Wham. (Jester)

[Gwendolyn James]

A smirk crossed the face of the sophomore as she watched the Weekly Whammy on the classroom TV. It was funny, witty, and had just enough snark to make it entertaining. But...it was missing something. Just a little thing to make it even more entertaining. Flipping open her phone, she jotted herself down a memo as the TV was rolled away and class commenced.

Fourty minutes later, the bell rang signaling the end of class. Gwendolyn slid out of her chair, grabbing her books and heading for the door along with the other cattle students. Her mind was spinning, and she liked where it was going.

Candy apple red pumps stopped outside of the Media Director's office, manicured fist raising to knock briskly on the door. She wasn't sure what hours he kept, and if he wasn't around, she'd probably right a quick note and slip it under the door, but it was worth a try. Her hand retracted from the door, raising to tug on a strand of her blonde and red hair, her tongue fiddling with the snake bites on her bottom lip. Well, was he around?

[Damien Kross, Jester]

At the moment the girl was knocking, I was in the Film room, deeply involved in reviewing some work with the editor. Our current task was picking background music, so the knocks of the young girl would go unheard for a few seconds.

Realizing the knocks on the door, I approached it and pulled it open. Before me stood something bright... very bright... and of several different colors. Some weird-ass hair.

"Erm, can I help you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm doing some editing work right now. Is this something urgent or concerning the Whammy?" I asked with a hand on my hip.

Maybe it's a groupie Jester.

Be quiet Damien.

[Gwendolyn James]

Gwyn was just about to open her notebook and take out a bright pink post-it when the door opened, revealing a tall red haired boy, the same one that had been on the television earlier. He looked a bit preoccupied, which he was, having been in the middle of editing. "Erm, can I help you? I'm doing some editing work right now. Is this something urgent or concerning the Whammy?"

A grin grew across the sophomore's face and she closed her notebook with a snap, straightening her back.

"Actually yes, it is concerning the Whammy. May I come in?"

She wasn't going to dive into her idea standing out here, but because her purpose of being here fell under the category of his inquiry, she was certain he'd let her in. And if not, well, she could either insist, invite herself in, or just leave him and his techies to their little game of 'who has the biggest penis pocket protector.