this would be very weird prompaganda

[dinahdanger]

[Plastered right at the entrance of the lodge, a single poster, definitely made with (stolen) Crafting Club supplies and also gumption.]

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[magitechnically]

omg a l e x

[dinahdanger]

this got very weird

[threatens]

my sweet girl

also this means crafting club had a ton of poop stickers or something

[dinahdanger]

at the next crafting club meeting riley's gonna start screaming about who took all her poop stickers

[winterbottom]

Chad can’t help it.
This is very mean but also he laughs one time, into his sleeve, and covers for it by faking a loud sneeze. His glasses fall off to provide instant karma.

[godzillabutworse]

Nisha licks her finger and tries to stick it in Chad's ear. And then, acting like that didn't just transpire, says, "We gotta get revenge."

[winterbottom]

He yells and struggles away for a moment, and then becomes very still. Ok. This isn’t as funny as he thought. “Yeahhh.” He sighs, resigning himself to probably more blood loss.

[sovain]

LMAO omg this is gold

[cecaelian]

After confirming this poster isn't some inexplicable new campaign strategy, Ursula removes it from the lodge and pens a notice to all future poster makers. Unfortunately, she doesn't have morning classes on Monday so she doesn't arrive at the lodge until after a number of students have a chance to see the offending artwork.

[dinahdanger]

Dinah tries to act cool about this. This is a joke. Maybe she put it up herself! To make fun of the prom posters all over the walls or... something. She's got a great sense of humor, don't you know??

But there's a tingling in her nose and the back of her throat, a familiar little tickle.

"I... gotta, uh," she gestures vaguely back toward Coppertale, talking to just whoever is near her. Zion?? Probably Zion. "I need my... things." She turns to go back up the path, clenching her teeth, swallowing her feelings. Dinah the Dork, the watery weirdo, that freak who sits in the back and just draws all the time. That's who she'd been back home, before coming here. The girl who was so bad at making friends her parents had changed her schools, had to consider moving to Vancouver so she could maybe get to know people her own age.

But, clearly, it hadn't been a matter of the school. It was her that was the common factor, and she didn't even have her mom to hug her and tell her it was okay while her dad helped dry her artwork or something. She's barely even looking where she's going as her long legs send her almost jogging back toward camp.