Cheerleader Uniform Crisis!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Now I know those uniforms were in here somewhere," mumbled Frank as she looked around the offices. "I so remember us putting them away at the end of the last term and being like 'we'll totes need these when IMAC starts so don't forget where they are," Frank paused then, looking around the room. She didn't want to admit the very real possibility that she had, inf act, done exactly that. She certainly couldn't recall where they'd put the uniforms now.

Truthfully, it was hard to say whether this was even a legitimate quest. Frank had been approached by Ellen, who happened to be one of her major BFFLEs and all, who had suggested that Frank go and look. Well, actually, Frank had gone to ask Ellen if they wanted to hang out, and Ellen had pointed out the uniform crisis, so Frank had volunteered to go get them.

"Where are they?" Frank wondered again. She looked around the room. It was technically a storage for a lot of various clubs, a giant dusty room shoved near the back of the office section of the school. Frank carefully hopped about, stirring up dust as she went. She spun for a moment, then pointed at a box. Nodding, she bent low and worked it open. Another cloud of dust hit her in the face, leaving Frank coughing and turning away. "Man, I hope they send extra help or something," she mumbled, before turning to look expectantly at the door.

[Cade Carson]

A groan issued from behind a pile of boxes. Suddenly, a guy was visible as he stood up, stretching his muscular arms behind his head with a yawn. Then he noticed the girl looking frantically for something in the same room.

"So you're the noise that woke me up. Alright then." He shook his head.

"Anything I can help you with? You look like you're trying to find something." He shrugged.

"No guarantee I'll know where it is, but I just might. Really depends."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank whirled as she heard someone moving. It appeared to be a boy, a relatively cute boy, and one who had elected to apparently sleep in the club store room. That was a little weird, not that Frank noticed it much.

"I'm always the noise that wakes people up!" Frank chirped, clapping her hands and hopping for a moment. She stared at the guy as he shook his head, tilting her head to the side. "Axxxxssshully," she said, dragging the word out and wiggling a bit, "I'm looking for the cheerleader uniforms! Buuut, I doubt that you'd know where those are, unless you've been living here for a while."

Frank practically skipped up to the guy, stopping and looking him over. "I don't remember seeing you around or anything, and I usually run into just about everybody, so maybe you have been living here. Well, hello random storage room dweller, I'm Frank," she extended a hand, "great tameetcha!"

[Cade Carson]

This girl was like his opposite. Despite that fact, Cade found it neat. She mentioned that she was looking for the cheerleader's uniforms and he scratched behind his head.

"There's the desk drawer over there they might be in. You know, organized or whatever." He...might have been the one to organize them. He wasn't about to mention that for fear people thought he was a pervert. Yes, he appreciated cheerleaders. However, the outfit had to be worn. He just liked to be organized sometimes.

"And no, I don't live in this room. I've been around. But I'm one of the college students so we probably don't cross paths that much." He shook her hand. It seemed like she was so full of energy it might very well transfer and wake him up like a caffeine rush.

"Name's Cade. Did you drink lots of coffee or something?" If Cade wanted to know something, he spoke his mind. It was just an innocent question after all, and it was accompanied by a smile.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank spun as Cade mentioned the whole drawer thing. That struck her as being a weird place to put uniforms, but then again, she didn't exactly live in a store room, so she wasn't one to judge. "That seems like a weird place to put them," she couldn't help but comment, working her way over there. "But it does sound a lot neater than just putting them in boxes like everything else, huh? Oh, and I totes hang out with all the college students too. Don't I look like a college student?" she paused, turning to pose to him, her hands on her hips. Yeah, she still wore the uniform and all, but literally everyone was required to wear the uniforms anymore, so that really didn't mean anything.

"Plus, I'm like totally---what? Nah, I don't really like coffee all that much," she said, barely even pausing to switch gears mid conversation flow, "I'm actually just like this most of the time. I do eat lots of sugar and candy and stuff but that's mostly 'cuz I always gotta eat and all, part of the power," she added another shrug, turning to look for the drawer for about five seconds before turning back, "though I totally do these really good Japanese energy drinks that are sort of banned in the US for some reason and all," she turned back, then stopped, putting her hands on her hips. "Where did that drawer go..."

