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Student Art Fair, Friday afternoon, Dorms Front Lawn

Since it was set to be a nice day, the Art Fair was laid out on the front lawn of the dorms.

When people entered, they were greeted with a selection of tissue paper flowers in colorful - mainly blue - vases. Beyond that, there was a number of displays from the various participating classes.

The Student Art Fair was open.

[OOC: Students with projects should start a subthread under their class for their project containing a description or link to a picture of their project. GOB's students should just get in place and perform for however long they want to. They are free to come and go.

Conversations in general areas should go under the General Conversation subthreads. Confusing, yes? Actual viewing and commenting on the different projects should go under the student's subthreads.

Have fun and enjoy the art! I'm turning notifications off but you can ping me in the OOC thread or via e-mail if you need to catch my attention.]

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"Yeah, I guess you got art fair stuff to do and I shouldn't hang around . . ." Jude looked slightly less mellow for a moment. "Hey, Setsuna, can I ask ya somethin'?"

She's still too kind of bubbly to really be phased by thoughts of what it might be, although there is a minor falter and a sharpened blush. Her throat tightens just a little bit, so the words are a little slow. "Sure, Jude. You can ask me anything."

"Are we - I mean, do you - that is, uh . . ." Jude trailed off, looking at the table before tentatively looking back up at her. "Sakurazaki Setsuna - d'you wanna be my girlfriend?"

In all honestly, Sakurazaki wasn't exactly sure what shocked her more: his question or the fact that, when he asked it, he used the Japanese form of her name. It definately helped endear her to the idea. As if he actually needed the help there. But...but she couldn't be someone's girlfriend, could she? There was significant arm flailing in her head, which she managed to physically quell by scratching at the back of her neck, eyes drifting up as blushing overwhelms her and she feels like her heart's going to burst through her chest.

"I...I don't...I don't really know if I'd be a very good girlfriend type, Jude..."

Oh my God, you stupid, stupid girl! What are you saying? This is not the time to panic and cop out like a coward! A Mini Setsuna in her head was viciously beating her brain with a butter-knife sword.

Break the poor boy's heart, whydon'tcha?

Jude slumped and turned away. "That's cool," he said in a tone of voice that wasn't very cool at all. "I guess I'll see you later, then."

Setsuna had just stamped the big ol' REJECTED red stamp on his heart.

Baka! Baka! Baka!

But she wasn't just going to let him stalk off like that under the wrong impression. She nearly knocks over her posters as she reaches out for his arm. Just to grab it lightly and stop him; no pulling back this time. "Oh, no, Jude...that's....that's not what I meant! I just..."

"Yeah?" Jude turned around, perking up somewhat. Long experience - or rather, Jonesy's long experience - had taught him that when a girl said that she was the problem, she really meant that he was the problem. But this was Setsuna so he was giving her a chance to explain.

"See?" Sakurazaki says with an embarrassed but hopefully look. "That was completely the incorrect thing to say, getting all caught up in my own descrepincies when what I really should have said was..." Oh, look, something on the floor, better concentrate on that for a moment, poke at it with her shoe. Deeeeep. Breathhhh. She looks back up with a smile strained over all the little alarms of extreme panic going off inside of her. "Yes. Yes, I would."

Jude's grin was instantaneous, his entire posture changed in a moment. "Really?"

He looked as though Setsuna had just told him that they had decided to make New York a giant skateboard park, with free energy drinks flowing from every fountain. That or something about Christmas.

A weak nod gives her an excuse to let her shift her eyes down as she blushes like crazy. Smiling like crazy, too. "Y..yeah..."

"Awesome. Wicked. Groovy." He grinned broadly. "Not enough words in English, eh? Definitely applies here, too."

A light chuckle causes some of her nervousness to break down. "Susamajii, sugoi, t..taishita." She beams. "Nope; not enough in Japanese, either."

((OOC: *the next day* Jude wakes up to find a horse head in his bed. Why? Cuz I'm Italian and that's how we do things. See?))

((It's a cute stuffed horse's head (http://www.kropserkel.com/horse_head_pillow.htm), perfect for snuggling. Or Italians.))

((Dude. I heart you.))

[[Ranma's Italian? Did I miss an arc or something? *innocent blink*]]

((Don't make me see to it that you're sleepin' with the fishes Jude-mun! *kidding of course... though I do know mafia members.... blink*))

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