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PIMPLE PLAGUE

PIMPLE PLAGUE

On Friday morning, a few choice students awaken to find their faces covered in acne. Just another day in the life of a teenager, right? WRONG. It's a school wide crisis.

Some students choose to skip class, while others brave the humiliation of late onset puberty. By midday, the spread of sebum is dubbed a plague in the grand tradition of Azurcrest and soon after a state of emergency is declared.

Those courageous enough to leave the safety of their bunks are called to the auditorium dressing rooms for a spa and mope fest. Their valiant stylists, The Unsung Heroes of Beauty, are welcome to ditch class with them. Be warned. There will be lite flavor murder plotting.

HOW THIS WORKS

Cameron, Noel, Webster, and those they shared their poisoned cookies with awaken on Friday morning to find their faces have MASSIVELY broken out. Cabin mates and trusted friends may sense something is amiss by this point.

Word of the Pimple Plague spreads around school via the journal network.

Lilika calls together a group to mope in the dressing rooms.

At dinner, more victims are targeted. They are welcome to join.

I know this is super late but they will be suffering for days, so...

» CABINS: Select students wake up to discover their faces full blown pepperoni'd.

» AROUND CAMPUS: Encounters with the cursed around campus.

» AUDITORIUM DRESSING ROOMS: Face masks. Makeup application. Theories about the cookies. General moping and light murder plotting. Popping things that shouldn't be popped.

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns! I'm sorry this is so late. Benleena have the fluuuu.

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For hours and hours, a mop of blonde hair bobs over a steaming cauldron. She won't stop for food, water, and only has one class. She's here for justice. She's here for her friends' faces. Only the brave can squeeze out Bubotuber pus. And that's what she does, diluting it in a solution of soothing herbs before mixing it up with other anti-inflammatory ingredients into a cooling mask. It's...hopefully effective. Honestly, she doesn't have time to test any of this, but she thinks it should work.

She's not quite kind enough to give herself pimples in order to guinea pig this situation, but she sends out samples with willing messengers to the afflicted.
Stay safe out there.

Edited (this is the dumbest thing i've ever written sorry bye) 2018-01-06 06:38 (UTC)

This is the longest time Riley has ever stuck to a project, the most passion she's had for something outside her own self, and she can't explain it. The sanctity of beauty was broken today, and that's something Riley takes very seriously, apparently.

She plops herself down next to Addy's cauldron as she waits for the latest batch to get its finishing touches, twisting a lock of bright blue hair around her finger. It's frizzy and she really should have, like, brushed it or something today, but this was a war and wars don't allow you time for such luxuries.

"I'm, like, hella making Cammy buy us something pretty as fuck after all this," she says, and wrinkles her nose at the yellowy liquid oozing out of the thing on the table. "Mama needs some new stabby heels."

Edited (it's time for our dumb girls) 2018-01-06 06:49 (UTC)

Addy shoots a tired smile at her general, her right-hand-friend, the person most dedicated to beauty. She's glad they're in this together. She shakes her own hair out of her face, very carefully squeezing out more pus into a measuring cup. "Don't touch that." She warns, carefully placing her leather gloves to the side. Lab safety is very important.

"And baby, when we're out of here, I'll buy you stabby heels. How are their poor faces doing?"

Edited (clarity; also i forgot how to spell their. goodnight.) 2018-01-06 07:08 (UTC)

Todd's genius plan of attending charms class as a coyote had backfired quickly when Mr. Calderon-Boot had told him to untransform himself pretty much immediately. So of course he'd had to show his face in front of pretty much the entire junior class. Not his finest hour.

But now he's not in class and there are no teachers around to tell him to not be a coyote on the furniture, so he's sulking on a sofa, resting his head on his paws. Being a coyote is pretty nice. It makes the world seem simpler. And coyotes can't get acne, which is always a bonus.

Remembering his moment of humiliation, he lets out a sad whine, covering his face with a paw.

Cash stops to scratch Todd between the ears.

