge of the poverty cliff.&nbsp; The Order pretty much ran everything, and since Dori's family hadn't produced a true hybrid Deep One in their line for generations, they were thought of as freeloaders and lesser beings.&nbsp; She admitted she had been worried that the whole date was just a setup that would end with her being the butt end of some big joke because it had happened to her in High School.&nbsp; One of the more popular girls in school, Alvena Marsh, had asked her to the Autumnal Dance. <br><br>Alvena had made her life miserable for most of middle school but told her it was because she liked her and didn't know what to do about it. Dori believed her.&nbsp; It was really just a joke to out her sexuality to the school and "put her in her place." Her stories weren't all doom and gloom, though.&nbsp; She talked about the swim team.&nbsp; The one place in high school she felt she belonged and the fun times she had with her teammates.&nbsp; Dori talked about the pranks they would play on other teams.&nbsp; Nothing serious or overly mean, just silly fun.&nbsp; She spoke of her little brother and how much she adored him and how she worried about him since she wasn't at home anymore.&nbsp; It felt good to share all of this with a pretty girl, on a date.&nbsp; Normal was weird for Dori, and this felt delightfully normal and altogether alien at the same time.<br><br>Dori giggled when Tessa described hexing the flowers and faculty pictures and slipped an arm into Tessa's when they walked between holes. Well when Tessa wasn't running away to retrieve her errant balls.&nbsp; Now Dori was bad at mini-golf on a good day, and being on a date rendered any attempt at changing that moot, but damn if Tessa wasn't trying to let her win or something.&nbsp; <br><br>It got to the point that every time Dori made a move to hold Tessa's hand, move an errant lock of Tessa's hair, or she thought Tessa might pull the old "let me help you with your form" move, something would cause Tessa to drop the ball.&nbsp; Or kick it or have to run off after a scorecard that fluttered away.&nbsp; <br><br>As cute as fuck as Tessa's piratey cursing was, and it was. The constant excuses to run away or break conversation were starting to seem deliberate and Dori was getting a little miffed. As much as Tessa was proclaiming her innocence, it was wearing a little thin.<br><br><em>'Dammit, I am looking fucking hot,&nbsp; and I think I am being pretty fucking obvious that I’m into her.&nbsp; So, what the Cthulhu fhtagn fuck is going on?'</em> She thought, dropping her neon green ball on the dark astroturf and slapping at it harshly with her putter. <br><br>The ball split the lead pirate's legs and rolled under two separate blades just before they <em>kinkinkink'ed</em> her ball away.&nbsp; The ball moved slowly towards the edge of the downhill slope. It almost stopped before barely proceeding over the edge and down towards the hole.<br><br>"Woo!" Dori whooped, her frustration momentarily forgotten in the wake of the perfect put.&nbsp; She ran around the cluster of buccaneers as fast as someone in a pencil skirt could run, only pausing to grab Tessa's hand and pull her along to watch the ball from the top of the decline.&nbsp; The green ball picked up speed as it went.&nbsp; It bounced a little at the bottom of the ramp. Dori gave Tessa's hand a squeeze the closer the ball got to the hole.&nbsp; It rolled over one final bumper slowing it just enough so when it hit the pin flag, it dropped in for a hole in one!<br><br>"Eeeeeeee!" Dori squealed in delight and hopped up and down still, holding Tessa's hand.&nbsp; She turned to the pretty girl with her and, with a vast and happy grin, dropped her putter and gave her a giant hug.<br><br>"Did you see that?!?" She asked, her head turned towards the hole, still in disbelief. "I've never done that before." She said, turning her head up to look into her date's lovely green eyes. Dori's grin softened, and her smile took on a slight turn of mischief.&nbsp; <br><br>"So," Dori said, her eyebrow arched a little, and her arms stopped squeezing. She pulled back, but only a little.&nbsp; She could still feel the closeness of Tessa's body, and her hands came to rest on Tessa's hips instead of letting her go completely.<br><br>"Are you going to run away again?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 20:03:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333024.msg15866336#msg15866336)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Adventures, a family entertainment center<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori: CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Outfit"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/tf9sc6i.jpg)</div></div> <br><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>This was a kissable moment.<br><br>Tessa knew it as soon as Dori had squealed in excitement and dragged her to chase after her hole-in-one ball. In fact, the night had been filled with kissable moments that had just swung sideways as soon as the undeniable energy between them built up to its peak. What was that about? It was frustrating for the red-head; she could never seem to find her stride since she was always running off. The only reason she had chose mini-golf was because she was <em>good</em> at it! She was starting to think that the mischief was intentional, but she couldn't hold on to that track of thought with Dori being so <em>bold</em>.