Back from a walk around the still-snowy campus, Angela threw herself onto her bed and turned the music up, LOUD.
The last few days had been kind of rough. On Friday, after she found out Rory was attacked, she talked to Parker
about it in the library and begged her way onto the team to go turn the vampires into dust. While that was still vibrating through her mind, she ran into Marty
and had a tense conversation. Working with Lee and Xander in art class
had only slightly improved her mood.
With a storm trapping her at the school, she had hung out in the common room
Friday night, when she and Marty reached a truce
told her the mission was for fighters and superheroes only, normal girls need not apply. She hated that, but reluctantly saw Parker's point -- more so after she talked to Angel
, too, and he seemed just as certain the mission was no place for humans.
And that was before the snow monsters
attacked. She had thrown boiling oil, burning textbooks, and ramen noodles at the things, and was happy to watch them melt; but now, tired and with a burned hand
, she would be just as happy at a school without monsters, thanks.
At least the victory party
had been fun.
And now there was an invitation
stuck under her door. She turned it over in her fingers as she stared into space.[OOC: Open to all.]