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Club Week! [OPEN]

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Club Week is underway, and now we have booths set up for people to really recruit and get their ideas out there. Several NPC clubs have been set up as well. Plus, once again, if you want to get in on some X-Men team building, now's a great time for it.
WHERE: The school foyer
WHEN: Wednesday after classes
WARNING(S): None. If threads go into warning territory, please make a new post for their continuation

It's about halfway into the second week of school. People are already starting to form friendships, build social circles, and embrace student life on the Xavier campus. The faculty has set up several booths in the foyer after normal classes on Wednesday in order for students to centralize recruiting for their various interest groups. Some familiar names pop up, of course. "Anime Club", "Chess Club", "AV Club", "Soccer Club", "Glee Club", "GSA Club", "Bible Study Club" and others. It's a pretty inclusive school, after all, so why not have a broad representation of interests?

As classes let out, students are encouraged to look around, get involved, and otherwise put forth the foundation of their social lives for the school year. And of course, there's always people looking to put together teams for other purposes, too...

[[ ooc: Feel free to make top levels for your own groups, or just post open top levels with no specific group in mind ]]

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[There's a blonde college kid behind the desk, wearing a stoic expression to hide the fact that she's secretly mortified to be here. There had been a fair amount of interest in her stupid idea, but now she is standing here alone with her more-or-less empty table (there's a nice throw blanket over it to hide the cheap plasticness of the thing, but that's all), and the world looks completely different.]

[Oh, goodness... no one's coming. She can feel it.]

[Toph's just wandering around, asking about the booths and seeing if there's any she's interested in helping out with either in a sponsor capacity or a monetary one (hey, she's loaded and if the club has a good idea but needs supplies Toph is more than happy to foot the bill so the school can focus on important stuff). So come bother her if you have an idea!

Just don't mind Bender. She'll sniff you to death.]

[As a senior, finding a group of students with X-Men interests was important to Arturia. This was the area that she occupied, a binder on the nearest table behind her that she was sharing with other prospective leaders.]

The odds are, at some point in your life, you wanted to be a hero. Perhaps it was the first time you heard of the X-Men and discovered your own mutant abilities. But being a hero is more than just showing off your powers. It is dedication, defending against injustice and, above all, sacrifice.

I am recruiting a team to prepare for my eventual addition to the X-Men. There is a preference for upperclassmen, but if you understand your own abilities and your limitations, I will consider high school underclassmen.

For those of you that do not know, I am Arturia Pendragon - a senior. I am also called Saber. I will answer to either name. If you are interested, please let me know. Allow me to be clear, that I will not be making any final decisions about the team today. Balance is necessary to be effective.

[And she'll repeat this several times throughout the day.]

Edited 2014-09-11 10:31 (UTC)

[Perhaps you'll notice the brunet with the ridiculous wingy hair and flashy yellow shirt. He's juggling a soccer ball around with his feet like a giant hacky sack. It bounces off his knee, head, foot, whatever. Occasionally he'll kick it above his head and spin in place before resuming what he was doing before. If you happen to make eye contact with him, he will smile and suddenly a small, swirling wind will appear around the ball. Or it'll appear to be on fire.

Or perhaps it's that hideously tacky sign on the table behind him. The sign is adorned with the word "SOCCER" in giant, drooping gold glitter, followed by a strange shape in blue glitter which may have been the word "team" at one point. It's clear he used too much glue. Almost every empty space has been filled with an army of soccer ball stickers of various textures and shininess, except for a small corner filled with penguins. Someone, just someone, seemed to have ran out of those balls while making that monstrosity.]

[Koshi has never really seen himself as a captain or a leader. Being the pitcher was already about as much spotlight as he felt comfortable with. But some things you just had to do, for the love of the game.

He's in his ~~ridiculously pastel~~ baseball uniform from his middle school ~~because he barely grew at all~~ and has a bat, tossing a ball up and down. Unlike the soccer club though he can't go hitting it around, so it's just for show. He's got a table, though there's not much decorating - just a big banner saying "BASEBALL" hanging from it and some gloves and balls on it.]

Hey, so who wants to play the greatest sport ever invented? The, what was it, the "All American Pastime"? [Yeah someone taught him that phrase. One guess as to which eagle-winged teacher did.] We're taking players of all ages and skill levels. Never played and want to? Now's your big chance! Want to show off your skill? Well come on over!

[He's surprisingly loud for a shrimp]

[Christelle is looking around with equal parts interest and amusement at the club tables set up. She doesn't remember anything of her school life (not realising she'd never actually been-) and finds the whole experience rather novel, stopping at a few tables to ask the students about the club they've set up.]

[For all the grumbling, complaining, and overly-dire warnings that he dishes out to newcomers, seeing all these new faces has reminded him of something important.]

[However much they annoy him personally is basically irrelevant. The students are not in a world which will be kind to them, and the more of them he can prepare to defend themselves without blowing anyone up or getting hurt themselves the better.]

