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Lunch. Yeah, lunch. Typical noisy cafeteria setting, where Roch was towards the center of the room, sitting in his usual spot a seat down from Nahm (they needed table space, man, TABLE SPACE) and munching down as he played around with an idea that he'd been thinking about for a while.

A game. An awesome game. "Okay," he said as he finished his meal and sat back. "I got an idea, man. A GREAT idea. An idea unlike any other!" In other words it was probably going to be seriously stupid.

"A game of tag!" Roch said. No doubt half the cafeteria sweat dropped or face palmed at that statement, had they been listening. "But not just any game, man. There should be repercussions! Like... whoever's 'it' at the end of the day has to do somethin' horrible. And if they're 'it' two days in a row, somethin' even worse! Like... I dunno, giving the lunchlady a scarentines gift, or calling up someone at random and singin' to them," he said, grinning.

"But there's gotta be a way to identify the guy that's 'it'," he said, thinking seriously on this utterly ridiculous idea.

"Abso-jackin-lutely," Roch agreed. "And you can't hide it completely. It's gotta be somewhere that people can see it if they're lookin," he declared. "And we need to keep track of how long the guy's been it. Then like, the first day of the week we start the game over again, or keep goin' and it gets worse and worse." He frowned, thinking about it more.

"Y'think?" Roch said, grinning. "Hell, I bet a couple of people would play! But before that--" He leaned down, pulling his ratty looking backpack out from under the table, digging out a ratty looking notebook. "Let's come up with some dares before we even start," he said, flipping it open.

"First, the phone call serenade," he said, jotting it down. "Then the gift for a professor, then... streakin' through campus in a ridiculous outfit--think a skirt would be good?" he asked.

Roch choked, jotting down the ideas he was given and leaving the numbering for later. "We need some sort of reward for NOT bein' it for long," he said. "Cash? Food? What could we pull off that people would want? The person that spent the longest time as it as their personal slave for the day?" he offered. Yes, he was a sneaky b*****d and had no plans on being it for long.

Devious punk was devious.

"SLAVERY IS BAD!" Danny chimed in from somewhere a few feet behind them. Of course, as a demon she really had no place to talk, but it came out of her mouth just the same. She had her own sandwich in hand, but Roch's pile of food looked great. Considering they were a few feet from each other, Danny took the "seat" in between them.

The fiery ghoul took a fry from Roch's big plate and started munching. "What're we talkin' 'bout here?" she asked, ruffling Roch's mohawk a little because she knew he hated it, and shooting a look at Nahm.

"Not slavery forever, Danny," Nahm explained. "Just someone's gotta do what someone else says for a day. That's all." He chuckled. "Tag with consequences, see. It'll be awesome. We just gotta get more players so we can do it right."

He stared at Roch. Then he reached over and snagged a fry off Roch's plate as Danny had just done, grinning wickedly.

"WOULD YOU TWO QUIT STEALIN' MY FRIES??" Roch bellowed, jerking them away from the other two and giving them a dark, angry look.


Then he promptly started scarfing down the rest of his food so they couldn't get it. So mature, bro, sooo mature.