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 Boom Crash Opera, Tag: Blevins, Deeds
Quentin Quire
 Posted: May 3 2017, 03:22 PM
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Age: 16
Mutant Power: Telepathy & Telekinesis
Codename: Omega
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The Bayville County Shopping Mall
Wednesday, February 8th, 3:18 PM



The dance date was set, Quentin and his Brothers. Sally and her Boys. Ben and Strangers he Just Met. It was gonna be the tops.

Q and company had rolled up to the mall in his white Jeep, black hood up thanks to frigid temperatures. Snow was still collected in massive mounds around the parking lot, but the roads were clear, at least. And they didn't have much time to get ready for the dance given that they had Monday and Tuesday off.

They weren't sure when Ben would be enrolling in Bayville, but Q and Sal decided to drag him to the dance as their date anyhow, at least give him a taste for the bullshit he'd be dealing with for the next few years. That, and Nancy Pepperwood was apparently wearing some massive gown so she could sneak a bunch of alcohol in under it, but the girl was totes useless, and Q was certain she was about to get expelled. What was she planning to do? Hide a cooler under there, and drag it around? Whatever, even if they didn't manage to get any drinks from her, they could at least have a good laugh while the cops carted her off.

Q stepped out, black boots first. He wore some crisp black slacks over them, snug to his legs, and a plain white tee with a bottle of BENGAY printed on the front. Over his shoulders, he'd draped a thick, pink knit sweater coat with a horizontal black stripe along the middle. A tuft of his pink hair poked out from under his saggy, black beanie that barely clung to his head.

"Okay, guys, just buy whatever you want, my Dad won't even know," he smirked, flashing the platinum credit card a moment before stuffing it back into his butt pocket. He marched across the parking lot to get inside for some warmth. Coming from San Francisco, New York seemed like one of those Ice Hells he heard about in Buffy.

The moment he crossed that threshold, Q completely ignored the lame elevator music gently playing over the speakers in the mall, his boots squeaking along the marble floors as he flipped through his phone and started playing an 80s non-hit he had no business playing. But Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead was a classic, and that's how all shopping should happen.

He popped the phone in his little breast pocket, the speaker peeking out to let the music blare.

Immediately, he jumped ahead of them a step and spun around so he was walking backward. "My skin it buuuulls away, my brains are ooon a vase, the wiggest feeling yet is bliiiiss," he sang along, wrong lyrics and all because you can't read a song's brain, turning his head to a random passerby to keep singing with the music to her. He skipped a step over to her and wrapped a hand around the small of her waist, and took her other hand. "This is the best thing that has every happened to meeee." He let her go when she smiled, and rounded back behind Sal and Ben, flipping his arms up over their shoulders. "Okay, where to?" They should never have him around people.


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Benjamin Deeds
 Posted: May 5 2017, 04:49 PM
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So there was a dance happening on Friday. A Valentine’s dance, for teenage couples to get together and make out in one big smooch-orgy. Needless to say Benjamin wasn’t planning to go. The strangers making out around him would be enough to deter him, but the fact that he wasn’t even a student there yet made the idea weird too. Kids don’t usually bring people from other schools, right?

His new roommates had other plans. The resident telepath and the token girl had decided he’d come along. At least there would be a couple of familiar faces there then, so why not? Benjamin decided to humor them and tag along.

And of course they had to dress the part, so off on a field trip to the mall they went! Benjamin was actually surprised to see Quentin take the driver’s seat. He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe the guy shouldn’t be driving. To have made it to the mall’s parking lot alive was a nice relief.

Benjamin followed the others into the mall as a lanky flat-chested Sally. Well not quite her, but they were definitely easy to mistake as siblings at this point. But that’s how things are as a transmorph.

”What are you even singing?” He shook his head chuckling. How outgoing Q was with random people was just ridiculous. ”Do you ever get embarrassed with how weird you’re being?”

QUOTE (Quentin Quire @ May 3 2017, 03:22 PM)
"Okay, where to?"