Cameron has removed the ski mask he'd used to escape his cabin and make it to the auditorium with his face unseen, only to replace it with a dainty veiled hat. It's black and a bit too small, so he's fixed it in place with bobby pins. In his blank hoodie and black veil, he looks like the gangliest widow. "Today is the worst," he declares for at least the third time.

"It's been the worst couple of days," Webster replies. His face is obscured by a thick mud mask. He's chopped up a cucumber. Two slices will go over his eyes. The others are put into a pitcher of water for everyone to enjoy. This is a spa day, isn't it? He offers Cameron a glass. "I don't know about you, but it's been all down hill since New Years for me."

“You’re being dramatic,” says the world’s biggest drama queen. Lilika hops up onto the counter between them and gingerly plucks a glass of cucumber water from Webster’s fingers. Just now, she’s in a state of temporary serenity as she plots and plans. Those wise enough to take shelter in the dressing rooms are in the eye of the storm.

“She said he doesn’t even like her, right?” She asks, picking up a days old conversation as if they’d never left off.

"I can be dramatic if I want," Webster retorts rather weakly. He makes little room for Lilika next to him. "I think Gwen's said..." Webster squints as if trying to remember, "There is someone else I care about. That's not important and he doesn't like me."

Those were her exact words.

"She asked me to be patient." He takes a long sip of his cucumber water then sighs. "So I guess that's all there is to be done."

Cameron takes his water with a nod of thanks. He sort of feels like he missed a beat in the conversation, somewhere, but he picks it back up pretty quickly. "You're allowed to be dramatic," he assures him, "'Specially when it comes to matters of the heart. Anyway, surely that's not all there is to be done."

"Surely," Lilika reaffirms with a look of displeased bewilderment. Patience is not one of her virtues. She can be subtle and she can lie low but the idea of just waiting for something to happen to her, or those she loves, is preposterous. Life is a game to Lilika and if you're not playing, how are you meant to win?

Angling her shoulders toward Cameron, she leans in and quickly fills him in on the broad details. Typically speaking, she's cagey around strangers but Webster likes Cameron and Webster usually has good taste. "Webster and Gweneth Popplestone have a thing," she explains with a wiggly hand gesture that she hopes displays flippancy on Webster's part. "But Gwen is foolishly interested in some other nobody. Yet undisclosed." This mystery boy could be Snoop Cruppy Crup for all she cares. A nobody, nonetheless.

"All we need to do is find out who this clown is and then..." Lilika turns back to Webster and begins counting out on her fingers all the things that can be done. "I could seduce him," she puts up one finger, though she doesn't seem pleased about it. "I could maim him in a non-fatal but unsightly manner," she looks a little more excited about that. "I could make a fool of him in front of Gwen. I could make a fool of Gwen in front of him. I could put Gwen in a perilous situation and set you up to rescue her," she passes her glass to her other hand, so she can keep counting out plans. They'll have to stop her.

"Lilika," Webster pulls her hand down, stopping her devious counting exercise. "We're not going to maim someone. Or seduce anybody. Or embarrass Gwen." He pauses, and then adds a little softer, "At least, it's not worth thinking about those things without knowing who this guy is." That's only practical.

As much as Webster isn't proud to admit it, he has spent a lot of time these past few days trying to figure out who Gwen's mystery crush is. Unlike Lilika, he's not trying to intervene... he just wants to know. He knows it's none of his business, but he's only human. A teenage human. So of course he's curious.

"All we know," Webster turns back and forth between Lilika and Cameron (who is now fully included in this conversation, sorry), "is that she wanted to ask him to the Masquerade Dance but didn't. And that the during the MACUSA holiday party she got drunk and warded someone in the journals. And now in retrospect that was probably the same person. Which narrows the possibilities down to..." He trails off, drawing a blank for the umpteenth time this week.

"The straight, single, juniors and seniors?" This is pointless.

But then an uncomfortable thought occurs to him and he turns to Cameron. "It's not you... is it? Because I'm totally not mad and I'm sure Lilika was just joking about the whole maiming thing..."

"I mean, I don't think the seduction plan is awful. You could do a lot worse than be seduced by Lili," Cameron points out, "But, true, you can't do any of those things without knowing who you're aiming for.

