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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 5, 2014 20:30:18 GMT -8
Showered, groomed and prepared for the morning ahead of her, Chloe maneuvered her way out of the dormitory complex and toward the cafeteria for her morning latte and breakfast salad. In her hand was her smartphone, a relatively up-to-date piece of technology, complete with bluetooth, internet-connectivity, a cheetah-print case and a rather embarrassing spiderweb of cracks on the touchscreen, from one too many fumbles on one too many party house floors. Her phone was rarely ever not in the palm of her hand or by her side, as loyal a companion as any wingmate at the club or designated driver in the inevitable aftermath. Thumbing listlessly through tweets, status updates, and reblogs, it was only by the time she had reached the door of the cafeteria that she realized her list of contacts had grown - exponentially, even.
Befuddled, Chloe scanned through the list, mentally registering names she was aware of, family, friends, and others she'd met on any given wild night. Evidently, as the 'wild night' category expanded, names and locations became much less coherent, some even lacking any letters or punctuation.
The dangers of drunk dialing, she shuddered, knowing all too well how she accrued all these phone numbers.
There was one contact in particular that gave her pause, however, feeling herself go cold with dread as she overlooked the name:
fuccboi ry!!1
Oh.
Oh, good.
With a heavy groan, Chloe pressed down on the contact and began to call his number; while she wasn't exactly sure who it was, she had a pretty decent idea . . .
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Post by JW% on Nov 5, 2014 20:38:11 GMT -8
Selina did her best to hold herself aloof during this exchange, picking at her pancakes but still eating them and giving a friendly smile while ignoring the conversation was excluding her. It wasn't that hard to blend into the background, one just had to establish that you belonged there somehow. Silently she was making plans. She had a meeting to attend for the school news letter, and then there was a project she was working on making a film about campus life. Plus there were parties to attend. At the moment she was just hoping that while Andreanne was sharing a room she wouldn't mess with her stuff. There shouldn't have been much of an issue there, but it's always possible.
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 5, 2014 22:25:23 GMT -8
Angel gave a soft laugh, putting on a bit of mascara and ruffling her hair.
"Sure, I guess! I just.... like food, I guess. I don't think I'm allergic to anything, either..." She paused, coming back out of the bathroom to glance at the clock - 7:50. "I've gotta head to class, but I'll talk to you guys a little later!" She glanced over to Selina, smiling and trying to soothe whatever tension might have been there. "I might bring my brother back later, is that okay with you two?"
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Above the still-blaring alarm, a song started playing, getting louder with each note...
'You've got your mother in a whirl, she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl...'
"Ugh, are you serious?" He groaned, heaving himself up to his feet, stepping over his roomate and jumping off the bed to scramble over to the couch. His phone was buried in the crevices, and he wasn't really sure how it got there. "Who the hell is calling at this hour?"
He didn't bother to look at who it was - it wasn't his father, whose tone was some random Chris Brown song he didn't even pay much attention to, and that was good enough for him. He answered it, immediately putting back on a much less disgruntled voice. "Hello, who is this?"
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Post by JW% on Nov 5, 2014 22:56:57 GMT -8
"No problem." Selina waved Angel off. "I might be out, I have stuff to do around campus. Take care Angel"
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Post by valkyria on Nov 6, 2014 6:20:43 GMT -8
"Sure, not a problem. Hey I got classes with you too, Angel." Andreanne said, checking her schedule, still ignoring Selina. She had taken an instant dislike in Selina's cutting words to her roomie friend Angel who had given her pancakes. Anyone who gave her foods was a friend to her. At least that was what she thought of people.
"Thanks for the pancakes from last night, Angel. Good luck with your brother."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 6, 2014 17:19:27 GMT -8
Above the still-blaring alarm, a song started playing, getting louder with each note... ' You've got your mother in a whirl, she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl...' "Ugh, are you serious?" He groaned, heaving himself up to his feet, stepping over his roomate and jumping off the bed to scramble over to the couch. His phone was buried in the crevices, and he wasn't really sure how it got there. "Who the hell is calling at this hour?" He didn't bother to look at who it was - it wasn't his father, whose tone was some random Chris Brown song he didn't even pay much attention to, and that was good enough for him. He answered it, immediately putting back on a much less disgruntled voice. "Hello, who is this?" "Who is this?" Chloe demanded, her tone level but her conversational pace barreling through Ryan's own groggy rapport like a freight train through . . . well, just about anything. Most notably, she completely disregarded the person she was calling's own question to launch into her own identical one. "Is this Ryan?" she asked. She wasn't sure which Ryan it could be, but fuccboi ry at least narrowed it down a little. "We met at that party, right? On the twenty-ninth? At the Gamma Beta House?" After a moment to breathe and collect her thoughts, Chloe stumbled upon the common sense to answer the boy's first question. "This is Chloe, by the way. Chloe Vandegriff."