Ben kept quiet, he didn't really know where to go. So it was up to Sally's choice.

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Sally Blevins
 Posted: May 5 2017, 10:56 PM
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Sally was dead asleep in the back of the Jeep with her huge, black sunglasses on, a foot up behind Benjamin's headrest, and a fist elbow-deep into a jumbo bag of beef jerky. As the thrumming engine came to a halt (a comfortably rumbly 24-valve, V6 VVT), Sally shook awake and promptly dug out the envelope in her white, fur-hooded coat. On the face was her name in perfectly flowery font and it was slipped under her bedroom door that morning. As her scuffy and scored black engineer boots crunched into the snow in one bound from the back, she set her eyes on The Mall. A place she had no time for in all her years on this planet as she was too busy making money to spend it.

She looked to her left at Ben, who was now a dressed down, 'if you squint your eyes, that could be Sally' from across the street version of herself, Sally Lite. She pulled her glasses down just briefly to peek over them to judge the full effect in silence for a few second before she easily shrugged. "Ok. She's cute." So clearly not offended by the transformation and oddly not surprised by it? Probably due to the hostel of mutant boys she'd been having to get used to over the past few weeks. They were alright.

QUOTE (Q)
"Okay, guys, just buy whatever you want, my Dad won't even know,"


"I'm not tryna spend somebody else's money. I've got tons of cute shit of my own at home. I don't know these people; they ain't getting a new dress." She referenced her new 'classmates' at Bayville High, of which she hadn't even attended orientation for yet. She held up a finger immediately afterwards though, as a definitive 'however'.

She looked to her left and to her right as they approached the entrance and saw that they were the only souls out walking before pulling a mittened hand of crisp 20s from the envelope. $300 to be precise. "Someone's paying me to live with y'all! Which does make a fair bit of sense." She excitedly sang as she slung an arm around her 'sister's' shoulder and pulled in for a brief squeeze. Was she going to mention that she didn't know where the money came from or why? Yes. Yes, that was something she was concerned about. If she'd asked, she would've been told about the whole monthly allowance thing.

She let her arm drop from the newbie and bobbed her head only slightly to humor Quentin's enthusiasm. It had gotten to the point where she realized that he wasn't irritating on purpose. He was just so far over the top by default that there was no gravity there.

QUOTE (Benjamin)
”Do you ever get embarrassed with how weird you’re being?”


Sally snorted through her nose and instantly replied on behalf of living people. "Q does not get embarrassed-" A finger darted into the chest of herself, the bustier sister. "-I get embarrassed by how extra he is. He literally doesn't care." And that was annoying. "That's what's annoying." Before she knew it, Q threw his arm around her, which she allowed because also like her sister Ben, Q was also cute af.

QUOTE (Q)
"Okay, where to?"


Sally did not break stride and she did not hesitate.




"Ok, that'll be $246.98."

Sally turned around and zipped open her huge, army-green bag that she had asked Ben to hold and dug around. After an awkward 14 seconds of coming up with the jerky bag 4 times in an attempt to locate the envelope with mehnny inside it, biting off a hunk of it, then finding said envelope, she shuffle-snapped $260 in 20s into her hand like an atm machine and slapped it onto the counter. "It'll be cash."

Obviously. The clerk nodded and smiled anyway. She was handed the change, which she stuffed into her jacket pocket instead of her bag and beamed sterlingly at her conquest. "Oh, you guys!... This is gonna look- just, so bomb on me." She turned around and you couldn't even see how happy she was because there was an outstretched mass about three feet wide and two feet tall boxed between her face and theirs.

She softly uttered a 'thank you' to the clerk as she carried the TV out of the store with boys in tow.

Number 1. She had about 4 grand saved up in a private savings account from all the shop work and maintenance she'd done in Philly. Number 2. She wasn't about to blow her money on something as frivolous as a dress or otherwise for some dance or to replace the living area TV that was busted as fuck and served as her night-lite, whitenoise snooze helper at night. Number 3. Jesus Christ himself was stuffing money under her door and said, 'go forth my child and spend'.

