The Lunchroom Catastrophe

[Mr. Orange]

OOC - This is the first thread of the Orange portion of the quest. Fighting is allowed, but HIGHLY ill-advised.

IC-

My reviews of the structure so far had proven to me every bias I had about this school. Every grim disposition came to realization- shoddy repair work, lack of structural integrity, absence of necessary documents... This was one giant disgrace. How students could learn in this environment was beyond me... Hell, how they could even show up here every day was a mystery to me.

My tour through the school now led me to the cafeteria. The lunch bell had sounded and scores of children charged for the eatery, my heart swelling to see such a love for food. The quality of the food however, was of great interest to me. So many young growing children- they all needed proper meals.

Upon further investigation of the cafeteria's kitchen, my mouth curved into a frown. I was utterly speechless. Could they call this food? Was it LEGAL to call this shit food? Couldn't be... Sure as hell wouldn't be legal in Texas.

"S'cuse me boy." I said, my hand landing on the shoulder of a teenager working behind the counter. "What in Tarnation is that crap yer servin' 't' the chillins'?" I said in a slightly demanding tone, making sure to not appear angry to someone who had no decision making in the meals.

"Erm... Meatloaf, mac 'n' cheese, and mixed vegetables." He answered timidly.

Meatloaf? What kinda damn entree is that for students. They need something with flavor. Something with attitude.

"Dammit boy, Meatloaf? These chillins' need somethin' that'll stick ter' their ribs." I said, puffing my chest. I got on my radio and informed the school that lunch would be EXTENDED by an hour. Yes, an entire extra hour. Fifth period would now be skipped. Sure, I would get complaints, but I had good reason. A quick radio call to the P.A. Room would soon explain everything.

"Attention students of PHS 42. Lunch is extended by one hour today. Do not report to fifth period. After lunch, head straight to sixth. A special guest from the Board of Education is preparing a special meal for everyone. If interested, head to the cafeteria now."

I smiled and nodded, thankful that the woman in the P.A. Room rebounded my message so well. Now, it was time to get to work.

I ordered the chefs to create my own special list of items- good ol' Southern comfort food. They would prepare a massive amount of grits, gravy, biscuits, collard greens, and peach cobbler. Meanwhile, I would begin to create my personal masterpiece.

Southern fried chicken.

These kids had no idea of the meal I was about to unleash upon them. Filled with homemade Southern goodness. A meal of true champions. My investigation of the structure could wait. This was by far more important.

Upon completion, and with a half-hour still remaining in lunch, my plates were handed out to all the students in attendance. A piece of Southern fried chicken, a biscuit and gravy, grits, collard greens, and of course, a big ol' slice of peach cobbler.

Smiles arose from all around at the taste of the food. Without a doubt, it was delicious. I had worked for years honing my secret recipie, and now, I unleashed it upon the student body.

It warmed my heart to see these children eat happily.

"Eat up chillins! From the School Board to you!"

[SR Park]

He could almost cry it was so good. What great deity bestowed such a glorious meal upon such a despicable group of children united under the banner of the ironically named Moral Crest High? Now, Seung-Ri may be quick to pass judgement upon the school and its students, but if Moral Crest was anything like other schools governed by the corporal punishment system, or even worse yet, Public Highschool #552, then there was not much for the Korean to make assumptions about. In his first year of highschool, he had seen the kinds people the corporal punishment system created; he was one of these people. He had seen how the offspring of the system interacted, and how it affected the entire student population. He had seen it all, and from what he has seen at Moral Crest High so far, it wasn't much different.

A woman's authoratative voice had flowed smoothly out of PA system. It didn't suddenly boom out and startle the students, nor did it start off so coyly that it was nearly inaudible. Perfect was her voice coming through that speaker in his classroom. What the woman said entranced the sophomore, whose mind was already on the upcoming lunch period. His stomach cried out for sustenance, and his mind only exacerbated its pain by producing images that merely teased his hunger. As if the extended lunch period wasn't blessing enough, the mention of a special meal caused a roar to emit from the depths of Seung-Ri's abdomen, and in an instant he found himself waiting in line to grab a tray of it.

Not even a full minute had passed since Seung-Ri sat down with his tray of food and he was already up, waiting in line for a second helping. He was glutton, to say the least; while he didn't mind the cafeteria food that much, this special meal made the usual menu look like dog shit. There was no telling when another meal like this would come along again, so the 552 transfer figured he'd eat and savour as much as he could now. Despite all the artery-clogging goodness contained by the southern meal, his metabolism made quick work of any energy it provided.