<br><br>It turned Tessa on.<br><br>She felt that familiar flutter in her stomach - the one that came with all of the firsts in a relationship. This wasn't friendly physical contact. This was intentional intimate closeness! As confident as Tessa appeared to be, she still had the same nervous reservations as everyone else, even if she was really good at swatting those butterflies away and just <em>going</em> for it. The fact that the tables had turned and Dori was taking the lead brought on an unexpected thrill, one Tessa did not want to see ruined by some errant ball. <br><br>Her own hands found Dori's hips, but they were less shy; her fingertips inched much farther back into round bottom territory. She smiled, and it was somewhat apologetic.<br><br>"Golf is kind of ruining my mood," she said honestly. The fact that she wasn't making light of the situation through jokes was a hint at how upset the constant interruptions were making her. "Here I am with this gorgeous girl, and I can't seem to stop making excuses to run the other way. What do you say we go do something else instead?" She said it as low as she could get away with in the noisy building, leaning in close to Dori to close the distance between them. This was it, the <em>moment</em>...!<br><br><strong>"If you two are finished?"</strong> The shout was from the group behind them who had no patience for their public displays of affection when there was golfing to be done. <br><br>Tessa halted her advance, instead moving to rest her forehead against Dori's own. She couldn't help but laugh - the tension of <em>almost</em> kissing, the disappointment of <em>almost</em> kissing - and pull Dori in even closer for a hug. Their bodies mashed comfortably together. Was this a sign from the universe?<br><br>"Fuck the universe," she said in a seeming non-sequitur. "Let's head to the track," she suggested. <em>Something</em> on this damn date was going to go off without a hitch - Tessa would make sure of it! <br><br>After Dori would reply, Tessa would snake her hand down into Dori's own, interlocking fingers and holding on tight. "What's a date without a little sexual tension?" she teased with a twinkle in her eye, addressing her own growing desire.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RpctgeD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> JJ Athlin; Tessa's rival<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Nonbinary, they/them. Open for Crash to use as an NPC as relevant. <br><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>As soon as the fiery redhead known as Tessa Thomson had entered the building, JJ's night had been ruined. What was <em>she</em> doing here? Who was that gorgeous woman on her arm? The green-eyed monster known as jealousy had reared its ugly head and JJ was not pleased. In a petty attempt to ruin Tessa's night, JJ had cast a small hex on her ball; nothing disastrous, just inconvenient. The ball would <em>want</em> to bounce towards JJ, forcing Tessa to walk towards them. The plan had been for Tessa to notice JJ and their group of friends, each better looking than the last, but the old flame only had eyes for her own date! It was infuriating! How was Tessa supposed to be jealous of JJ's arm-candy if Tessa refused to look their way?<br><br>In a huff of irritation, they decided for a more direct approach. It seemed as if the two were leaving the mini-golf course early and headed towards the go-carts. <br><br><strong>"Let's go race,"</strong> they snapped; the group didn't seem to mind - their conversation never even broke as they began to follow JJ towards the race line.<br><br>Obviously, the blue-haired girl was just some - some <em>rebound</em>. Sure, they and Tessa had not dated for almost 5 months now, but that didn't mean Tessa wasn't still falling over herself to get back together! That's how it always went! Date. Breakup. Rebound. Get back together! What was taking her so long to get back together?<br><br>Their heels clicked on the linoleum floor, each <em>crack</em> like a whip. It was time to up the dramatic energy and be noticed!<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333024.msg15866336#msg15866336)<br><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Despite all of that dramatic energy, Tessa wasn't noticing JJ. In fact, her back was towards him. She only had eyes for Dori and she was doing her best to make up for the fiasco that was golfing. She had returned her putt, but kept the ball as a momento - it was supposed to be 'returned' by finishing the course, but since they weren't doing that, she had just stuck it into her handbag.<br><br>"Did you want to be a hybrid?" she asked, calling back to earlier conversations. "I thought Deep Ones lived in the ocean doing... monstery things." It showed her ignorance, but also her willingness to understand. Would Dori one day be called to the seas? <br><br>She was oblivious to JJ behind her, staring daggers first at Tessa, then at Dori, then back at Tessa while waiting to be acknowledged.