Mingle Post! Our First Class Post~ [Action]

[netherworld_lolitics]

[You've all arrived by your own will or have been hustled into a classroom by a flock of stampeding prinnies. You've been in the room for a few minutes before your first teacher shows up, fashionably late~]

[It's some kind of effeminate flower person: Senator Trap!]

... why are you all here? This is class. You don't belong here.

[Sigh] Making my life hard.

Alright, whatever. I'm Senator Trap and this class is "Zen-Not-Giving-A-Care." I'd have prepared a lesson plan, but it turns out I'm already a master at not caring. So I guess that means you're all going to have to learn from my example as I spend the next hour and a half playing Tetris. [pulls out his myPhone.]

Of course, if you actually care about learning, you're already failing this class.

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[hit_girl_mindy]

(Twists and kicks, making Ruffnut earn every inch.)

I don't think we get to decide that one!

(Low kick!)

[ruffntumblenut]

[Takes the kick like a firmly planted tree. She'll pay for that later but for now it gives her the chance to put an arm around Mindy's neck]

Well then let's go find who's making those choices and make them decide it!

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Don't forget that Mindy's neck is pretty strong, Ruffnut. She's already shaking her head quickly left and right, smashing into your arm].

Just...check...your myphone!

[ruffntumblenut]

[And then without warning drops her stretching her arms and fake yawning]

Oh alright if you insist. I'll stop kicking your butt and mess around with the phone some more.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Pfft. Maybe one day when you can program a phone you can kick my ass. Don't hold your breath.

[Straightens out her clothes] Have any money those prinnies brought over?

[ruffntumblenut]

[pauses and pats all of her pockets pulling out a small drawstring bag.]

About this much.

[Not much to speak of really.]

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hmm. I'm gonna check mind on the myphone.

[clicks a few buttons, looking bored, then stops, eyes widening].

[ruffntumblenut]

What's up? Is it good news? for once?

[Leaning over her shoulder pressed up against her because...what is personal space?]

[hit_girl_mindy]

I...someone's probably messing with me. Gotta be. I can't have THIS much. I haven't since I lived on earth.

[Shows her that she has half a million dollars in the bank, covering it].

[ruffntumblenut]

[Eyes get big]

That's aloooot of zeroes.

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Mumbles] Yeah. I better start putting passwords and security on this shit. It's the underworld. Who knows what they would do if they knew?

[Is really REALLY happy but keeping a straight face somehow].

[ruffntumblenut]

...

[Takes a minute to try and fail to do some math]

...Still not enough to pay off whatever we owe them. They'd probably take it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Huh? You owe someone money?

[ruffntumblenut]

We both do. The school.

[Offers the introduction letter.]

[hit_girl_mindy]

[Rereads]

Huh. I just skimmed that. Whatever. I would have come here on my own if they hadn't made a stupid debt anyway.

[ruffntumblenut]

I think coming here was the reason we got this debt in the first place isn't it?

[hit_girl_mindy]

Well whatever. I'm planning to spend the money, not pay off some debt. I can do that later.

[ruffntumblenut]

Hell yeah, who cares about debt! Let's have fun with it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Yeah. Better be careful too, so people don't just think I'm gonna go spend it all like some goddamn bourgois.

[ruffntumblenut]

Right...you wouldn't want to look like one of err...those.

[Damnit Mindy you and your fancy words!!!]

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Fancy pants douche bags."

[gave her a slight wink.]

[ruffntumblenut]

Oh...yeah alright. why didn't you just say that?!

Somehow I don't think anyone would ever confuse you for that. Even if your pants were all shiny and mirror covered.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Because this was way more fun, miss-a-tree-is-stalking-me.

Hey, you'd be surprised! I might be able to pass for high society!

[ruffntumblenut]

But why would you want to?

[hit_girl_mindy]

Camouflage, duh.