Curious as to who this special guest from the board of education was, or, as Seung-Ri put it, "the deity that bestowed such a glorious meal upon them," when it was his turn in line (again), he requested that he speak with the individual responsible for bringing happiness to his day. With the Korean's appetite, copious amounts of delicious food was equivalent to happiness, and then some.

[Aternity]

Aurora's writing was terrible. Let's go with that. She had been practicing in class every now and then, but only so much could be done. This is exactly why she used a computer...all the keys were in one set position...it was easy to type, and the work came and went easily as long as someone told her the questions on the paper. Sure, it was inconvenient, but it just absolutely was required. It was sad...really sad. But hey. Whatever. However...just yesterday, she'd forgotten to do one absolutely critical thing.

She had forgotten to go to the store.

Damn. Cafeteria food.

It was so wrong the food this place served, seriously. And what was today? Meatloaf? Aurora couldn't eat off meatloaf, she needed actual food, you know, the kind that actually gave her a little height? This school would never get that to her, not in a million years. Which is always why she ate at home. ALWAYS. Restaurants were rare...she didn't like going alone, and no one ever went with her. Such a shame.

"Attention students of PHS 42. Lunch is extended by one hour today. Do not report to fifth period. After lunch, head straight to sixth. A special guest from the Board of Education is preparing a special meal for everyone. If interested, head to the cafeteria now."

Aurora blinked several times. Food? GOOD food? Hmm. Skeptical, she did go to the cafeteria, taking care not to bump into anyone one on the way as to start some kind of conflict, and upon entering? Hell. They weren't kidding. The stuff they were serving was incredible, and Aurora immediately took upon it, without much thinking as to what exactly was going on. That thinking took hold at the first bite.

"The school board...? Wait...the school board, what in God's name is going on? Something feels as if it doesn't add up here..."

She sat, contemplating this little problem. What is going on...?

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick couldn't complain, he'd get to miss 5th period, which he was planning on sleeping through anyway. So when he got to miss 5th period and get food. And it wasn't any of that Cafeteria crap, it was homestyle Southern American food, which Nick being from England had never had before.

Nick got his plate and went to sit down, studying the food. He squinted at it and made funny faces at it, but couldn't decipher what it was he was about to put in his mouth. To be honest all but the fried chicken looked like throw up with peas in it.

So he decided to eat the thing that looked the least like it was going to kill him, which was the chicken. He picked it up and took a bite. The juicy goodness flowed into his mouth and he looked down at the chicken with a new found look and a wide-eyed grin. But there was more on his plate, so he put the fried goodness aside for now and attempted the biscuit and gravy. After the bite, he had the same look on his face as when he took a chunk out of the chicken.

Now it was time for the collard greens. Nick was never a vegetable man and when he took a bite of it, it reminded him that he didn't like to eat thing that were green in color. No collard greens for him, he thought as he pushed them away from the rest of the food on the plate.

Now the cobbler looked good alright, and he thought he would save it for last. So, after he engulfed the chicken and biscuit with gravy, he stared at the cobbler with questioning look as to how he was going to eat it. Nick guessed the safest way was to just get a little chunk of it and stick it in his mouth.

Twenty seconds later, the cobbler was gone and Nick was in line to see if seconds were available. He was behind a Korean kid he hadn't met before. Nick was just hoping they didn't run out of food before he got to the front of the line.

[Mr. Orange]

All around me, joy radiated from my lunch feast and into the bodies of eager students. As expected, they enjoyed my gift to them. Several appeared to ask for seconds, and it was with a heavy heart that I informed them we were out. In fact, I was shocked we were able to supply as much as we did... The number of students that showed up for the banquet was more than anticipated, but even still, they all had full stomachs now.

That was when a young man approached one of the teens serving food. Apparently, someone sought audience with me. Compliments to the chef? Always welcome. It was assuring to see that some chillins these days still had manners. With a wave of my hand, I signaled that it was okay to let the child come speak to me. I was in the kitchen using a cigar cutter to slice off the end of a large cigar- the kind a Bond villain would always have in his mouth.

