119: Losing One’s Student ID

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119: Losing One’s Student ID Once the theatrical performances began, Nyssa and Celeste snapped back awake, sitting upright as they watched from above. Others, once they saw the pair of them on the roof, came to join—but they had already claimed the prime viewing position. Flames came jetting out of a student’s hand, propelling them into a somersaulting flip and carrying them over the spikes placed in the center of the stage. @@@@ ““Oughhhhhhhhh!!!”” A wave of cheers resembling a gorilla’s call filled the air as the students gathered in the humanities building’s central area mushed together to try and gain a better view. Some windows on the humanities building had also been pried open, with the more resourceful students using them as pseudo-private boxes to get the aristocratic experience. With two streams of fire shooting out over the crowd—and then dissipating into a sparkler-like shower—Nyssa leaned over and whispered into Celeste’s ear. “I can’t be the only one who feels like they look like a living amoeba... Like they move and shift around in their little groups and bounce off each other, well not really, but you see what I’m saying?” She pointed downward. The group she pointed at consisted of three friends. Lost in conversation, they danced to the music being sung by the performing. Without any clear markers on the grass, they wandered, coming into slow contact with the group next to them. First, one of the girls bumped backs with a guy. They turned, they apologized, and the groups separated once more. “I can see it...” Celeste squinted at the group while stroking her chin. She tilted her chin left and right, leaning backward and forward a couple times before nodding. “Yeah, I get what you’re saying.” Nyssa hummed an agreement laced with a slight tinge of smugness before closing her eyes and leaning on Celeste’s shoulder. The piano started for the next piece, its quiet notes bringing a hush over the crowd as its delicate chord progression struck a mournful tone. Together, they swayed left and right as the singer began her melancholic love ballad. Celeste pantomimed the arpeggios with her hands as Nyssa just savored the melody and lyrics, mouthing the few parts she recognized. “Student IDs please, we need to make sure you’re on the invite list,” the rightmost staff member tapped a pen against a clipboard. ““One second,”” Celeste and Nyssa answered in unison before noticing a certain pair, Ryker and Electra, also digging through their bags for student IDs. Finding their student cards before their upperclassmen did, Celeste and Nyssa handed over their cards to get scanned before passing through the checkpoint without a fuss. Standing in the doorway, they watched as Ryker began a stream of cuss words. Each started with “Fu-” or “Shi-” and didn’t paint a kind picture of past-Ryker who packed present-Ryker’s bag. Electra, on the other hand, began sparking with electricity as she began digging through the bag at a speed faster than the human eye. “Yeah, I don’t know what’s with those two, I always just keep mine in my pocket...” A tired voice jumpscared Celeste and Nyssa from behind. Whirling around, they smiled. “Oh hi, Olivia, didn’t realize you were invited too.” “I’m kinda getting treated as a Class Zero student now that I’ve given a verbal confirmation that I’ll be joining the graduate division... so I guess maybe that... or maybe it’s because I’m mildly famous. My family’s known after all, and I’m this generation’s most prominent contractor,” Olivia shrugged. Her next words though, ended up getting swallowed as she watched Nyssa and Celeste look around. “Alecto’s staying in my mind today, she doesn’t like these types of formal events.” “Oh... that makes sense,” Nyssa tapped her chin, stopping her searching and looking back towards Olivia. “Do the angels like them then?” “... Not really, I don’t think anyone does. They get objectified too much and treated like tools,” Olivia motioned for them to walk inward. “We shouldn’t stand by the doorway though. We’re not blocking those two since they can’t find their IDs, but more guests are coming. Come get some food with me.” “Smart smart...” “My nap though...”

119: Losing One’s Student ID

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