fandomhighdorms | Second floor stairs to First Floor Lobby, afternoon

Simon, being said thin air she was talking to, really had only one way to answer that question while he was invisible.

And that was to let go of the campaign message light pattern he'd been hanging up so it could be seen from the lobby. No longer affected by his power, the glow sticks and chili lights rippled back into being visible.

Yes, he'd got it secure.

"YES!" Kenzi punched the air in glee, and did her little victory dance. "Let's see them top *this* for visibility!" She beamed at Simon, then considered. "There's got to be away to hide you so it's bigger surprise, when it's visible again. Hmm. Maybe hanging onto the power cord, and backing further away?"

VOTE WES
LIGHT UP YOUR WORLD
The Best!
For Senior StuCo Rep
Elect Wes '11

Edited 2011-09-05 20:13 (UTC)

"I'm not going to stand here all day," Simon pointed out. Even as he took hold of the power cord and backed away some, yes. "I'm not a light switch."

"I know, I promise," Kenzi placated. "If nobody comes by in ten minutes, we get food, that cool?" She grinned at him. "Thank you!" She tilted her head. "Do you think it's big enough?

Neon red-and-yellow, in a marquee style, flashing on and off.

Simon looked at the sign. Then, in the deadpan way he generally reserved for Nathan's various shows of obliviousness, he said, "Yes, I think it's big enough."

"I could've made it bigger," Kenzi fretted. "But. It's not like we need it to last forever or anything, right?" She grinned, then perched on the back of one of the couches. "I wonder if Wes knows I nominated him yet. I'm pretty sure I heard he talked to Quinn about the StuCo thing already."

"... You nominated him?" No, Simon hadn't known that. He tilted his head, and frowned. "But, aren't you supposed to nominate yourself? With... an essay?"

Or something. He wasn't sure what the procedure was.

"There's a form. With all the stuff about who you are and why you're qualified and what kind of good things you'll do. I didn't even have to make anything up!"

Not really the point there.

"But... shouldn't he have done that himself?"

Oh, he'd learn.

"He was going to miss the deadline," Kenzi lied with a straight face. "He was moping and I totally knew he forgot. He did this last year. So I just did him a favor and turned it in. I'm sure he'll be grateful."

"Oh." Yeah, he wasn't really sure he should believe that. But he didn't want to accuse her of lying, either. ~~He'd save that for later.~~ "But do you think he'll like a sign like this?"

"Hmmmm. Well, it's shiny. It's to the point. It'll catch attention." It was garish and gaudy and Kenzi looooved it for that. "Why not?"

"It's... very loud. Bright." A complete and utter eyesore. Still, she'd wanted him to hang it up and he had, because it was nice to be wanted. "But it'll catch everyone's attention, yes."

"That's what's needed." Kenzi beamed. "You so get fries or onion rings for helping on this. Or chips. Chips? You and Wes have that British thing in common."

"Maybe chips and onion rings," he suggested with a quick smile. "He's British too?"

"Uh-hunh! He went to some academy for monster-fighting, he's a real brain," Kenzi said, tilting the edge of the light set-up juuust a little. "So he knew all this weird stuff when I got here, to explain it. Plus he believed me when I told him about this ... incident that happened, back in Canada." She nodded soberly. "He's a good big sib."

He was! And he shouldn't be mopey! See, it was all good.

"Mine left, already," Simon replied, nodding. "M-my big sibling, I mean. She was good too. But I don't know if I woud've done --" He glanced at the sign again. "-- all this, for her."

"Well, Wes needs cheering up." He did! And this would definitely wake him up! "And he's cooler than Quinn. So that works."

"Who's Quinn?"

Simon... didn't know too many people, no.

"Another senior. Cheerleader type. Not too bad," Kenzi said, voice careless. She smirked a little. "Too tightly wound, though."

Simon may have heard those words about himself a few times – 'tightly wound', not 'cheerleader type', obviously – and he looked a little awkward there, just for a second or two.

"Oh."

He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he fiddled with the lights some more.

So this mystery nomination thing had been an utter surprise to Wesley at first, but yesterday he thought he'd figured it out.

And then he happened to stumble upon this. Why was he only moderately surprised?

"...Dear lord, Kenzi, what on earth are you doing?"

[[You know the drill, SP-palooza! But come on.]]

Edited 2011-09-05 20:31 (UTC)

[*cackle*]

Kenzi's eyes widened, and she waved her arms dramatically at Simon to try and cue him to concealment. "Wait wait for it wait!"

...a little way too late, of course.

Yeah, unfortunately Wesley had seen the whole thing. He was fairly horrified.

Okay. There was a moment of temple-massaging. Then:

"Is there a reason," he asked slowly, "that you felt the need to do this?"

Besides funsies.

Yeah, Simon hadn't had a chance to make anything disappear, not with that little warning. He looked a little sheepish.

"This is all her," he said from the stairs, just in case. "Her idea."

"Ah!" Okay, that was... fair. Kenzi grinned at Wes and said, "Let the best man win?"

"You're aware, I trust," he clarified, "that I didn't actually want to campaign this year?"