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 6, 2014 17:28:35 GMT -8
He stared off into space for a moment, blinking back sleep\.
"Okay, yeah? Twenty-ninth... Chloe... Cool hai- I didn't throw up on you did I? Dear God please say I didn't embarrass the fuck out of myself that night. My headache from the next day is coming back with a vengeance."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 8, 2014 18:01:47 GMT -8
He stared off into space for a moment, blinking back sleep\. "Okay, yeah? Twenty-ninth... Chloe... Cool hai- I didn't throw up on you did I? Dear God please say I didn't embarrass the fuck out of myself that night. My headache from the next day is coming back with a vengeance." Chloe pursed her lips, fighting back the urge to snap at the boy again. The more questions were asked, the less answers she could find . . . "You better not have, I'll tell you that much," she responded, curtly. "Listen, I'm trying to figure out what happened that night. Your number was in my contacts. Why do you think that is, Sherlock?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 8, 2014 22:49:02 GMT -8
"Look, C," His voice was suddenly just as pithy as hers. "Literally all I know about that night is I went there because Camden Shore invited me, and that I learned I'm apparently really shitty at not getting a fucking hangover. I know about as much as you do and I'm not really in the mood to stroll down Memory Lane and reenact the Hangover."
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Post by JW% on Nov 8, 2014 23:13:42 GMT -8
Roger took his seat uncomfortably fitting his bulk in the chair behind the desk. He had to spread his legs to keep his knees from banging, and his rear was below his knees, making this rather uncomfortable.
The professor came in looking like some hippie. Or hipster. Or something. The man was tall, though not particularly big, and wore a neutral sweater vest that made him look formal yet relaxed. Sorta like a Mister Rogers, if one added sharper features with glasses perched on his nose and his hair tied back into a pony tail or tight braid. From this distance Roger couldn't tell, but it was probably a pony tail that was tied up two or three times instead of just at the base, reaching down to the mans shoulders.
"Good morning everyone." The professor said, introducing himself as Jameson Writstone and then took rolecall while handing out the course syllabus. "All of this is online as well, as I'm sure many of you have already read up on and have the materials needed. For those who haven't, or those who have, I want to introduce you to how we're going to do this a little differently."
Professor Writstone turned on the smartboard behind him and started gesturing with a motion sensor pointer as he spoke. "This is basic world history 103. We will be covering the first World War. The way we will be doing that is I will be hosting a term long wargame. Each of you will be assigned a country that you will play as, and each class I expect you to show up and give me your move. Each move should be as historically accurate as you can make it, and I expect you to keep a journal of notes explaining the reasoning for why you are choosing these moves. The journal will be your final project, but I will allow you to edit and organize your thoughts before turning in the final paper. The point of this is to understand not just what happened but the reasoning that caused this horrible conflict. Each class we will have open discussion and I encourage anyone to bring up points where, knowing what we know now and being able to understand the viewpoints and motivations of the other countries, how World War one could have been avoided or at the very least the horrific tragedies that took place in it could have been mitigated some. During these discussions however, you will be expected to keep in mind that hindsight is twenty twenty, and the people of the time did not have such perspective on their actions..."
There was more to the class as Prof Writstone went on, but Roger was trying to process the information. The entire term was going to be like a play-by-mail historical war game?
Triumph University had some strange teachers.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 9, 2014 22:22:05 GMT -8
"Look, C," His voice was suddenly just as pithy as hers. "Literally all I know about that night is I went there because Camden Shore invited me, and that I learned I'm apparently really shitty at not getting a fucking hangover. I know about as much as you do and I'm not really in the mood to stroll down Memory Lane and reenact the Hangover." " Fuccboi Ry," Chloe snapped, her patience worn far too thin. "That's what you are. In my phone. Don't get fucking snappy with me, I'll jam so much ladycock down your throat it'll pop out your ass like a playboy bunny tail."