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>26-06-2021, 00:04:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Adventures, a family entertainment center -&gt; To Racetrack<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Tessa, CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/63/df/9863dffbf36b9e9085422f0c57fe94d5.jpg)</div></div>&nbsp; Off to the races!!!!!<br><hr>Tessa's hands rested against the small of Dori's back and those fingers on the plumpness of her butt, and she felt that excited tingle in the pit of her stomach.&nbsp; The one that made her feel warms in all the right places.&nbsp; Had anyone told her at the beginning of the school year that she would be gazing into Tessa Thompson's eyes and feeling butterflies, she would have snorted and laughed it off as ridiculous, but here she was, Dori's bubbly enthusiasm from the hole-in-one melting away in the sudden urge to kiss her.<br><br>"I can tell," Dori offered, her smile half amused until Tessa confessed what she thought of her, and Dori bit at the corner of her lip.&nbsp; She almost looked away with a blush but continued to look into Tessa's pretty green eyes and nodded slightly.&nbsp; She sensed Tess'a body shift against her, pulling them close.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted ever so slightly, ever so invitingly…<br><br><strong> "Are you two finished?"</strong>&nbsp; Dori didn't open her eyes.&nbsp; She just sighed as she felt Tessa's forehead rest against her own.&nbsp; She let her body be drawn in further, and she allowed the embrace to envelop her.&nbsp; She seriously thought about giving the bird to whoever it was that had interrupted their moment or hexing the ever-loving shit out of them. Both seemed equally sensible options.<br><br>"Enough for two dates," Dori replied, a little deflated and a lot horny. "Okay. To the track." She agreed and felt the scattered butterflies return when Tessa took her hand.&nbsp; Dori casually slipped her golf ball into her purse.&nbsp; It was a memento she wanted to keep of their first date and hopefully not their last.<br><br>"You know I don't even have my license, right?" she said as they walked towards the racetrack. Innsmouth was such a small town that she had never really needed it.&nbsp; She had driven her dad's truck to town a time or two, but mostly she just rode her bike wherever she needed to go.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/6a4c4fbf7a69df5e9980dd1ebd55016b.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Cecb154e17c32930de33dc61ff9b1b42.jpg)&nbsp; </div>Dori didn’t notice JJ or the rest of their crew following along. She had no inkling of the death stare they were giving her and Tessa.&nbsp; She didn't notice, but there was someone else that had. <br><br>Alvena Marsh stood on the dark turf of the 5th hole, her little black dress making her pale skin glow in the blacklight. She looked ever the evil sea queen in her broodiness surrounded by plastic neon fish and the faux reef that lined the hole.&nbsp; She watched the scene playing out before her, her hands clenched so tightly around the putter, her knuckles were white.&nbsp; <br><br>Behind her, a relatively short girl with a mop of bushy red curls had just finished up her put. She wore a cute brown suede skirt and a button-up hunter green blouse (https://fashionable-22.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/vintage-outfits-for-teens-of-vintage-outfits-for-teens-3.jpg) that had little fishes on them that she thought Alvena might have liked. If her statuesque date did like it, she hadn't said a thing.&nbsp; To be honest, she hadn't paid much attention to Millicent at all.&nbsp; Her date had been distracted.&nbsp; Very distracted&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"That insolent peasant. If anyone is going to make a mockery of Dorothy Blayne, it is going to be me!" Alvena said, seething to herself.<br><br>"What was that, Alvena?" Millicent said, walking up to stand beside her after picking up her ball. She looked in the direction Alvena was but couldn't tell what was so interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nothing.&nbsp; I tire of this game.&nbsp; Come with me," Alvena ordered, taking hold of Millicent's hand and dragging her date along with her. Not bothered by the interruptions she would cause traipsing across the other holes to catch up to the quickly retreating group.<br><br>"Alvi.&nbsp; Look if you don't want to be here with me. I can just…."<br><br>"Nonsense.&nbsp; You are attractive, in that mousey sort of way, and reasonably intelligent.&nbsp; I fully expect you will be pleasurable in bed."<br><br>"Um…thank you?" Millicent replied.&nbsp; This was not how she had envisioned the night going at all.<br><br>"You are welcome," Alvena replied, utterly unconcerned with the blunt assessment of her date as she leads her after the two groups of young adults heading towards the racetrack.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div>Dori hadn't been expecting the question, but it was charming to be around someone she could openly talk to about it.