Cyrith

"Well, I was thinking new to the school. Are you new to earth? Cause I've only ever met one alien before. Nice enough guy." Gordy is amused at the wolfman's confusion. "Geek means, like, I'm obsessed with with the theater. I perform a lot, I sing, I dance. You'll have to come to the winter concert." Gordy idly wonders if lupin would be the correct term for Nalerenn, or if that's just a Hollywood thing.

"Yup, that's me, Gordy. I'm the resident theater geek." Gordy smiles at Nalerenn in what he hopes is an inviting fashion. The thought flits through his mind that smiling at a wolf-creature could be seen as intimidating. He tries to suppress it. "So, you new here?"

Gordy swings around to face Lullaby after the tap on the shoulder. He smiles nervously at her request. He'd never had a girl ask him to dance before, and the music hadn't even started yet. "Sure, I'd love to, but I need to get my costume on real quick. It'll be great. You should ask the DJ to play something good for the first slow dance." As the designated start time draws closer, a few more of the schools more famous students begin to trickle in. The first is Seven, dressed in a cliche though well put together witch costume, followed by Changeling, who can be overheard excitedly talking about all the possible costumes she can be.

Just something to do really. My character isn't good with machines, so it seems like something I'd delegate. You can roll for it if you're itching to roll some dice though.

I'm taking a 20 on my disguise check. I'd assume having a costume from a stage show counts as having a disguise kit? Or is that just appropriate uniform?

Gordy hold back a chuckle at the new kids speech mannerisms. He was pretty sure he hadn't used a single contraction. "In about 45 minutes. My costume is a little makeup heavy, and I want to be sure I do it right. I may be a little late with the greetings, but it's a dance, I'm sure people will figure it out. I mean, I can't really be in the contest because I'm one of the judges, but I can still look awesome. And trust me, you're better with machines then me. I don't understand them." Gordy begins to turn toward the mens shower room. "The machine is over by the DJ stand. Thanks"

"That's right. And you're...Darius? No, that wasn't it. Damian? Darian. That was it. We met at the Halloween dance. I'm great, just got a letter from my sister. Mom has been working on a new show, and it turns out that my dad is the same dimensions as the star. She sent a picture, see?" Gordy holds up a picture of a very unhappy looking man with the same blue eyes as Gordy, dressed in a princess dress. "I don't see why he looks so angry, I mean mom's been making me and Lilly since forever. Probably Thomas too, but he claims he never did."

Gordy gives the girl an uncomprehending look, as is quickly glad that her eyes are closed. He wouldn't want her to think he was being judgmental. "It's for the Halloween Dance. It's gonna be great. Everyone will have costumes, there will be some really awesome music, free food, and of course the costume contest. Best costume wins. Oh, excuse me." Gordy just noticed a newcomer walk into the gym. He had the look of someone waiting to be talked to, and hopefully, help out. "Hi, My names Gordy, are you here to help set up? Do you know how to work a fog machine? The gym is almost done, and I need to go get my costume on. Is that yours in the bag? Bet it's great. Can't wait to see it." Gordy shoulders his bag and points toward the back. "Changing rooms are in there, in case you didn't know."

Gordy strolled in to the main desk mail room area, whistling the well known "Bye, Bye Birdie" song "Put on a Happy Face" The Super-powered teen goes over to check his mail cubby, and pulls out a single envelope. A cursory glance by an observer would lead them to believe that the envelope is made out of stickers. "From my sister," Gordy announces, not that anyone asked. He walks over and collapses himself into a chair to read the letter, snickering occasionally.

Gordy turned around at the sound of Chris talking, and jumps in surprise when he sees a girl he hasn't met just standing there. He hadn't heard anyone come in except the food people, and they weren't being all that loud. Who ever it was must be pretty special to sneak into a big echo-ey gym without making a sound. "Woah! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that in this school. You never know when someone might blast you on instinct. My name is Gordy, I'm in charge of the dance committee. What do you think?"

Oh I don't about that. If this last cycle was any indication, we may only get about 2 years of reprieve from political campaigns.

20 minutes? I was in line for maybe 5 minutes. Took me longer to walk to the polling station. Guess that's the good thing about a small-ish town in a small state.