[Cade Carson]

"Well, I don't really hang out with the other college students much either. Not that popular. Plus, I don't have time with my courses and tending to problems my powers cause." Then she mentioned about the Japanese energy drinks and he put a hand over his mouth to try to conceal his laugh. It came out anyways. His eyes danced with humour too. She was fun just to watch, really. He took his hand away from his mouth to point at the drawer, but the easy smile stayed.

"Right there. So what's your superpower. Superspeed? Sorry. It's just...you have so much energy and I'm kind of jealous. I have next to none myself." Cade wondered what it was like when she crashed from all that sugar and the energy drinks.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Awww, you totally just need to come to the right stuff and all! I'll totally be your friend and jazz. I'd suggest we hook up and all, but I'm kinda flirting with a really cute stablehand and I'm not sure what's going on there and we did just meet and--where are those uniforms?" Frank turned and opened up a nearby box, obviously having forgotten about the earlier suggestion of the cabinet. Soon she was digging through, coming up wearing what appeared to be a marching band hat.

She tilted her head, and by extension the impressively tall hat, to the side as Cade attempted to guess her power. Said guesses had Frank giggled and waving her hand in a sort of "oh you" gesture. "That's what everyone says! Like my power is zipping around or talking a bunch or something. But it'st totes not! Thiiiiis," she rolled her hands about in a circle, indicating herself, "this is just all Frank Cox. No, my power issssss," and she leaned over, reaching down to take an impressive bite out of a nearby box. She pulled it up, and soon started chewing, obviously having little problem scarfing down the cardboard.

She finished with an overly comedic burp, tapping her chest, which disturbed the hat atop her head a little. "See," she said, adding another more realistic burp which sent a few flecks of cardboard, "ugh, taste like dust, but yeah, I can, like, eat anything," Frank grinned and nodded, before digging into the box she'd just opened with her teeth.

[Cade Carson]

He chuckled when she mentioned the stable boy.

"Ah how cliche. Flirting with the stable hand." He shrugged.

"It might not have been a great idea anyways. I don't usually follow rules, but I am technically staff. Of course it's just lowly recruiter but still." He still wondered how old she was though. It was very hard to guess and pin down. When she explained her power and said that she could eat anything, he arched an eyebrow.

"Eat anything? As in...your power is the stomach of a teenage boy?" That was kind of a lame mutation to get.

"I can manipulate my cells. So I can make myself stronger, faster or whatever. But I get sleepy. Which is kind of why I'm jealous of your energy, and also why I was sleeping in here. I was organizing stuff and fell asleep." He shrugged.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I know! I actually did the whole 'I'm hurt, come nurture me and tend to my wounds' and he was all 'as you wish' and I was all like 'you're hawt, you should take off our shirt,' and he was all 'as you wish' and my heart just went boom boom boom," she giggled and then dug around a bit more into the box, burrowing through uniforms that sort of flopped and fell all about her. She could hear his bit about being a recruiter and all, but Frank knew that a couple of college students did some work with that. She had a bunch of friends who worked on it.

"Nonononono," she said, popping her head back up and shaking it. "That's not, well, your power is super cool and all but kinda weird, but no, I can, like, literally eat anything and digest it and stuff. Like," she pointed at the cabinet, "I could totally eat that. Or plastic. Or, like, anything. Some stuff's still kinda hard to chew and, like, most plastic tastes, y'know," she rolled her eyes, "like plastic, but still. And if you're sleepy, I could totally get you some of those energy drinks and stuff. I know a guy.

"Aaaaaand it's not here!" Frank chirped, before hopping over to the next box, which actually happened to be a rather decent sized tupperware container, which Frank attacked with all the ferocity of an animated chipmunk.

[Cade Carson]

"So you're a Princess Bride fan huh?" He smirked. He enjoyed his fair share of movies. Princess Bride was even one of the few he had managed to stay awake throughout. And since it wasn't really known as only a chick flick, he could mention it. She was bouncing around in the conversation, but it wasn't too hard for him to follow. So she could eat anything.

"That's neat. So more like a survivalist power. And no, energy drinks wouldn't help. They'd just make me crash harder. I might end up sleeping more. Although if I ever have an exam, I might take you up on that." When she chirped about it not being there, he smiled. She was energetic and...he found it cute. That came as a shock to him, since he only really looked at the really hot girls. Like, supermodel hot. But she was hot in her own right too. And now Cade was arguing with himself. That was productive.