&nbsp; At home, the entire "no hybrid" thing was a stigma, and she couldn't exactly be all that honest with some rando mundane. <br><br>"So yeah. My whole town is filled with monster fuckers, and a bunch of us turn into talking fish when we get older.&nbsp; Wanna fuck?" Just didn't go over well with dates.&nbsp; <br><br>"No.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; I don't, so. I used to think I did.&nbsp; I mean, it would make things easier on my family if I was, but we haven't had one in generations.&nbsp; It is kind of inbred-y, and my great-great-grandparents were like…Nah son. We ain't into that.&nbsp; So, it just kind of got passed down through my folks that you don't fuck family.&nbsp; I think I am pretty good with that," Dori said with a grin and a slight bump of her hip against Tessa's.&nbsp; <br><br>"But you aren't wrong. The hybrids return to the ocean when they can either no longer live above water or can't pass for humans.&nbsp; I mean, I suppose I am not exactly human, but I don't qualify as a hybrid.&nbsp; Which is cool.&nbsp; I love the water, but I don't want to live the rest of my life in it doing monstery things. Well. Not too monstery anyway." She said with a sly and hopefully flirty look as they reached the track and stood in line. Dori turned to face Tessa but didn't let go of her hand.&nbsp; She liked the way it felt.&nbsp; Liked it enough, she gently took the other one and stood, mimicking their closeness before, but without all of the tension (without some of the tension).<br><br>"So, what does it feel like to be on a date with a monster?" she asked, teasing. "Or am I not your first?" she inquired. The line moved forward, and Dori walked backward, gently guiding Tessa along with her until it stopped again.&nbsp; Dori wasn't worried about who Tessa might or might not have dated. She might have been more so had she known Tessa's ex was as close by as they were, but really, everyone had a past. Even Dori.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>01-07-2021, 18:51:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333024.msg15866336#msg15866336)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Adventures, a family entertainment center<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori: CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Outfit"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/tf9sc6i.jpg)</div></div> <br><hr>The duo giggled away in line. License? Who needed that! Driving in heels? Why not! For the redhead, Dori was the only one in the world right now. JJ inched closer, willing Tessa to acknowledge their existence, but like usual, the witch was doing whatever the hell she wanted to.<br><br>Tessa was absolutely fascinated listening to Dori. She imagined a dark and gloomy town full of monster-fucking cultists indulging in massive orgies in church basements and abandoned libraries. Why those places? The witch was imagining: Dori wearing a nun's habit or Dori wearing a librarian's glasses? She concluded: why not both? Each was downright wonderful to picture. And the monsters? Scales, tentacles, gills - did it matter? There was room in Tessa's twisted mind to imagine beautiful and horrifying monsters alike, and both tickled her fancy. That was the nice thing about Tess - her mind was <em>open</em> and she was ready for adventure! <br><br>As Dori grabbed her free hand, the red-head smiled. Yes, she <em>very much</em> liked bold Dori! <strong>"So, what does it feel like to be on a date with a monster? Or am I not your first?"</strong> the blue-haired witch teased. Tessa allowed herself to be pulled further than Dori may have intended and invaded the woman's personal space. Tess didn't think she'd mind and the redhead rather liked the feeling of their chests touching.<br><br>"You are definitely my first," Tessa shot back with a smile. "You're going to pop my cherry, Dori." It was another hint at the things to come! <br><br>'<em>Wait, are dryads monsters? Or ghosts? And there was that one chick who claimed to be a werewolf and she <em>did</em> bite me...'</em> Tessa decided not to bring it up.<br><br><strong>"Ugh,"</strong> came a voice from behind. <strong>"No wonder it smells like fish in here."</strong> It was JJ, unkindly butting in to the conversation - enough time had been spent being ignored and it was time to do something about it. Did they not see that someone was clearly eavesdropping on them? Staring at them? Hello!<br><br>Dori would feel Tessa tense up; her hands would squeeze Dori's and she would give her date a look to see her expression before cocking her head back to address the rudeness. She never let go of Dori.<br><br>"Oh. JJ. Hm." The look of complete disinterest she gave (once up and then down before rolling her eyes) was calculated. An ex knew how to push all the right buttons. "You're looking... average." She turned her attention to the group, pulling Dori closer and letting go of her hands to wrap her date in a hug. This time, her hands went to rest on Dori's plump bottom. She knew that kissing Dori would be the best way to shut JJ up, but Tessa wasn't going to ruin that moment on an ex; it was going to be special. Despite Tessa's frosty cool exterior, her heart was pumping fast; the blue haired beauty wrapped in her arms might feel its heavy thud. <br><br>JJ was starting to blush - the very mild reply from Tessa certainly had <em>some</em> affect. Where was the fire? Where was the drama? Tessa wasn't rising to the very obvious bait. She was supposed to be vindictive and spiteful and make a scene. Instead, JJ was on the verge of being brushed off without so much as a slap to the face.