"Fair enough. That's why mines in the bag. The stereo should probably go.....hmmm. I'm thinking back wall, in front front of the door, so the music is coming right at you when you come into the gym? What do you think?" As Gordy is talking there is a knock at the side door. Gordy answers the knock, and the caterers almost bowl him over as they enter, carrying tables. "Hey! Watch it!"

"Oh, hey. Didn't hear you come in. I'm blanking on your name. Craig? Carl? Something with a C? It'll come to me I'm sure. Uhh, how are you with electronics? Someone needs to set up the stereo system before the DJ gets here." Gordy finishes with his current streamer and surveys the gym. Starting to look ok. Though looking more and more like he was going to have to use that ladder. Gordy suppresses a shudder as he looks over at the new arrival. "Hey, where's your costume? It's Halloween!"

Gordy snapped on the lights to the gym, not surprised that he was the first of the dance committee to arrive. Someone had already been by with a ladder, but he was hoping someone who could fly would be the one to put up the high up decorations. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights, it's just that it was easier that way. And he didn't really like ladders. They just seemed dangerous by nature. There wasn't really much in the way of decorations, the general atmosphere at a dance usually stemming from just turning the lights down, and being a Halloween dance, there was certain to be no exception. Some orange and black streamers, a couple of pinata's shaped like pumpkins, and a fog machine would really be all that was needed. There was supposed to be a delivery a little later of some pre-carved Jack-o-Lanterns from a company in town, and the food was being provided by a cheap catering agency. Private school or not, they were still making them go on a small budget. Though maybe not that small. Gordy places the bag with his costume in the corner of the room. He was certain he was going to wow the crowd this year. Not that it was all the original of a costume, but to the best of his knowledge none of his classmates had seen him perform over the summer, so it would be new to them. Humming a tune of his own composition to himself, Gordy sets to taping streamers to the wall and twisting them to make a spiral pattern.

I'd like to start up a Halloween dance thread for Claremont players. I don't think there will be much in the way of rolling, but figured I should still get GM approval.

So, my evaluation went well. Personally I think I could have done better on the 'not get shot' part, but I guess I should just be glad they weren't real bullets. Met a group of the new students. I may have competition as the best singer at school. Nah, probably not. I sing great no matter what I'm wearing. Then there's a guy dressed as a lizard with his own ship. I am so totally going to have to get one of those, just as soon as I get my license. Dad probably won't let me though. He worries too much. Then there's a big guy, and some girl who follows him around a lot. Haven't really talked to either of them. Maybe I'll see them in classes. Woops, gotta go, class is starting, and if Ms. Hartcourt catches me slacking off in class again she's going to fail me. Or make me help her stack the dissection animals. And then I'll smell like formaldehyde all day.

I have officially taught myself all the words to the songs. with the exception of one line in brand new day. That's a tough one. Can't wait for the sequel, I have ideas of what will happen.

Gordy looks proud of himself for a moment when the drone responds, and even more proud, almost smug, when Mr. Summers says his new trick is something he and his teachers hadn't thought of for Gordy to try. He looks less pleased when Mr. Summers talks about drones with different musical tastes, and down right mutinous when the idea of having to listen to more Webber comes up. "I swear to the gods of theater, if I have to listen to 'Memory', I will break something. Do you have any idea how many times I've heard people at auditions pick that song? And their never any good at it. It's even worse then 'Tomorrow.' And that's almost universally recognized for horrible." Gordy takes a deep breath, trying to force his emotions under control before he slips and says something to the headmaster he'll regret. "I'll take classic rock appreciation. That seems fair."

Right. Duh. Brain fart had me thinking alternate saves were not subject to PL. I that case, yes, lets go with an area effect. I'm thinking Emotion Control Rank 6 Any Emotion Flaw(Sense Dependent) Auditory. Extra: Burst area And I suppose I should make them hate each other if possible. Seems safer that way.

Important piece of information I forgot, I'm going for a hate effect right now. Seemed like fun.

So what I'm doing here is this Emotion Control Rank 12 Any Emotion Flaw(Sense Dependent) Auditory. this should leave me fatigued.