Empty pots and pans were scattered all around, the aroma of Southern cooking thick in the air. As the boy would approach me, I would offer a Texas-sized smile and clap my hands together once, loudly.

"Nah how was that fer' a meal boy?" I exclaimed with enthusiasm. "That sure beat th'Meatloaf that was on the menu, hm?"

[Kate]

Kate had been skipping lunch to be honest, because she would never eat the lunch food. Kate did not eat the crappity crap crap they served here. Instead she had been changing in the locker room, getting ready for some practice on the field. So when the blonde heard the announcement, she had headed down to the lunch room in full cheerleader get up, costume, or whatever you wanted to call it.

The blonde was in line with everyone else when it was first served. She got her food, sat down and began to eat. It reminded her of the cooking she had when she was a kid, from the live in maid that her father had hired. Maria had been from the south, south of the border, but had lived in the southern states for some time before coming to live with them in Cali. Kate had grown up on Southern food, and so she was very pleased with the School Board.

Maybe the McHallin family would donate more money to the board if the food could be promised to always be better than the normal crap. Ick. Kate was finishing up her peach cobbler when she heard a southern accent float in the air from the kitchen.

[Ryuu]

"Attention students of PHS 42. Lunch is extended by one hour today. Do not report to fifth period. After lunch, head straight to sixth. A special guest from the Board of Education is preparing a special meal for everyone. If interested, head to the cafeteria now." Ryuu's ears perked up at the sound of the voice on the PA as he sat in the cafeteria, sitting on one of the tables located in the far corner while he sent text messages between one of his friends. Ryuu never ate the cafeteria food, something about it being hazardous to his health, and avoided coming to the cafeteria as much as he possibly could. At first, when he heard that today's lunch would be meatloaf, mac 'n' cheese, and mixed vegetables, Ryuu would rather starve, seeing as he forgot his lunch today. But when he heard that announcement, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try the special meal. Stowing his cell into his pocket, Ryuu climbed off the table and headed to the line-up.

He wasn't going to complain anyways, he got to miss his 5th period, History, and would get some good food on top of it, since he could smell the aroma of the food waft out from the kitchen. He took a quick sniff, but didn't recognize what cuisine it was, not that he cared, it smelled good either way. As Ryuu moved through the line, he was ahead of Seung-Ri and Nick as he picked up the very last plate of food, much to disappointment of the students behind him, and depositing it on his tray, Ryuu then headed to his own table. As he passed the kitchen, he heard the sound of a southern accent drift out, and turned his head in the direction of the voice, before he reached his table and sat down, and took a close look at the food in front of him. A piece of Southern fried chicken, a biscuit and gravy, grits, collard greens, and a big slice of peach cobbler. He picked up the chicken, took a bite of it, letting the taste flow in his mouth. It was... there were no words to describe it. It was fantastic. This sure beat the hell out of meatloaf any day, that's for sure.

He then picked up the biscuit, and dipping it in the gravy, took a bite of it. He the placed the biscuit down, and began to eat the collard greens. Once he was finished with the greens and the chicken, he mopped up the last of the gravy with his biscuit before popping it in his mouth, and picked up the peach cobbler before he pushed his tray away. Taking a bite of it, he stood up, and decided to pay his compliments to the man who gave this such a delicious lunch. Walking towards the line-up, Ryuu pushed open the door leading into the kitchen a bit, poking his head through the crack, before getting in unnoticed and managed to catch a some of the conversation inside. "... beat th'Meatloaf that was on the menu, hm?" I'll say. Ryuu never had such a good lunch from a school cafeteria in his life.

[Serafion Awren]

Serafion was an eater. He ate. He ate a lot, and he liked food. So much so, that when he heard the news, he was already eating elsewhere, some food he had gotten at the store and packed for school. Nothing too major, just peanut butter and Nutella. He found the stuff on a shelf, spreadable chocolate of sorts, and he fell in love with it. He also loved the strange types of candy America had. Although his favorite sweet has been and always will be chocolate. Thus, the Nutella.

"Attention students of PHS 42. Lunch is extended by one hour today. Do not report to fifth period. After lunch, head straight to sixth. A special guest from the Board of Education is preparing a special meal for everyone. If interested, head to the cafeteria now."

You can bet your ass Serafion rushed to the cafeteria, getting in line. He got his food and went to sit down, eating it. And he stopped partway through. It didn't feel right, something was missing.... something was gone.... so he looked around and grabbed someones soda, they called out in protest and he said, "I need drink, I pay you for drink, yes? I buy you two drinks but I am not leaving this plate unattended. So for now you go without drink, ok?"