<br><br>JJ really wanted that slap to the face.<br><br>Tessa turned to Dori and gave a mocking laugh. "<em>'Smells like fish?'</em> I mean, really? How uninspired. But that's JJ for you." Things were starting to add up for Tessa. How long had her ex been lurking in the shadows? Is <em>that</em> why the date was going so poorly? The line moved and Tessa pressed against Dori to gently nudge her backwards. She knew the quickest way to get under JJ's skin was to ignore their existence, but Tessa neither forgave nor forgot and there would be hell to pay before the night was over.<br><br>"Oh, we're up!" she said, excitement re-entering her voice. "Let's go pick our helmets!" Grabbing Dori's hand again, Tessa flit off behind the now-open gate. JJ and their crew would be in the heat too, but the brush-off had left JJ moping behind and wondering how to taunt Tessa into a passionate hate-fuck. When distance was put between the two groups, Tessa huffed out an angry apology. "I'm sorry for what JJ said. They're just being a vindictive asshole - the type that can't stand to see their ex move on to better things. But man, this date sure is going to shit. I'm just going to have to work extra hard to make it up to you, huh?" She smiled that bright and mischievous smile that to many, was just a <em>little</em> worrying. What was Tessa up to?<br><br>"But first, I gotta play with my ball a bit." She laughed at her own joke and knelt down to pull out the golf ball she had taken. "If I'm not mistaken..." she dropped it an inch off the ground and it gave the expected bounce... bounce... <em>BOUNCE!</em> Just when it was expected the ball would stop bouncing and start rolling to a stop, it popped wildly up and hit Tessa in the stomach; it wasn't hard and the witch was expecting it. "That son of a bitch cast a spell on my ball!" she seethed quietly. "Well if they want it so bad, they can <em>have</em> it." The bell rang, alerting racers to get into the kart and buckle up. "Whadaya say we make those assholes eat our dust?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>16-07-2021, 00:46:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong> WTCH101-1469<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Hexology 101<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Racetrack<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Tessa, JJ, CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/63/df/9863dffbf36b9e9085422f0c57fe94d5.jpg)</div></div>&nbsp; Off to the races!!!!!<br><hr>Leave it to Tessa to say something jarring that would make Dori's blue-ish cheeks a shade of purple. Despite the blush, after all, she was indeed hoping to pop Tessa's monster cherry. She mustered up a courage born of horny confidence and stubborn refusal to shrink away from the things and people she wanted and gave a tiny shrug.<br><br>"I mean, I wouldn't mind." She admitted.&nbsp; It did nothing to the blush, but she was pointedly ignoring her violet cheeks.&nbsp; Considering how the date started, Dori wouldn't have given in much of a shot, really, but things had taken a turn for the better, and she wanted Tessa to know that she was interested too.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dori opened her mouth to say more, but her words were cut off by the slender, androgynous youth behind them.<br><br>The insult wasn't the most imaginative nor the first time she had heard it.&nbsp; Innsmouthians like herself had heard it cast their way more than once, and every time the insulter had thought themselves so droll for their phrasing.&nbsp; That, of course, did not mean that it didn't hurt.&nbsp; Dori was finally feeling herself a little, and the groove had come to a screeching halt because some prejudiced bitch wanted to make her feel bad about herself.&nbsp; She was getting really fucking tired of feeling bad about herself.<br><br>Tessa's look gave her pause, but it was the squeeze of her hand that kept Dori from wilting, as was her usual M.O.&nbsp; Dori had been the victim of bullies like JJ her whole life.&nbsp; They made her cry, hurt her, made her rage, and even fight back from time to time.&nbsp; The problem with being a loner is when you fight back, it is never just against the bully. <br><br>They always have friends.&nbsp; The retaliation was usually swift and from all sides, and Dori had learned it was best to swallow the pain and walk away when you had no one to help you fight.&nbsp; That reassuring squeeze, that annoyed look at being interrupted again.&nbsp; <br><br>Dori wasn't alone anymore.<br><br>Dori had been on the other side of the casual dismissal that cut JJ's way, and if they hadn't been such a blatant asshole, she might have felt a little bad for them.&nbsp; Instead, she looked them dead in the eyes and just mouthed one word.<br><br>"Ouch."<br><br>"Mmm. Wouldn't know." Dori replied with a look that gave away little of what she was feeling in the moment.