As he listens to Webster's recap, he lifts his veil just enough to daintily sip his cucumber water, really leaning into this spa day idea. Better that than group suffering. There's something about these details that seem relevant to him, something that's right there like a word on the tip of his tongue or a melody he can't place...

"Me? Nah," Cameron says, vaguely waving his hand to dismiss the idea. "If I had a crush on Gwen, you'd know. I'm not real good at coy." He crosses his legs, mulling over what he's heard. "Alright, so y'all don't know who else she might be into, and it could be anyone. But what you do know is who she is, and that you like her, and that seems like a good start to me! I mean, you don't need to know who he is to woo her, right? Bake her some cookies or - wait, on second thought, lets leave off on cookies for... a while. But you're a musician! Play her something romantic! Don't just sit around waiting."

Cameron's perspective is new and helpful. And, certainly more positive than what Webster has been getting from Lilika the past few days. "Yeah, maybe you're right," he nods, considering it. Focus on himself. Not this other guy.

"She asked for me to be patient, but that doesn't mean I can't let her know about the things I've got going for me." He's talking himself into this plan. "Music. That goes in the plus column for sure. I have a few go-to dishes that are not cookies--" he gives Cameron a look, don't worry, "--that just might move the needle for her." Unknowingly he's started counting off on his fingers like Lilika had earlier. "I'm a voracious reader," he half-brags, pulling down another finger. "Eleven hundred words-per-minute is elite at any age." He pauses and looks down at his hand. At his enumerated "attractive" qualities.

"Yeeeaaaah, maybe romantic music is the way to go here." He turns to Lilika because for better or for worse he needs her stamp of approval, "What do you think? Forget this guy and just focus on showcasing the best version of me?"

Hey.............. sorry.

Edited (love you guys pls eject archie into the sun) 2018-01-06 06:25 (UTC)

todd went to class as a coyote so definitely expect that open thread tomorrow

thank god I was hoping that was his solution

Todd's a good boy.

Spencer went to class after all but still wants to notesflirt with his roommates.

well now that he did THAT Ira will do the OPPOSITE THING and give him a totally fabricated set of notes that is completely wrong with one real truth.

...maybe not that would actually take way too much time but that was the temptation.

As long as Ira's paying attention to him Spencer's happy.

ira and spencer should both be paying attention to todd, who is dying :/

IRA IS DOING THAT MOSTLY :(

off topic but do you think jade and ari sneak into the dressing rooms to kiss

it's probably one of Jade's favorite places to kiss honestly.

Todd I'm so sorry Spencer is using this as a reason to make Cash and Ira look at him he's very dumb.

as long as nobody's looking at his messed up face, he guesses

Heathcliff tried to give Todd attention and he didn't want it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

todd is maybe the only person in the world who has a preference for people who play hard to get with friendship

Edited (coyote todd will hang out on heathcliffs feet like a weirdo :c) 2018-01-06 07:13 (UTC)

Hurtful, Todd. (He's fine.) AND at least he's a cute fuzzy weirdo. :')

Is it time to have the 'is it weird to pet your friend??' discussion again?

have we come to a conclusion on whether head stritches feel better when you're a dog or not because

todd would be into it

Heathcliff has three dogs and is excellent at head scritchies.

Trust him with his, Todd!

Fern wants to pet coyote Todd and call him the goodest boy.

obsessed with coyotodd

the goodest boy

This is wonderful and I love you

this is adorable thank you so much

& KICK THE FLU'S BUTT

Edited 2018-01-06 14:45 (UTC)

zach's not sure if he should go to class like normal or stay in his cabin bc CLEARLY this is CONTAGIOUS

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PIMPLE PLAGUE

CABINS

AROUND CAMPUS

IN THE TRENCHES/POTION LAB: open to many

IN THE TRENCHES/POTION LAB: Riley & Addy

IN THE TRENCHES/POTION LAB: Riley & Addy

ATRIUM: A Sad Coyote (open to multiple)

ATRIUM: A Sad Coyote & a little sympathy

AUDITORIUM DRESSING ROOMS

Cameron & Open

Cameron & Webster & Open

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

Cameron & Webster & Lilika

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