Wesley didn't actually sound mad at this point -- just a bit tired. LIKE HE NEEDED THIS NOW.

And Simon? Was going to level a look at Kenzi now.

She'd said Wesley wanted to campaign!

Edited 2011-09-05 20:49 (UTC)

She'd said Wesley wanted to be elected. "That's why I'm campaigning *for* you. See, this way you get elected without doing any of the work!" Wait. "Any of the public relations work," she clarified.

She sent Simon a wide-eyed look. What? I'm right here! If you have a question!

Wesley facepalmed. Why couldn't he have gotten another calm, studious little sib like Freddie? ~~Because the Little Sib gods had wanted to light up his life, that's why. No offense, Freddie.~~

"I appreciate you support," he said dryly. "Did it occur to you that you're driving two innocent girls into a competitive wreck in the process?"

Of course. That was the point! Duh.

Yeah, Simon was just going to be staring some more, and considering invisibility after all. Lost for words for the moment.

Seriously, what was Kenzi doing, actually?

A good deed! For everyone! "Two of them? Really?" She beamed. "I just thought Quinn needed to step up her game, and could use some competition... I mean." Um. Ummmmm. "It's not like I can make you do anything, Wes. If you hate it, I can't make you go to the StuCo meetings and eat take-out."

See! Free will! Or something.

[and I must flee, but back to continue this later tonight]

Sigh! Sigh sigh sigh.

"It may be too late for that at this point," he said, and now he was running a hand through his hair like this was the world's most difficult problem or something. (Well. It was Kenzi.) "As I've promised Quinn I'll ally with her for the duration of the campaign."

It was to stop blood being shed! Really! Though seriously, Wes, that had NOT fit at all with Kenzi's plan.

Simon, however, was getting a free pass on account of the fact that Wes could see that he wanted about as much to do with this as he did. He offered the other boy a slightly sympathetic look.

Edited 2011-09-05 21:13 (UTC)

He was getting one back, though it was a whole lot more awkard. "I'm sorry," Simon even said. "I should... go."

Because yes, awkward. And not really his business.

"You're welcome to," Wesley said to relieve him of the awkwardness, then added, "Thank you for the, er. Lights."

Not that he had wanted them in the first place, but it was hard to ditch the politeness, especially around another English kid.

Yes, Simon wasn't quite as... posh as Wesley, but he was polite and quiet by nature, so it was natural to say, "You're welcome."

Even if it felt weird to say about something the other boy clearly hadn't wanted. Oh well. Simon gave Kenzi a brief nod, then went on his way to go upstairs to his room.

He'd talk to Kenzi about this more later.

Edited 2011-09-05 21:49 (UTC)

"Chips! Onion rings," Kenzi called after him. Hey, he deserved them.

Then back to Wes. "You're doing what with Quinn?" Hey now! That was not the plan!

Wesley was smirking now, because, hey. One-up on Kenzi. Always nice.

"We decided it would be mutually beneficial to form a single party," he explained. A bit primly, because this was smug Wes. What could you expect? "I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

He wasn't.

"You are no fun," Kenzi pouted at him, tilting her head back to sigh at the ceiling. See what she had to deal with?

...wait. He was still running. Single party or not. "So I can still do this stuff. Cool!" And that meant there was some other girl to spin into a tizzy with this.

Wesley sighed. Thought about it. Then waved a hand.

"Oh, all right, I suppose."

He turned to go, then doubled back to add, "Though 'Wes' and 'best' don't actually rhyme, I hope you know."

It was important!

"But it works with the badass thing. It's that, what you call it... alliteration!" Aha, see, she remembered. "Do I claim to be Shakespeare? Should I be saying 'Wes is Bless'?"

"Dear lord, no," Wesley said quickly. Whether it was the prospect of the humiliation or the lecture he'd get from Quinn that acted as the deterrent, he did not know. But seriously. NO.

Then the part about the badass angle hit, and his eyes went wide.

"Oh," he said, straightening his collar slightly. "Well. Thank you."

"Welcome!" See! She knew he'd be grateful eventually! "...you're still going to teach me to shoot, right?"

Look pitiful. Hide the gleam of yet more ideas.

Sigh.

"Yes, all right." It was at least more intellectually stimulating than sleeping, at any rate. He did hope she'd be a bit better at it than Percy had been. "When would you like to do that?"

"Is Wednesday okay? After classes?" Kenzi looked hopeful. "I don't have classes any time after that, though. So it's all good, but I have to work Thursday night."

Sigh.

"Fine, fine," he agreed. "Do try not to kill us all, would you?"

But that was mostly good-natured. She had to be a better shot than some others he'd worked with ~~Percy~~, so he wasn't terribly worried.

Kenzi grinned. "Just the bad guys and the monsters, Wes."

Oh, she would so be a better shot than ~~PERCY!~~ some people.

"Good," he said, nodding in satisfaction. "Well. Wednesday, then."

With a nod in her direction, he was off, hoping all the while that he would wake up in the morning to find the maintenance workers taking down the lights. Really. Please.

Meanwhile, Kenzi was trying to work out how to bribe the weird janitor guy to leave them up.

Maybe he liked coffee?

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