&nbsp; There was a power struggle going on on a level that she was entirely unfamiliar with, and the idea that Tessa's attention once more had been drawn away was irritating.&nbsp; This time Dori's irritation was not directed at her date, however.&nbsp; She could put two and two together, and it was clear JJ had been in some way the cause for Tessa's distraction.&nbsp; <br><br>This time it was Tessa that took her hand and pulled her away.&nbsp; The level gaze turned into a beaming smile. As the gorgeous redhead tugged her further from JJ, Dori flashed that beaming smile towards Tessa's ex and gave them a waggling wave goodbye.<br><br>Dori listened quietly as they stood on the asphalt racetrack, helmet in hand, as Tessa apologized again. She almost told her everything was okay but stopped just short when Tessa said she would have to work extra hard to make it up to her.&nbsp; Now that sounded like an absolutely splendid idea.&nbsp; <br><br>"You keep saying that. I AM going to hold you to it," she assured her, and with a quick forward step, she rested her hands on Tessa's hips and let her thumbs caress the flesh where Tessa's jeans bit lightly into her hips. She lifted herself up onto her toes and lightly kissed Tessa on the cheek before settling back on her feet and stepping away.<br><br>"Now, go play with your ball." She added as she spun on her heel and nestled herself into her jet-black go-cart.&nbsp; Dori was quite the sight, with her yellow-tipped blue hair cascading out of the neon pink helmet she had chosen. A splash of color against the black cart.&nbsp; She watched Tessa's experiment with curiosity and just the tiniest bit of amusement.&nbsp; Had they not been on a date, it would have been a pretty funny joke.&nbsp; Dori gave Tessa's idea a thumbs up. At the same time, her eyes got to linger a little on Tessa as her long legs, and seriously terrific tush found a way to fit into the smaller confines of the go-cart.&nbsp; <br><br>Now that the race was about to start, Dori got very nervous. Driving was not really her strong suit, and as the racing lights turned from red to yellow to green and the attendant dropped the flag, Dori didn't know what to do, so she just floored it.&nbsp; The go-cart sprang forward with sudden speed, and Dori clutched the wheel tightly as her heart pounded.&nbsp; There were other racers more experienced than Dori. Her bursts of speed interchanged with sudden breaking as she came to a turn meant people were soon passing her. It wasn't until the first lap had passed that she finally got the hang of hugging the turns and letting loose on the straightaway.&nbsp; Under her helmet, she began to grin maniacally.&nbsp; <br><br>This was FUN!<br><br>"Slam!" As she rounded the first turn of the second lap, a car rear-ended her and sent her spinning into the raceway's infield. Her hair tossed wildly about until she came to a rest and got her bearings.&nbsp; It was hard to tell who was who on the race track most of the time, but this driver had taken a brain bucket instead of a full helmet just so you could see their face, JJ.<br><br>"Ooooo.&nbsp; That little fucker." Dori growled in her helmet and hit the gas again, sending grass spinning up from her tires, and she reentered the raceway at full speed.&nbsp; She didn't even bother slowing into the turns now as she somewhat recklessly chased down Tessa's ex.<br><br>It was pretty amazing how fast you could go when you stopped giving a shit about safety.&nbsp; Dori zipped in and out of slower traffic. By the time the third lap had hit, she was closing in on JJ when she found herself boxed in by the rest of their goon squad. They seemed intent on keeping her from catching them.<br><br><hr><br>Alvena leaned up against the railing.&nbsp; She had no intent to join in on something so gauche as go-cart racing.&nbsp; No, Alveena was here for one reason and one reason only.&nbsp; To put Dorothy Blayne back in her place, and she wasn't going to let some two-bit fashionista have the pleasure of doing it for her. Alvena's mossy green eyes peered over the track and watched intently.<br>Millicent was already bored. She thought they would at least take a spin.&nbsp; It looked fun to her, but Alvena apparently had other plans. Ones she had yet to tell Millicent about.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only thing that had kept Millicent from leaving was the rather unflattering assessment Alvena had given of her sexual prowess.&nbsp; Millie thought Alvi was quite attractive, and as she was Charlene's second in the house, It was probably an excellent idea to be on her good side. Still, this date was a real stinker, and that was saying something considering Millie's dating life had pretty much been non-existent up until now.<br><br>"So, what did you want to do, Alvi?" Millicent asked as she watched the cars circle the track.<br><br>"I want to see car number 13 crushed, stretched on the wrack of humiliation.&nbsp; I want to see it…."<br><br>"You mean the one that just crashed?"<br><br>"WHAT!!!" Alvena spun around to see Dori's car spin out into the grass, and JJ throw her a wave as they passed.