[So no one had to badger him into attending this event. He's got a little table set up, with a white tablecloth and a simple sign bearing the necessary information: Kendo Club, Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday, 7-9 PM. Staff Sponsor: Toshizou Hijikata ( hatamoto@xavier.edu ). Aside from that, there's little on the table - a book he's reading, and a mug that he occasionally drinks from. A couple of pieces of protective gear are there in case anyone wants to try them out, and two swords lean against the wall behind him. And now... now he waits.]

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[Out in the world, Feliks has made something of a name for himself as a community organizer. He's worked with protest groups on two continents regularly, and is heavily involved with a foundation back in Poland that provides shelters and emergency services for mutant and LGBTQ children and teenagers whose parents won't provide for them, as well as an advocacy group seeking greater acceptance for gender and sexual minorities and mutants in the Catholic church, and the public awareness campaign he started during his high school days at the Institute.]

[So, what great venture has he got planned for his final year as a student?]

[~Join the Costume Club!~ proclaims a gaudy but actually rather professional-looking banner -- it helps when you can make something look precisely the way you imagined it ought to.]

[Feliks has gone all-out with his own clothes for his 'demonstration'. He's wearing a ruffly off-the-shoulder blouse, a strappy brown underbust corset (or, well, it would be underbust if there were any bust to speak of), and a combination of short shorts and loose, diaphonous half-skirt that would be right at home in a Final Fantasy game. He's got rust-orange stockings on under the shorts, high-heeled, over the knee boots with cream colored, Victorian-esque lace detailing, and his hair clipped back on one side with a hairpiece that looks like a bronze-colored, leather rose set on a base of lace and gears, with red and cream-colored feathers off to the side like the trail of a shooting star.]

[On the table, there are an assortment of fashion magazines, old and new, and some costuming-themed books from the library, accompanied with a little sign: See something you like? Ask to try it!]

[...It's his last year, all right? He wants to have some fun, too!]

[Well, no one who knows him is probably greatly surprised to see Fai taking on this role. Possibly the students might not be entirely surprised, what with the occasional skirt or dress, but then again he really just wears those because he thinks they're pretty.

At any rate Fai is perched on the side of a table covered in multicolored glitter and a rainbow flag in silk chiffon. You know, suitably tasteful as always. And if you have to talk about his clothes at all, you'd have to do it in terms of side-laced leather pants and a shirt which was probably spray-painted on. Oh, and he has peacock feathers in his hair, which looks white and pearlescent for today.

He also has a huge bowl full of different pins which are free for the taking, with just about any expression of gender, sexuality, personality that anyone can possibly want, along with a number of different mutant pins. Fai has two attached to his shirt, one with "Pan" and one of a stylized Phoenix, which to no one's great surprise has turned into a symbol of mutant defiance in some circles.

Approach him - or just stand still close to the table for long enough - and he'll happily chat your ears off.]

*Unlike other students looking to make their own X-Team, Maya's plans didn't actually involve leaving the grounds for any world saving reasons. Because, from what she remembers, there was plenty of trouble that saved them the trouble of going out to look for it. Pretty much a sizable portion of the events happened on the school's grounds.*

*Maya was sitting on the table with her brightly colored (in marker) sign for the school defense team. Unlike the standard X-Team uniform colors, she choose a pale yellow and sky blue instead of the darker gold and blue of the uniforms when she started at the school. There were signs outlining several events in the past that would make a current student paranoid, as well as a small list of useful abilities and mutations to help with school defense. Primary to this was, of course, abilities to sense incoming danger (or training to simulate it). After that was being calm under pressure, and being able to get other students to listen to you when a crisis happens. Lead students to the sub-levels, keep students from running out into danger they aren't prepared for, all of that. Third, and this was more a bonus than it was a real requirement, is if you can fight it would be nice to have a few people that can rescue students she (or anyone else) finds trapped. Especially if the X-Men are off base.*

*She planned to do this on her own if she didn't get anyone to sign up, but the help would be appreciated. It'd save her from deputizing anyone while the school is attacked by robot-pirate-zombies-from-the-future looking for Wolverine (law of averages). But hopefully someone will inquire about the positions. Sadly she didn't think to write free cookies on any of the signs to help sell the club.*

[It has been whispered in Yuui's ear that there are students who might be interested in some kind of sewing or crafts club so about half of the table he's set up is dedicated to that. The other half is mostly covered by plates of finger food, along with some easy recipes, promoting the cooking club. He's done his best to keep things diverse but you can still see a slight leaning towards europe and the italian.

He left the sign making to his brother so they're a bit more flashy and glittery than one might expect, but at least they should be eye-catching enough. And while the glitter may be safe and edible Yuui has still taken great care to keep it away from the food. Well, most of it at least. There's one sign each for the two clubs being promoted and a third, slightly more discreet one, encouraging student to come and talk to him if they're in need of a faculty sponsor.

To pass the time between students stopping by Yuui busies himself with making simple macrame bracelets of different sizes, styles and colors which, like the food, are free for the taking even if there's no interest to join either of the clubs offered.]

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