"Still haven't checked the desk drawer, have you?" Cade chuckled.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank tilted her head to the side. "Princess what?" she repeated. Being Frank, she didn't dwell on the thought for long, instead nodding along with Cade's assessment of her power. "That's right!" she chirped. "Though it's a little harder than you'd think and stuff. Like, I got kidnapped by those SPECTRE creeps and thrown in a steel room and stuff and they just kinda starved me and it really really sucked but I totally managed to at least somewhat survive because of my willpower and stuff but that was a while ago and whaddaya mean desk drawer?"

Because that last bit had come up almost in mid-stream of Frank's conversation (which she found happened fairly often with her, mostly because her mouth never seemed to really stop moving. She twisted around several times, staring and looking as she went, which sort of looked like a dog chasing its tail if said dog were more interested in looking at boxes as opposed to actually following its own butt. Her turning took her back to Cade.

"Why would all the cheerleader uniforms be tucked away in a desk drawer?" she asked, then crossed her arms over her chest and raised a brow. "Hmm? That sounds really suspicious... or, or," she unfolded her arms, obviously getting excited, "maybe there's, like, a key in the desk that unlocks a cabinet that then gets us into a crowbar which lets us pry open THAT CHEST!" Frank turned and pointed at a locked chest and ran toward it, looking almost manic and obviously caught up in her own imaginings.

[Cade Carson]

So she didn't know the Princess Bride. That was hard to believe considering all the 'As you wish' sentences that she had said about a stable hand. But whatever.

"Kidnapped by SPECTRE? That must've sucked. I might have fallen asleep. I could sleep through a nuclear disaster unfortunately." She looked around, and...wow she had a short attention span. And then she pointed to the chest and he looked at it, unblinking for a moment.

"When the hell did that get there? It's almost like someone's controlling our lives and the world and putting really unexpected things in our way to make things interesting...NAH."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank nodded solemnly as Cade mentioned the SPECTRE thing. "It totally sucked. Like, I got kidnapped and some other people got kidnapped and there was shooting and it just sucked," she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, clearly displeased with the whole situation. Then she was right back on the chest, this time sort of crawling over it like some kind of monster ripped right out of a tabletop gaming manual.

When Cade spoke, Frank looked up though, considering. "You know, I've sometimes wondered about stuff like that, but it feels all deep and stuff, so I don't like to think about it all that often. I think mine would probably be called Fate or something though. Sounds cool, right?" Frank nodded and then tapped the chest again. "You wanna see what's in this chest thing? Huh? Maybe we'll find the uniforms! Or a treasure map! Or fake booty!"

And Frank began rocking the chest back and forth, humming a song that sounded a bit like a sea shanty, or maybe the tune from Pirates of the Caribbean. "Heeeeey, you don't suppose Johnny Depp's in here, do you?" she asked, tapping the chest and looking curiously at her partner in crime.

[Cade Carson]

Cade considered what his might be named if that were the case. With his luck, he'd be controlled by an ex. That would explain his rotten luck anyways. When she approached the chest and started guessing, he shrugged.

"Depends on what kind of fake booty you're talking about. For all we know, a drag queen's padded ass could be kept in there." He shook his head at the thought.

"I don't think Johnny Depp is in there. Although I wouldn't put it past our crazy librarian to be snuggled in there talking about ducks. That wouldn't really surprise me at all." Cade laughed.

"That guy's kind of nuts. He gives normal librarians a bad name."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Hey, that kinda fake booty would be super awesome!" Frank argued, waving a hand at Cade in a strange, circular gesture and flicking her fingers a few more times. She thumped against the chest and sort of crawled about it, poking and prodding. "Yeah, Johnny Depp's probably not in here, which kinda sucks and all, but that doesn't mean something equally cool and not related at all to librarians is in here."

Frank gave it a few more pats before pulling herself atop it. She folded her legs into the traditional "Indian style" seating, wrapping one above the other, and put her hands there to hold it. Then Frank started rocking back and forth. "Soooo, you think I should, like, just eat the lock or something? Or do we got a key around here somewheres?" Frank then looked around, though of course without breaking position, because that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.