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; Only I can humiliate Dorothy Blayne like that!" Alvena gripped the rail so hard Millicent thought it might bend underneath her fingers.<br><br>"Who's Dorothy Blayne?" Alvena missed the flat tone in Millicent's voice completely.<br><br>"She is a nobody.&nbsp; A plebeian.&nbsp; A blue-haired temptress. A…"<br><br>"A temptress?&nbsp; So, like an ex?" Again the flatness was missed.<br><br>"What no.&nbsp; I would never...&nbsp; How dare you insinuate such a thing!"<br><br>"Really? Cause you seem to want to watch her a hell of a lot more than you want to be with me."<br><br>"But I.&nbsp; How dare you speak to me in that way.&nbsp; You are lucky too…."<br><br>"To what?&nbsp; Be here?&nbsp; This is the worst date I have ever...&nbsp; Ugh, you know what, never mind.&nbsp; I am leaving." Millicent began to storm off before she wheeled back around. "And I am pleasurable in bed!" she shouted at her before finally leaving in a huff.<br><br>Alveena watched her leave utterly perplexed at what happened. After a moment, she growled and turned back to the racetrack.&nbsp; Dorothy had done it again.&nbsp; She had ruined a perfectly good evening.&nbsp; Alveena wasn't sure how Dori had done it, but she was going to pay!&nbsp; Her eyes tracked the black number 13 and found it in a cluster of other go-carts.&nbsp; She was almost out of time.&nbsp; Alveena began muttering an incantation, her fingers clawing and grasping at the air as sickly green energy gathered under them in the shape of a steering wheel.<br><br><hr><br>The wheel on Dori's cart jerked one way and then the next, slamming into JJ's cronies on either side, sending one into the grass and one into the wall. She had no time to think about why it was happening and fought hard against a wheel that seemed to take on a life of its own.&nbsp; There was still one of JJ's gang in front of her and one behind her. If she could just get her cart under control, she might be able to catch up to Tessa's ex before they were done with the final lap.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: W.I.T.C.H - Shopping and Off Campus Entertainment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>23-07-2021, 02:56:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9PgoVh1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tessa Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333024.msg15866336#msg15866336)<br><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH842-0001<br><strong>Area of Study:</strong> Conjuring<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Adventures, a family entertainment center<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dori: CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Outfit"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/tf9sc6i.jpg)</div></div> <br><hr>What a smile!<br><br>Tessa was a simple woman. If she liked something, she added it to her collection in a way that made sense to her. When it came to relationships, that meant men and women became just another notch on her belt. Wine. Dine. Grind. But somewhere over the course of the evening, Dori had moved from being a sexual conquest to... Tessa wouldn't say <em>partner</em> in any sense that something formal or exclusive was happening, but the redhead was certainly smitten in a way she hadn't been since she was a tween. <br><br><em>Crush.</em>. Tessa was crushing on Dori, and crushing <em>hard</em>. <br><br>The kiss to the cheek had made Tessa's heart flutter and cheeks flush in a very unexpected way. There was some barely perceivable change Dori had undergone - something more than the bold behavior that Tessa couldn't quite put her finger on. The subtle transformation wouldn't be something she could really understand anyway; Tessa had the privilege of always being on top of the social food chain and the influence of a bullied upbringing would be hard to comprehend. Still, she felt the impact as Dori smiled. <br><br>She always wanted to see Dori smiling.<br><br>When Dori's back was turned to choose a helmet, Tessa heaved in a deep breath with a wide grin of hard-to-contain excitement and did a little spin. She might as well have squealed, but had the decency not to; ex's and bullies be damned, the date was still going well in Tessa's book! As the student went and got ready for her own cart, she wasn't thinking about the curves of the track. She was daydreaming about the curves on Dori. She winked when she noticed her date staring; on the inside she might have been a bundle of butterflies, but she still was confident and in control on the outside. Mostly.