Thread: Sex Mirror Change!?

"Can't we all just get along?" Eliot sighed, frowning. He had a sad look in his eyes. "Why fight? Can you not just ask her who she prefers? It really is more Ms. Juliet's decision as opposed to yours."

Juliet walked in the music club's room."Uhmm...ohayou gozaimasu?"she said as she entered."Ah!Come in,come in!I'll be there in just a minute!"a voice said.Juliet walked in the room.There were instruments,music notes,and a recording studio in it."This must be one of the largest rooms here in the academy" she said to herself delighted.

A lady walked out of the recording studio."Ah,hello there.I am Ms. Gloria,the head of the music club.Welcome to the music room which also serves as the club's 'headquarters'."Ms. Gloria said as she went towards a bookshelf and handed out a piece of paper."Just fill this form and you are now officially a member of the club."

Bella and Collie walked into the music club just a few steps behind Juliet, presumably having to fill out the same form. Once this was done, they began to wander around, taking in the details of the room. Well, Bella was taking in details, anyway. Collie soon grew bored, pulled out her electric bass and started absentmindedly playing the bass riff from "Under Pressure".

About time I get away from everyone, Tsuchi thought to himself as he headed off towards the Kendo club. He hardly was paying any attention to where he was going when he smacked into somebody again.

"Owwwch," he said rubbing his forehead once again, then he did a double take as he saw the most beautiful girl yet, though she probably was plain looking to most others, getting down on one knee and holding her hand, "Oh beauty among beauties, will you marry me?" an embarrassed scream and slap to the face later left Tsuchi rubbing his cheek as he entered into the Kendo club. The only thing different though, was that he was the only one in there at the moment, so he decided to get ready and get his gear out to warm up.

At the conclusion of Tsuchi's latest spectacular failure, Joanie silently followed him inside the room, staying safely behind him and out of sight the whole time. Then, when she figured he would least expect it, she whipped out her electric guitar and improvised a loud, complicated solo on the spot.

"Hey, Tsuchi," she said with a smirk once she'd finished. "Just FYI, most girls appreciate a little loyalty. I'mma let you off easy, 'cause I'm just cool like that."

What the hey, she was feeling nice right now, so she decided she'd make this a useful learning experience for him as well as a fun time for her.

"Well I guess no class is fun" Miles mused to himself, closing the book and placing it back in his bag. He walked out of the room and took a look at list of clubs on the bulletin board down the hallway. He ran his fingers down the list, stopping on one and tapping it, "I do enjoy the occaisional foreign language" he said, once more to himself. He walked up the stairs down the floor hallway, entering a door that had the words "French Club" located on the front.

"Bonjour, monseur Miles." Eliot said to Miles, looking up from the croissant he was eating. "Comment ca-va, mon ami?"

"Et pourquoi tu est la? Tu sais que Je te trouve ennuyeux?" Miles said, with a slight frown.

Eliot shrugged. He wasn't very good at speaking French. He mostly just learned it to pick up chicks.

Juliet looked around the music room.She saw an electric guitar and held it and started playing a little.Then she approached the recording studio.It looked like any other recording studio-a clear glass window as a wall and the controls were in front of the window.The room was soundproof,unless when the outside speakers were turned on"Ah,you want to go in?"Ms. Gloria asked gathering up the forms.Juliet shyly nodded."Well then,be my guest."she gestured.

"I'll just pass your forms to the office."Ms. Gloria announced to everyone that was in the room and she went out.

Juliet entered the studio."Wow..."she said and approached the mike and headphone.She plugged in the electric guitar on the speaker.Then she wore the headphone.Then she started singing and playing "Kocchi Muite Baby"(by Hatsune Miku,Vocaloid)

But she forgot to close the studio door so the music was also heard outside.

Tsuchi nearly jumped out of his skin when Joanie suddenly appeared.

"Heeek!!" he squealed, "you nearly scared me half to death there, and uhmm you saw that? Uhh, sorry it's just kinda habit you know? I'm not used to having girls actually accept me," he finished shyly as he bonked his head with his Shinai.

Daemon walked down the hallway and opened the door to what used to be a science room. He had scared the former teacher to give it to him all for his own. He flipped on the light and sat down in the middle of the floor. He began to focus, his body seemed to emanate darkness. His body began to split, dozens of Daemons began to appear in the room. They all looked incredibly similar, but there were several differences. They ranged from the ages of twelve to forty. He smirked as he was surrounded by the people he could understand the best, himself.

"Hey, it's cool," Joanie shrugged, putting her guitar back in hammerspace. "Just keepin' ya on your toes—if we don't fit, chances are you'll wind up with a chick who ain't as easy-going as me, so you'll wanna work your way outta that habit just in case. On the other hand, if we do fit....well, actually, you'll wanna kick the habit anyway, or the press'll be on my ass like studs on a LEGO brick."

As was fairly common knowledge amongst her peers, Joanie's band, Eye Candy, was reasonably successful back home in the States—at least successful enough to draw the attention of a few tabloid reporters every so often. The last thing she wanted to feed them was a juicy sex scandal or something similar.

"So anyway," she went on. "Can you tell me about this 'Kimbo' thing, or whatever it's called? If it involves lots of movement, maybe it'll help me and my girls with our choreography."

Miles interpreted that Eliot did not understand anything he had just said, causing him to smirk arrogantly then, repeating slowly this time in the language they both understood, "Why are you here? Do you speak French?"

"Mostly just eat croissants, really." Eliot said, eating another.