Oh god, 9th *grade.* As if dealing with the entrance exams at the end of winter last year hadn’t been bad enough, now you get to deal with the fruits of your so-called academic labors and while the Ayn Rand Transformative School for Youngsters isn’t the worst high school of the bunch, it’s affirmatively mediocre. Like, makes Applebee’s look like a Michelin Star Restaurant mediocre. Not bad enough that Mom and Dad can be justifiably upset, but well – you can smell the disappointment leak out of their pores when they stare at you long enough.
But hey, at least the school’s in Foggy Bottom (some of your friends got stuck going to Jefferson Science in Anacostia, hello gangland! Dodged that – hah – bullet), and not too far away from some decent eats and maybe, *maybe* since it’s not a school full of over-achievers they won’t really miss you if you cut class some and wander up to Georgetown to see how the other half live.
And pretty easy schedule, five periods, even got a cool little history elective – but this seminar they’re making you take in what should’ve been your free 6th period seems like it’s going to bite the big fat one, I mean, seriously, “Atlas Seminar: Future Leaders?” It was those extra twenty points on the entrance exam – you knew you should’ve tried harder to try less on that dumb test.
First day’s tomorrow, maybe you can convince the administration you don’t belong anywhere near the bright “future leaders” of tomorrow; you're pretty sure there's a cheerleading tryout somewhere you can gate crash.
Monsterhearts is every hormone-oozing CW show full of werewolves and superheros, it's every YA novel about sparkling vampires, it's hysterically over-blown, and yet -- something compels us to these tales, these archetypes of struggling youth.
Usually the supernatural is taken very seriously, this is a different kind of tale -- think Buffy, think Teen Wolf and True Blood, think of Vampire Academy, and Mean Girls, and Smallville. -----
Everyone picks a skin, only one of each in the game. You can check out the website for an idea of what they are, or you can wait till we sit down and choose your identity after a dramatic reading of each skin's struggle, because NOBODY UNDERSTANDS YOUR PAIN.
I'm trying to see if there's interest in this group for a game like this, and may pull from other groups if there aren't enough interested parties here. I will run the game so long as I can get 2-5 players. This will have to be either Monday, Wednesday, or Sunday evenings (no earlier than 6:30pm).