He drank the soda, which was sugary, but it helped him wash down the food, "It is missing nothing... that was chocolate left over... yes, the chocolate must have been disturbing the flavor... I try once more," He ate the food, and found that he couldn't stop. It was the most delicious home cooked food he had tasted. If American lunches were always like this, he wouldn't blame a single heavy weight person for their habits. The food was indeed superior.

He got up, and ran towards the kitchen, pushing his way past an asian boy who had been peaking through the door, and walking through it, "Cooking staff of Moral Crest High, My name is Serafion Alekseiko Awren, I have traveled here from Russia. I must inform you that you're food, in all my travels, is best food I ever had. I am grateful, truly grateful. I leave you now, for I can see you are busy."

Serafion bowed slightly, and then turned around, heading back to the table to give money to the boy he took a soda from....

[SR Park]

Holy shit, it's Colonel Sanders! No wonder that chicken was so amazing. Better than that steroid-induced crap they serve at KFC! was the first thought that entered the Korean's mind as he entered the cafeteria kitchen, the apparent chef bearing a very shockingly close resemblance to the founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken. The aroma of heavy, rich, wholly southern cuisine hung thickly in the air. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, savouring the mouth-watering scent as it brought back pleasant memories of the meal he had shovelled down just a few minutes ago. It was a compliment, only emphasized by the sophomore gently rubbing his stomach and sighing.

A loud clap snapped him out of his trance, and Seung-Ri found himself standing face-to-face with a gargantuan man who was barely able to fit himself into the kitchen. With almost a foot over him and almost twice his weight, the average sized teenager wasn't ashamed to say that the man was rather intimidating. However, that air was set off by the wide grin plastered on his face along with a cigar. Whoever said that smiling was contagious was right; Seung-Ri couldn't help but smile back at the cheery man, but he knew more than anyone that smiles easily deceive those who see them.

"I must say," he began, one of his hands rummaging through a pocket on his indigo, slim-fitted jeans, "that was perhaps the most delicious and hearty meal I've had in a long time. It's a shame most people don't put the time and effort into cooking food anymore, or they lack the culinary skill to pull off something such as this. You have mine and my stomach's compliments, chef. I could go for another round, but appears as if the students of Moral Crest have cleaned you out. If you--"

Seung-Ri was suddenly cut off by someone obnoxiously barging into the kitchen and addressing the kitchen workers of the school cafeteria. It was like he was the most important person in the world; he introduced himself and told everybody where he came from. The only redeeming part of his short speech was the fact that he complimented the chef, but even that was not enough to avert the Korean's contemptuous scowl sent in his direction. When he left, he turned back to the goliath of a man he only knew as the southern chef.

"How rude, barging in uninvited like that! I wonder if anybody my age has any manners or respect for their elders anymore." he stated, retrieving a lighter from his pocket. Introducing himself, Seung-Ri said, "I'm SR, by the way," before nudging the lighter toward the man, as if asking if he wanted him to light his cigar, "and what might your name be?"

[Mr. Orange]

The young man displayed his manners proudly, complimenting my effort and using proper grammar. It was my fondest wish that the school would soon be filled to the brim with students like these- that respected those above them and showed no aggression towards those under them.

Our pleasentries were short lived however, as a very rude student barged his way in and offered his thanks for the meal. Though it was all in good thought, the student still showed how rude and unpleasent people can be in this school... I chose to do nothing. I offered him no words and no facial movements- I would give him nothing for his intrusion.

"Theodore Winstrum." I said, acknowledging his greeting. Taking his offer, I knelt down to one knee, allowing myself to reach his lighter, and I puffed heavily, bringing the cigar back to full life. "An' I thank ye' kindly fer' yer' manners. Judgin' by that feller' there, manners'r hard 't' come by." I smiled. "Now, if you'll join me, I am going to make myself known."

I smiled and exited the kitchen, putting myself among the horde of students who had devoured my meal. In my naturally booming voice, I adressed them all.