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 9, 2014 22:24:30 GMT -8
"...Pretty big talk for C-Cumslut."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 9, 2014 22:44:32 GMT -8
"I-- what? No. Fucking . . . listen," Chloe was utterly appalled, to put it lightly. Fully enraged and exasperated, the party girl was about to spit another acidic insult back at the insolent boy at the other end of the line when her phone rumbled at the side of her head. Text message. How convenient. "This isn't over." Glancing down at the short message from the apparently unnamed local number that had contacted her, Chloe sighed with a mix of annoyance and mild relief that it was simply the automated school messaging system, courtesy of the Dean herself. "'Hello everyone! In lieu of last night's events, we will be having a discussion on fire safety at noon in the theater!'" Fucking super. "Listen, you're probably gonna get a text in a sec," Chloe continued, regardless of what this fool was saying or about to say. "We'll continue this later. Got it?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 9, 2014 22:54:23 GMT -8
He snorted.
"Alright. See you later."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{Tiiimeeeeskiiiip to noon}
The college's auditorium was big enough to fit every student, albeit with some spilling out onto the floors. On the stage would be the Dean, Miss Louise - An excitable, medium toned brunette stationed in a wheelchair - and a few firemen, as well as the staff. Once all the students were either sitting or standing, the lecture would begin.
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Post by valkyria on Nov 10, 2014 4:36:16 GMT -8
Andreanne was in the corridor hearing those two bicker and now going to sit so she could listen to the lecture. "So the lecture would begin soon, what's it going to be on?" She said to Chloe. She really was wondering that because while she was in class, she didn't there'd be a lecture. And Miss Louise, she kinda liked her, but not too much.
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Post by Alastor on Nov 10, 2014 23:34:06 GMT -8
Pearl groaned as she hobbled into the auditorium, having woken up only fifteen minutes before. Her hair was an absolute mess, and it was very blatant that she grabbed whatever she could find to wear. She sat down in the first seat she saw, tiredly glaring at the stage.`
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 11, 2014 0:08:44 GMT -8
Angel had been cornered by her brother on their way to the auditorium. Or he had been cornered by her, it was really hard to tell at the moment. Either way, the two had said awkward hellos, and drifted off together. By now they were sitting near the edge of the crowd (though nearby both Andreanne and Chloe) and much more relaxed, he resting his arm on top of hers as they engaged in lazy conversation.
"-Yeah, I'm getting A's, but I've got a B in that science class... I can't believe I'm so bad at it," The boy snorted.
"Yeah yeah yeah, because a B is bad?" Angel rolled her eyes, still smiling by the time Pearl came up to plop down next to them.
"What's up, Buttercup?" Ryan asked, immediately turning his attention to the darker-skinned girl.
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Post by valkyria on Nov 11, 2014 13:40:41 GMT -8
Not waiting for Chloe's answer, she turned to Angel when she saw her.
"Hey Angel, what's up? I wonder what's the lecture going to be about? You had a good night last night? I slept like a baby."
She didn't care her roommate was having a conversation with someone else, she just wanted to say hello to her roommate.
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Post by JW% on Nov 11, 2014 15:56:20 GMT -8
Selina practically scampered about the front of the seating arrangement, the call for attendance in the auditorium coming a bit too soon for her to properly get ready. Still, she had her camera on a little tripod, and had set up a shotgun microphone, hoping to get the speech and not chatter from the students.
Of course, she wasn't the only one to be setting up, and while Miss Louise was a strong speaker she probably would have her own microphone as well to address the whole auditorium, meaning there would likely be a copy of this going on archive somewhere without Selina's help.
Still, recording herself meant that it would be her copy, with fair use policies allowing her to re-edit and mix it however she wanted, which was enough of a reason for her to put forth the effort.
"Hey!" She yelped as a big man stepped in front of her, nearly tangling his feet in the cords. Selina tried to go wireless when possible, but enough of her gear was oldschool that she still left a trail of power cables.
The big guy with the mohawk looked at what he had stepped into and sheepishly grunted "sorry" as he made ponderously delicate steps to extricate himself and head to the bleachers. Selina shook her head and tried to straighten the cords and check where they were plugged in, wondering when gorilla's had gotten into this school. The man moved like a bull in a china shop.
Roger had no idea what this was about, he hadn't even been told that there was going to be an announcement. His cellphone had been put into theater mode while attending class, and he hadn't gotten the text. Only reason he know is that Prof. Writstone had mentioned it as the class had been wrapping up. At a glance Roger wondered where on the bleachers would be safe for him to sit. Nowhere would be comfortable, not with his size, but if he took a seat near the front people behind him would have trouble seeing. Taking a seat near the back would mean he'd have to force his way up there.
