Fandom High Dormitories

When the frat gathered today, they'd probably notice, before anything else, that the pizza boxes were piled slightly higher than usual on table that Warren had set up outside, there was coffee sitting right along with the soft drinks, and that Warren was looking a little more antsy than he generally did, pacing around until it was time for the meeting to get started.

A little bit of the tiny him in tights over the weekend might have rubbed off, some. The bit that really just wanted to be doing something.

"I don't know if any of you haven't ever heard of baseball," he ventured, turning on his heel and heading back the other way. "Or played catch or anything like that. But after the weekend," which he wasn't sharing details about, so help him, "I figured maybe some of us would like to blow off a little steam. And, I mean, we could go back inside to play video games. It isn't like we don't have plenty of those. But it's kind of starting to look like spring out here, and... Yeah, I'll admit I always kind of wanted to try to hit a ball with a stick and see how far it goes."

That would be the rich winged kid admitting that he'd never played baseball before, yes.

"So there are a few baseballs, some bats, and enough gloves for everyone," he continued. "You guys can do whatever you want with them. Throw the ball back and forth, pitch and try to hit. I don't think we have enough guys for an actual game, but you're all welcome to try to make something up as you go."

Just so long as nobody got clocked upside the head with a bat or ball, Warren figured that this was a totally okay sort of activity for the fraternity to do in the wake of another weird weekend, yes.

Sometimes, Fandom's fraternity leaders liked to have nice, easy, low-key frat meetings, like the ones with the video games or the zombie movie marathon.

Sometimes, they liked to do more exciting things, like that one week with the go-karts.

And then there were weeks like this one. Weeks where both leaders had found themselves punching the crap out of things, and the mood kind of had a weird way of carrying over. That was why the frat boys were meeting at the gym today. That was why there was padding set out for all and sundry. That was why there were lanes marked off around the periphery of the gym. And that was why each boy who came in for the meeting today was being sized up for rollerskates and helmets.

Tony still had a colorful, but fading bruise covering half his face, but was grinning like a loon over the rollerskates. Because someone had weird likes. “Today we’re going to give a shot at a roller derby,” he said cheerfully. “Which, for those who don’t know what it is, is a little like bumper cars without the safety of the car.”

Why yes, yes he was insane.

"Essentially," Warren chimed in, also blissfully insane, "you skate around the track and try to knock people off of it. So, if you're going to be participating, you had better be wearing the safety gear. I mean, I am." And he had a healing factor. The rest of you probably weren't so lucky. "This is supposedly mostly a girls' sport. But I'm willing to bet that we can handle it too, huh?"

Yes. Yes, he was totally appealing to manly ego. Warren was a cheater like that.

[Open frat!]

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]