"Good mornin' 't' ye' all chillins!" I said heartily, putting my arms out to my sides in a faux embrace. "Mah name is Theodore Winstrum, and I am indeed the chef of this here meal!" I yelled, getting cheers of responce from the students. I gave them a moment to cool down before contiuing. "Thank ye', thank ye'. At any rate, this meal was a bit of an ultimatum." My face slowly grew grim. At the sound of the long word, the ones who actually knew it looked to each other nervously. "I am a member of the School Board, and myself and mah parner are here to check in on ye' chillins. An' sorry to say, we ain't impressed. Consider this mah first warnin'. If grades don't improve here, an' fast, yer' lives'r gonna become Hell." My voice held a note of humor to it, as if everything I said was leading to a punchline.

Alas, there was none.

[Kate]

Ah, so that was what it was all about. Kate was seated at one of the tables close to where the large man in the bright orange was standing. Really, such a bright color on such a big guy? Some one needed to go on what not to wear. The blonde eyed him, sitting there in her cheer leading uniform.

Truth be told, Kate had average grades. Cs were decent for her busy little life. Cheer leading, Reaper stuff, dealing with her social life with her small amount of friends, etc. Running the companies she had bought, redoing her life, etc.

Frankly, grades were on the back burner. Kate really didn't give a fuck. They could try to make life hell here, but it couldn't get worse than what she had been through. The look on her face stated that she was not impressed in the least bit.

She sat there, waiting for the orange suit to say something or do something else. There seemed to be a lack of happy faces around him in the form of students that made her want to laugh out loud.

[Nicolas Constantine]

The man in Orange stepped out of the entrance to the kitchen which was right next to where Nick had seen the Asian kid in front of him enter. He towered over Nick and Nick gasped at the sheer size of him, wide-eyed. But he faced the crowd of students to address them with some dire news.

Does that mean there isn't any more food?" he thought.

But the dire news was not that the food was out, but instead that he needed to start to do well in school. Nick didn't like this because he would ditch almost every day to go somewhere and sleep. But if Orange and his crones were breathing down his neck, he would be forced to go to class in order not to fail. Right now, he was doing fine with not going to class but still doing the work. If they started to take attendance and do testing and such, then he'd have quite the wake-up call.

Instead of speaking up, he looked around the cafeteria and waited for someone else to speak against this outrage.

[Ryuu]

"I must say, that was perhaps the most delicious and hearty meal I've had in a long time. It's a shame most people don't put the time and effort into cooking food anymore, or they lack the culinary skill to pull off something such as this. You have mine and my stomach's compliments, chef. I could go for another round, but appears as if the students of Moral Crest have cleaned you out. If you--" As Ryuu hung by the door, waiting for the other guy to finish talking, he found himself shoved aside by a guy who was taller than him, sending him colliding with the wall. "Gaaah..." Ryuu muttered quietly, as he took a moment to regain his balance. "Cooking staff of Moral Crest High, My name is Serafion Alekseiko Awren, I have traveled here from Russia. I must inform you that you're food, in all my travels, is best food I ever had. I am grateful, truly grateful. I leave you now, for I can see you are busy." Ryuu stared in mild disbelief as Serafion took off without a moment's hesitation, Ryuu then decided to take his leave, seeing as he wasn't going to be able to get a word in anytime soon. Heading out of the kitchen, Ryuu went back to his table. Just as he was about to sit on top of it and rest his feet on the chair, he heard a loud voice boom out of nowhere.

"Good mornin' 't' ye' all chillins!" Ryuu heard the guy say heartily, putting his arms out to his sides in a faux embrace, as Ryuu gaped in mild shock. Holy shit! Is that Colonel Sanders!? No wonder the chicken was so good... Wait, isn't he dead? "Mah name is Theodore Winstrum, and I am indeed the chef of this here meal!" Ryuu heard Mr. Winstrum yell, as Ryuu heard the students cheer at him in response. "Thank ye', thank ye'. At any rate, this meal was a bit of an ultimatum." Ryuu saw his face slowly grew grim, as around him, the students who actually knew what ultimatum meant looked to each other nervously, while Ryuu continued to look calm but grim. "I am a member of the School Board, and myself and mah parner are here to check in on ye' chillins. An' sorry to say, we ain't impressed. Consider this mah first warnin'. If grades don't improve here, an' fast, yer' lives'r gonna become Hell."

