[Action] [Backdated to Saturday daytime]

[bestamontillado]

[You'd think things would be peaceful on the day off. You really would.]

[Hell, Spade was damn well hoping they'd be peaceful, and was trying to just get out to somewhere on the grounds that was quiet and didn't have people around.]

[But no, there was no such luck; he wasn't even going to really get far from the dorm building without running into a few of the more ... Jock NPC's.]

[Which meant that anyone going out today is going to find one thin and fairly short teenager currently backed up against a wall with a good four of the school "tough guys" jittering between "a little afraid" and "threatening" while one of them is actively cornering him; there's an awful lot of posturing going on for someone twice his size, and Spade is almost as much focused on NOT melting the walls right now.]

What, is that it? Not even going to say anything after all that talk in class?

[Welp. The walls are not, in fact, melting.]

I'm not afraid of you, freak!

[Aaaaand that's one possibly not well advised move to grab Spade by the front of his shirt.]

[Depending on when any interference happens, it might be hard to tell who actually needs rescuing here. Anyone want to possibly prevent a mini-re-enactment of Carrie?]

[action/audio, pre-dawn]

[movingforces]

[Have you ever been awakened by the sound of something made of glass doing her level best to scream? Unfortunately this isn't the first time Tris has awakened to that particular sound, but she's never found it particularly welcome. The weather-witch takes a moment to check the time on her blackberry, bleary-eyed and holding the thing literally almost against her face. This is when she accidentally triggers the broadcast, but she sets it down. Audio it is!

Yes, god, that is some awful glass-screeching.

Tris shoves her glasses on her face, sitting up and trying to figure out what has Chime so- well, alarmed. It doesn't take much, considering the dragon is circling over Spade's bed, looking for all the world like she's more than just thinking about attacking him.

Tris buries her face in her hands and lets out a long-suffering groan.]

Chime, get back here, like as not we've just been given a new roommate or something. You remember Chrome, right?