"Huh. I don't know what kind of drones I would need. I've only ever done this before on my sister, and that was really an accident. I guess I would need drones with emotions? And Ears?" Gordy does a few vocal warm ups, and to his surprise, such a drone(apparently) is brought in. "Wow. We have everything here. Ok. So, here's what I found out. You know how they say music soothes the savage beast? And you obviously know that hurting people is not really my thing. So I came up with this. I was singing some of my lines over the summer, you know for practice. And I was getting to my death scene, and I was really, really concentrating on putting alot of myself into it. Well, I must have put to much of me into it, because next thing I know, there's my sister, just weeping on the couch. She thought it was the saddest thing she'd ever heard. And she's seen me pretend to die on stage, like, five times. So I just kinda started in on Put on a Happy Face, you know, from Bye-bye Birdie? And she perked right up. Like creepily perked right up. People don't usually cheer up that fast. But anyway, that's where I got the idea for this little bit from. I wanna see if I can do it again, and if I can do anything other then make people laugh and cry." With that Gordy beings to sing, a song from Les Miserables, designed to fire up the blood I am warning you Javert I'm a stronger man by far There is power in me yet My race is not yet run I am warning you Javert There is nothing I won't dare If I have to kill you here I'll do what must be done!

For just a few seconds, this is the test that truly scares Gordy. Testing him on paying attention in class? How cruel could one school get? After his initial shock has worn off though, Gordy starts to realize that this might not be so bad. It looks like the classes he actually kinda does pay attention in. Art Appreciation, Debate, Theater Craft and Choir. Well, he calls it choir, though really it's his independent study. After taking it all in Gordy walks over to the textbooks and looks at the sheet of paper next to his "Psychology of Super-Villains" book. 'A well established villain is making his attack on a bus full of orphans for the third time this month. Based on the Ravens techniques for reading into a villains past, what can we ascertain about his motives?' "Hmm." Gordy takes a moment to think back to his classes. Reading into people had never been his strong suit, but this one seems fairly obvious. 'A villain will often lash out at things that remind him of his life before he gained his powers(or built his suit/andriods/ect). This villain was probably raised in an orphanage and blames such a system for never providing the love he needed. If the villain is a super-genius, then he likely blames the orphanage for never recognizing his intelligence.' Satisfied that he has the correct answer Gordy moves on to his art appreciation sheet. Name the painter of this impressionist style painting. "Crap. Is this Manet or Monet? I can never remember which is which. I'll go with Monet. Though unsure of himself, Gordy knows it's pointless spending too much more time on it, or he'll second guess himself out of a correct response. Or back into a wrong one. The next book he looks it is "Victory without Violence" and it's sheet tells him to go to the podium. At the podium he is given a scenario. 'Your arch nemesis is holding the trigger to a WMD that he is threatening to set off. You can't safely engage him in combat and must talk him down.' "Why do they always have a trigger? Why can't they ever just come down and fight? Oh crap, is that already filming? Let me start over. This won't get you what you want. You may think that blowing up the mayors office will help you forget your past, but it won't. The only thing that can blow up the hurt and pain you feel inside of you, is you. Now please, put down the trigger, come down here, and we'll get you the help you need." Feeling ok about his last performance, Gordy walks over to the challenge he had been saving for last. Music. Attached to the mic stand is a note. 'Study and then sing the 'Largo al factotum.' At this Gordy swallows a little. Largo al Factotum is meant to be one of the most challenging of all Aria's. Still, this is his world, singing. The young performer takes a deep breathe as he studies the words, settling his nerves. A second deep breathe and he begins to sing. Even without musical accompaniment he manages to stay on beat and on not to trip over too many of the words, at least not noticeably. Looks like all that time spent learning to lower his vocal range wasn't a waste of time. "Usually people throw roses at this part."

"Alright then. Change back and I'll walk you over to the admissions building." 'I wonder if people will think we're together. Oh god, what if she thinks we're together? Oh crap, isn't she telepathic? Quick, start reciting Gypsy.' "It's not too far. I hear the girls dorms are pretty nice." 'let me entertain you, let me make you smile.....'