Bethany had already claimed her spot at the top. She'd had no more warning than Roger, but she moved far more gracefully and quickly. Not to mention she hadn't had any fear of climbing the side of the bleachers, even though that was an unsafe practice. She was sitting with her hands between her knees, almost crouching as she looked down and watched everyone with a big gleeful smile on her face, trying to see if she recognized anyone she could call up to sit with her. The big man with a deep tan and mohawk awkwardly making his way up the aisle she remembered from history class, but she was looking for Pearl.
Not noticing that Pearl had taken one of the first seats available after coming in the door, Bethany missed her roommate and instead studied the crowd. The punky dressed boy in red and black was kinda cute, but he already had girls about him, another punk blond girl and a pudgy brunette. Then there was the girl that looked somewhat like her cousin... Beth remembered her from a party... Chloe or something like that.
And of course some of the firemen weren't bad to look at. All big and muscular, their bodies pretty clearly defined by the uniform shirt and pants they wore. There was also one firewoman in the line up, but she looked a little hardened and muscular, more like one of the men than a woman. Triumph City had raised physical standards for women on the force to closer match the men, a decidedly controversial move as it had cut back the number of female fire fighters dramatically when they were forced by law to demonstrate enough upper body strength to actually carry an unconscious civilian out of a burning building. Pinnacle City had a far more progressive and fair minded approach, allowing any woman the right to become a fire fighter or police officer without needing to meet such male-centric physical qualifications, allowing Pinnacle City to have a near 30/70 split of female to male whereas Triumph City had something closer to 10/90.
Needless to say, if you were in Prof. North's class, you'd hear why this was wrong, but Bethany hadn't attended Prof. North's classes yet, and at the moment 'the patriarchy', as Prof. North decried it, was giving her a display of beefcake on the stage flanking the wheelchair bound Dean. Beth wondered if Miss Louise had done that on purpose.
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Post by Alastor on Nov 14, 2014 17:41:53 GMT -8
Angel had been cornered by her brother on their way to the auditorium. Or he had been cornered by her, it was really hard to tell at the moment. Either way, the two had said awkward hellos, and drifted off together. By now they were sitting near the edge of the crowd (though nearby both Andreanne and Chloe) and much more relaxed, he resting his arm on top of hers as they engaged in lazy conversation. "-Yeah, I'm getting A's, but I've got a B in that science class... I can't believe I'm so bad at it," The boy snorted. "Yeah yeah yeah, because a B is bad?" Angel rolled her eyes, still smiling by the time Pearl came up to plop down next to them. "What's up, Buttercup?" Ryan asked, immediately turning his attention to the darker-skinned girl. Pearl turned her head towards Ryan, glaring at him. There was... well, it sounded like a hiss from her, but it was a bit hard to tell, really. "Buttercup? Really?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 14, 2014 17:45:50 GMT -8
"What, would you prefer 'What's new, Pussycat?'" He grinned, leaning over to her,resting his chin on his fist.
Angel looked up to Andreanne and smiled, waving.
"I heard it'd be about fire safety... probably thanks to last night. And yeah, my night was.... okay, I guess!"
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Post by valkyria on Nov 18, 2014 4:12:09 GMT -8
"I guess so, you didn't sleep well or what?" She wanted to know about her rookie's well-being. Although shy, she was pretty concerned about her friends, and Angel was her friend, not only because she gave her pancakes, but also because she shared a room with her. And Andreanne really slept like a baby last night, so she wondered what could be bothering Angel her friend as well. Selina she saw too at the lecture, but she didn't say a word to her nor even nodded to her.
"Isn't the lecture starting already?" Andreanne asked Angel, impatient to be done with Miss Louise the Dean staff.
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Post by Alastor on Nov 22, 2014 22:48:39 GMT -8
"What, would you prefer 'What's new, Pussycat?'" He grinned, leaning over to her,resting his chin on his fist. "I'd rather have you act like you aren't twelve, Ryan." The girl yawned. "Plus, like, I literally just got up and didn't get to eat and ugh."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 23, 2014 22:32:08 GMT -8
Spotting Ryan from her seat, Chloe worked with practiced calm, pretending like she was listening to the listful spurts of conversation in the auditorium, nodding and feigning facial expression along, while her hand concealed from present view had spirited her phone from her bag and began to text her most recently called number at furious speeds.
"We need to talk motherfucker," she sent Ryan, her message punctuated by an emoji that captured the mix of purposeful aggravation and studied calm that she wanted to convey to a T.
There was nary a problem in this modern day and age that a few well-placed emoji's couldn't solve.