Now Ryuu looked completely grim at this prospect, not only did he practice kendo and karate everyday, he also managed to obtain A's and B+'s in his subjects, and now the school board was freaking out over it. Obviously, Ryuu's grades wouldn't be able to bring up everyone else's, but seriously, this was bad... very bad. "So which students are we talking about, the one's who's scores are low?" Ryuu's voice shot out, as he stood off to the side near Mr. Orange, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, as he looked calmly at the giant of a man. "It can't be all of us that have low scores, some will have better grades than others."

[Aternity]

Aurora was picking up a conversation, and carefully moved her food over so that she might listen in upon it. Sure, it was eavesdropping...a rude and probably immoral practice, but since no one would ever know about it, nor would Aurora care too much about anyone knowing about it, she sat closer to the conversation, put her head down alone and continued to eat, knowing full well what they were saying.

And what they were saying...my...well yes, the food was good, but this was just a ploy. This Mr. Orange meant good, but it seemed that the dirty work was going to be done by his accomplice. They were setting the kids up for a living nightmare, more so than 42 already was. Damn. This was going to be one hell of a nasty fight.

"Hm...the foods good at least."

For now, Aurora. For now. Soon, it wouldn't be. This place?

A hellhole. One major hellhole...

[SR Park]

After lighting up the chef's cigar, Seung-Ri took his offer and followed him out of the kitchen and into the main area of the cafeteria. The colossal man's voice was as loud and enthusiastic as his orange suit, which he had to admit was rather tacky. That was one thing he would never mention to Theodore, however; he didn't know how the leviathan would react to his criticisms of his wardrobe, but the Korean sure as hell didn't want to be on the receiving end of anything the orange-suited man could dish out. Except for his wonderful cooking, of course.

He stood to Theodore's side, but remained in the background. It was Mr. Orange's time to capture the spotlight and, as he said, make himself known. That is exactly what he did; the cafeteria roared in applause as he introduced himself as the chef of the hearty southern meal they had just partaken in. Though he couldn't see his face, Seung-Ri could tell that the crowd saw something that he couldn't. Theodore continued to speak in his thick southern accent, something that made the gargantuan man all the more intimidating, and broke some bad news to the students in the cafeteria. Seung-Ri could only grin as the man bluntly threatened them, and he implored from the sidelines, "I wonder what your definition of 'hell' is, Mr. Winstrum?"

An innocent contemplation was all it was. He genuinely wondered what the man had in store for them should Moral Crest's GPA fail to meet the board's standards. It was no matter to him; if hell came to Moral Crest, he would greet it with open arms. A little bit of hell would spice things up around this dull, bland; almost tasteless environment. He could walk through hell and not get burned--as a matter of fact, he could do more than that. He was going to take a hold of hell's reigns and ride it, because he sure wasn't putting any more effort into school than he currently was. Seung-Ri left that up to all the students who were worried about what this 'hell' Mr. Orange spoke of was, who'd rather leave it up to their imagination than to experience it first-hand. There was a fine line between imagination and reality, and that difference was involvement. You read, watch, or hear about terrible things happening in the media, and are not too concerned about it because you feel a sense of detachment from the events; but once it's in your face, in your reality, you don't want anything to do with it. You just wished it was a bad dream.

There was another thing the sophomore wondered about, and that was the identity of the other school board member who accompanied Theodore to Moral Crest. If he was able to get into the school board's good graces, it would open up a myriad of doors for him. That was why when an Asian student in the crowd spoke up, Seung-Ri stepped forward to respond to him. It was now his turn to take the spotlight.

"Could you be so selfish? This burden falls upon the shoulders of the entire Moral Crest collective. Not only the students, but the teachers as well. So what if you have good grades? You may be pulling the school's GPA up, but it is evident by Mr. Winstrum's presence here today that it is not enough. Were you hoping that the students that maintained good grades would be relieved of punishment should Moral Crest fail to meet the board's standards? We should help those that need to improve their grades, because in a way, they are representing us. All of us represent eachother under the banner of 'Moral Crest High'. If Moral Crest falls, we all fall. Are you willing to stand by idly, maintaining your 3.8 GPA while the rest of us barely manage to pass? Or will you take an active role in redeeming Moral Crest's name?"

Though his brief speech was in response to the student's comment, the former pillar was addressing the entire cafeteria. He projected his voice so that even the students sitting at the end of the room furthest from him would be able to hear his words. The amalgamation of low murmurs following Seung-Ri's speech created something a loud, incessant hum as students began mingling about what had just been said.