Issue 1 Downtime

((open thread, undetermined point in time))

A bored looking Riot is playing solitaire in the common room. She sighs. She really needed to make more friends. If only people weren't so awful all the time.

"Hey hottie, wassup?"

"j0, bitch," Riot says. "Nothing. Goddamn nothing."

She makes a frustrated noise, mussing up her hair.

"I am so bored."

"God me too. We should do something."

"Ya rly," Riot says. "Too bad we don't have more peeps. We could totes get wasted and play cards."

"I haven't gotten super drunk since last year."

"Sounds like a story," Riot says.

"I made out with a ghost-turned-demon in the library. And possibly other things later in my room. I'm kind of hazy on that part."

"That's pretty frickin' hot," Riot says.

"It was very, very awkward the next day..."

"Did ya like it?" Riot asks "Making out with a girl, I mean. Not the awkward bit."

"No one likes that bit."

"Was kinda weird...but fun after a while? I guess? I dunno."

"Don't get any ideas about liquoring me up and repeating it," she smirked at Riot.

"NP, I prefer to fuck sober girls," Riot says with a snicker.

"I just made out...I think...."

"I'll bet you made out. With her **************** and ****, taking your **** and **** until the two of you ****," Riot says with a snicker.

This post has been left to the imagination to deliberately make it more filthy.

Hayley's eyes were wide. "How do you even...what...what the hell kind of shit do you watch online?"

"LOL, jk," Riot says with a smirk. "And I only check out the best bits of the web."

"I've seen the shit you text me. I think we have different definitions of 'best,'" she smirked.

"Yeah. I have the awesome definition and you have the lame one," Riot says.

"No. Octopi do *not* belong in those places."

"Prude," Riot says.

"Bitch," she stuck her tongue out at Riot.

"So. Really though. WTF are we going to do to solve our boredom?"

Haley looked like she had an idea. "Oh. Let me practice something on you, okay? She started rummaging through her small purse before retrieving what looked like one of those fake credit cards that companies send you to tell you you're pre-approved for a new fabulous line of credit with them.

"Here's my ID, Mr. Liquor Store Owner," she smiled innocently, holding the card out for inspection.

Assuming Riot wasn't immune to telepathic suggestion, It looked like a Texas driver's license of someone over 18, and seemed pretty accurate...except her picture was upside down, and all of the text on the card other than the state logo and name was in webdings font.

And that's when their ticket to anywhere they wanted to go (assuming he knew where it was) walked in. "Oh, hey Haley," Paul said, turning slightly red as various thoughts he may have thought himself or may have been previously led to went through his mind.

"Hey cutie," she winked at Paul.

"Ooooh! Riot! I think I found what we're gonna do to solve our boredom!"

Paul froze at that, alarm bells going off in his head. Does she mean... "Wait, what?"

"Well. You can go like. Anywhere, right?" she said, ignoring his concern over her probably unintentional double-entendre (she wasn't grinning evilly about it at least, not yet).

"Well I... yeah, sort of. Why?" How can someone feel relieved and disappointed all at once? He wasn't sure, but he still did!

"We're bored and we wanna go somewhere cool," she grinned.

"Oh, okay. Um... where do you want to go, then?"

"Wherever. As long as it's fun," RIot says, suddenly looking a bit evasive and awkward.

"I dunno...any suggestions? We could go to a beach, go to London and hang out....hell anything."

"I... don't know if there are any beaches that're good this time of year. I think I could get us to London, though," he admitted.

"Let's go to London then," she grinned, "we could go shopping, or get food, or try and make those palace guard guys laugh.

"F'cking awesome," Riot says. "I'm t-t-totes gonna try licking one of those fuzzy headed fuckers."

She snickers, flexing her fingers.

Paul was just smiling and getting ready to say something when Riot let out that little gem. He glanced uncertainly at Haley. "Are we going to get arrested?"

"No touching them, Riot. We don't want the cops coming after us. And if you try anyway, I'll screw up your brain and make you want to throw up every time you look at your computer," she bluffed.

"Sp-spoilsport," Riot grumbles.

"We're going to London without a teacher watching our every move. This will still be awesome," she reassured Riot.

"For serious," Riot agrees.

"All right. As long as we're not going to get arrested," Paul agreed. He thought a minute, went through the (limited) list of places he could get them in London. "I'm... uh... give me a minute to find you a good place to come through? Make sure the coast is clear?"