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 23, 2014 22:46:28 GMT -8
"Well, darling, that's definitely not gonna happen-" The blonde paused a second to look down at the new text, shooting off a mischievous glare in the direction of Chloe before texting her back, ' Say that to my face ' "I was just cold, I think," Angel replied. Almost in response to Andreanne's question, Miss Louise had rolled herself up to the mic and was now testing it. "Alright, can everyone hear me? Yes? Good! Alright, in light of recent events that all of you know by now... we at the school board have decided to reiterate a few ground rules and teach you guys a little bit about fire safety!" She looked back to the strong firemen standing nearby, flashing a smile. "So really, we'll start with the basics... any and all students with the ability to create and maintain both heat and fire are expected to do all they can to keep themselves and their powers under control. If any users are caught messing with their powers for recreational purposes that could result in damage to property or loss of life, they WILL be swiftly and severely punished, up to and including expulsion. The same goes for every other power, in fact - if you can cause damage to yourself, others, and the building, and choose to do so, you will be expelled. Is that clear?"
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Post by JW% on Nov 24, 2014 20:14:03 GMT -8
There was a rumbling murmur among the crowd. Some of them exchanged looks with one another. Several hands shot up with questions, including Rogers. Even a few of the fire fighters frowned at the statement and glanced over at the woman in the wheelchair.
Selina was a bit more forward. She shouted out loud enough to be heard while shoving a microphone towards Miss Louise. "Are these new policies based on the assumption that last nights fire was started by meta-human powers?"
Al couldn't hold himself back any more and stepped forward, putting a hand on Miss Louise's microphone and leaning over to whisper into her ear. "It was an electrical fire, some idiot put tinfoil in a microwave." He whispered harshly. "And for reference _I_ was using my powers in a manner that could have resulted in damage or loss of life to myself when I entered the building. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
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Post by Alastor on Nov 27, 2014 20:44:54 GMT -8
Another one of the firefighters, in the corner of the room sighed at the expressions of his fellow workers.
"Pretty sure she meant that you kids shouldn't be fucking around with your powers." He shouted out.
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Post by JW% on Nov 28, 2014 12:07:39 GMT -8
Selina, Framerate, couldn't really restrain her face from curling into a predatory smile. Not really a predators smile in that she was going to be stalking prey, like a lioness hunting a gazelle, but more like the predators smile when the lion has found that his pride has already downed a gazelle and it's time to eat.
"Does this policy include compulsory unnatural abilities?" She asked, doing her best to play the reporter. Miss Louise had asked if there were any questions after all, and she had a lot of them.
The crowd was doing... well what the crowd was doing. They weren't ready for outright objections or shouting over the top of one another just yet, though some might work up the nerve soon enough. Nobody was shouting 'mutant power!' and unleashing a flamethrower blast at the stage from their third eye at least. Some of the crowd were perfectly normal humans after all, and probably confused about what this was all about. Several of them were getting the idea that the dorm fire had been started by those dangerous mutants in the crowd who had been, by the implied admission of the dean and the fire department, 'fucking around' with their powers committing recreational murder and destruction of property.
Roger, Rhinox, sitting uncomfortably in the crowd wondered if any one in the school actually had pyrokinetic powers. He was unfamiliar with them if they were here, but then he didn't keep records on that sort of thing. He assumed the school did. Probably a new student who had lit up the dorms last night, he hadn't been there to know any different. Yet another reason for him to live off campus while he worked on his degree.
Beth, Arachnia, on the other hand was taking this as an affront. She had spent all of last night 'fucking around' with her powers, climbing up the side of buildings, leaping and swinging off of projected forcefields. She'd stopped crimes during these city patrols. She hadn't been at the school while she was doing it, the whole city was her playground and the campus was quite frankly boring for that kind of exercise, but it still strongly chafed that somebody would object to her exercising her abilities, 'unnatural' as they might be. Yes, there was some danger to herself in trusting her forcefields to provide purchase by only touching her finger and toe tips to the tenth floor of a building, so she certainly fell under the provisions of the policy. Even the way she had gotten to her seat so quickly fell under the phrase 'fucking around' with her powers.
Alphonse, Inferno, winced at his co-workers outburst. There was going to be some backlash for yelling obscenities on stage at students like that, particularly in front of cameras. He removed his hand from the microphone so Miss Louise could speak freely, and stepped back to the line, doing his best to re-establish some kind of dignity if not authority in the group on the stage behind the microphones. It was probably too little, too late, particularly with the outburst from the stage, but at least his moment of conversation with the dean could have been excused. He probably hadn't been picked up on the microphone, whispering as he had. The outburst on the other hand, had probably been heard by everyone.
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