<br><br>Things on the track were going well until the second lap. Tessa had a nice view of Dori hugging curves and playing with acceleration. Then JJ came along. She had completely forgotten about her ex (something that they would find completely infuriating), but JJ wasn't going to be ignored. In a spiteful move, the brain-bucketed baddy bumped Dori and caused her to spin to a halt. <br><br>"That son of a bitch," Tessa seethed. She twisted around a turn so fiercely that she slid in her seat. "The only one riding Dori's ass tonight is going to be <em>ME</em>," she shouted knowing full well that she'd never be heard over the engines. That didn't matter - she just needed to shout! <em>Reckless and wild, she poured through the turns</em>. Tessa had taken the bait hook, line, and sinker to put all of her attention on JJ as she drove past Dori and it didn't matter to her ex that it was all negative as long as it was focused on them. <br><br>She gained on JJ, but couldn't quite catch up. She was loathe to admit it, but they took the turns better than she did in her fury. She glanced ahead where the track curved into the S. Instead of trying to catch up, she'd let him gain a little distance. It had taken... what, three bumps before the ball shot wildly back towards JJ? She let her rival make the U bend as she let off of the gas. Then the next U. Then she tossed the ball out. JJ didn't see it coming, but he did see Tessa opposite of him as he went down the short distance of straight track with a smug look on his face. <br><br><em>Bounce... bounce... BOUNCE!</em><br><br>The golf ball whizzed through the air until <em>thwack</em> it hit JJ somewhere in the face. The unexpected projectile (which would hopefully leave a bruise) caused the racer to let go of the wheel to cradle their face. Once the car started to swerve wildly, JJ reached back down with one hand and over-corrected, slamming into the side of the track. They sat stunned for a moment, wondering what happened. "Take <em>that</em> you cock juggling thunder cunt!" Tessa shouted before slamming the pedal to the metal. If she went quick, she could rear end into the sissy in a most violent and satisfying fashion. As she came to full speed, she noticed the trio of cars coming up along side her. Dori was back! But with an entourage. <br><br>JJ could wait; instead of burning rubber to ram into her rival, she kept pace with the vehicle in front of Dori so that she could... <em>thwack!</em> She violently slammed into his left side like they were in a pair of bumper cars. The redhead wasn't going to let these assholes gang up on her girl! With the front car out of the way, Dori had clearance to speed up and Tessa had the frame of mind to swerve into the rear driver which momentarily freed her blue-haired date from being sandwiched between the cars.<br><br>All the back and forth banging was giving Tessa whiplash, but she'd get over it. The two assholes that had harassed Dori were eager to catch up to the her, but Tessa wasn't having it. Like a raging drunk, she swerved back and forth to continue colliding with the micro-dick morons until they turned their focus on her. <br><br><em>Bump! Smash. Bang!</em> The rubber-rimmed cars were built to take the beating and Tessa laughed. "Say <em>cheese</em>!" the redhead said. From somewhere just over the witch's head, a camera flash went off in a blinding light as she braked her car. The vision of one of the boys was momentarily impaired and instead of ramming into Tessa, he rammed into his buddy at just the right angle to cause them to both spin out. <br><br>Dori was ahead of her and catching up fast to JJ and in just a few seconds, the redhead would be whizzing by as well.<br><br><hr>Dori wrapping up the race and taking sweet vengeance!<br><hr><br>"Oh. My. God!" Tessa cried out with a wide smile. She was <em>shaking</em> from the adrenaline and excitement of it all as she scrambled to undo the harness that had kept her safely inside her vehicle during the bumper car bash she had just endured. Behind her, cars crawled in. They hadn't been the first to cross the finish line, but they had a whole fleet of JJ's toadies behind them. She unbuckled her helmet and let her red hair spill out around her shoulders - it was a hot mess, but she didn't care.<br><br>"Dori, you drive like one badass bitch! You are <em>amazing</em>!" she said with a laugh, running up to the pink-helmeted woman. "We must commemorate the moment--" Tessa would pause to lean in next to the blue-haired beauty once the helmet was off for a picture before uncharacteristically lowering the camera. Some moments, you needed to be fully involved in. "And reward the victor." Her cheesy smile softened into something more appropriate for the moment as she let her fingers brush across Dori's cheek. Normally, Tessa was aggressive. Not now. She was going to savor this moment. She locked eyes with Dori, letting the anticipation build for a moment (because even now, Tess was a bit of a cocky ho), before leaning in to collect a kiss. <br><br><hr><br>"Oooow!" JJ whined, coming in dead last. They touched their cheek tenderly where the hexed ball had hit. That had hurt! Tonight was supposed to go terrible for Tessa yet somehow, JJ had ended up with a bruised face, a broken nail, a sore neck from being tossed about on the track, and they were pretty sure the strap to their heel had snapped! Like a petulant child, they called for their cronies to help get out of the seat belts while giving sour looks to Tessa and Dori. <br><br>"Bitches!" JJ called out, but knew that the fight had been lost. If they had heard the insult, the girls ignored the words. Ugh! Being ignored was the worst! JJ wasn't going to risk further humiliation by going over there and making a stink, though. Like a sore loser, they would spend the rest of the night sulking far away from the duo.
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