Fandom High Dormitories

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!]

Instead of the usual pizza fare, there were also bowls of popcorn. That might be due to the fact that the club heads--meaning Tony--was fiddling with his phone and the point where it had been somehow wired into the DVD player.

DVDs weren’t to be owned when everything was blissfully digital, thank you.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, focus clearly elsewhere. “With Halloween coming up, we were thinking of just having a zombie movie marathon.”

"So on top of the pizza, we have popcorn," Warren added, helpfully, his focus more or less on the meeting at hand. "Well. The popcorn isn't actually on top of the pizza. Though, I guess it could be if you wanted it to be. It would be... kind of weird, but I've had worse."

He'd eaten his girlfriend's cookies. For the health and well-being of the entire student body. He could handle some popcorn pizza.

“Just try not to get sick anywhere,” Tony added, starting up the movie with a proud grin. “So, sit back and enjoy... Dance of the Dead.”

[Please wait for OCD! Zombies!]

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.]