She looked over her shoulder towards the two, sunglasses still on and not able to see literally anything in front of her anyway and called out in a sing-song voice. "Where y'all tryna go?"




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Quentin Quire
 Posted: May 9 2017, 03:33 AM
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Q hadn't really been paying attention to the subtle transformation Benjamin displayed until Sally made a slight mention of it. Quentin eyed their newb once solid up-and-down and turned to Sally after the 'cute' comment, "You really like yourself, huh?"

As Sally then wiggled her way out of Quentin affording them both whatever-the-hell they wanted, Q just kinda zoned out, because what kind of damned fool turned down free shit, anyway? But there was an eye to the wad of cash she pulled out of her allowance envelope.

QUOTE (Salty)
"Someone's paying me to live with y'all! Which does make a fair bit of sense."


Q, having come from money, feign some level of excitement for her, though the contradiction was dually noted. She'd take free shit, just not Quentin's free shit. Right, yeah. "Right. Allowance. Cool." Q had been using his as tip money, a lesson learned from Seattle Grace's finest orthopedic surgeon, Doctor Torres.

After the moment of impulsive grandeur at the expense of Amanda Beth Bodine, as he'd learned from unintentionally slipping into the mind of the woman he'd danced with, who was mostly just astounded that any man recognized she existed - but for Quentin, that nine-inch-high graying beehive on her head made her nearly irresistible to at the very least say high to, Benjamin dared shame him.

QUOTE (Benjally)
”Do you ever get embarrassed with how weird you’re being?”


Q raised one brow and turned to Sally, letting her handle it.

QUOTE (Salty)
"Q does not get embarrassed-" "-I get embarrassed by how extra he is. He literally doesn't care." "That's what's annoying."


He turned to Ben and thumbed to Sally once.

"And besides, Amanda Beth is just a sweet lady who thinks she's past her prime, and just wants a little affection in her life, besides her pet turtle Peanut, who isn't very affectionate at all. She's an Aquarius, and I don't know what that means, but she seems to think it's real important, because she puts it in all her Dating-for-Desperates profiles. I'm doing a public service, here, Benjamin. She's gonna Instagram us."

Salty seemed to be leading the aimless trio where she wanted to go, and Q was fine with that. "I just like that her middle name was Beth. Just Beth. Not even Elizabeth, like, what?"



Quentin took the time, as Sally bought herself a T.V. and Ben did whatever, to filter through his phone's playlist. That question about the music was not lost on Quentin. He'd successfully made a few playlists for the two of them, the first undoubtedly full of more 80s half-pop and hair metal. A catalogue starting with The Best Thing, including hits from Nena to Kajagoogoo to Romeo Void to, of course, Alice Cooper and Warrant. All bands he had no fucking business listening to. The lists of music was sent to their phones, it'd probably take a good thirty minutes to download the catalogue with remotely decent net service.

Q stuffed his phone in his pocket as the trio commenced, and leaned his elbow haphazardly on Ben's shoulder. "But I'm extra, and she's over here carrying around a TV like a humpty loser."

QUOTE (Salty)
"Where y'all tryna go?"




Quentin stepped out of the dressing room in his first try. A long, red, sailor-style and super loud jacket, matching sailor-style cap, and glossy black pants that sounds a lot like a flat tire every time he remotely moved.

"My penis can't breath, but I look cute ahff," he chirped before disappearing into the dressing room again. He'd buy it the jacket, but not for the dance.

A minute or so later, after noisily peeling out of those rubber pants, and he stepped out in a marless, crisp white three-piece suit, black shoes, a silver cane, and a puffy, bushy, red-white-and-blue lumber jack hat. He also wore a mile long silver chain weighing him down to the iron core of the earth itself.

"I'm tired."

Again. He'd buy it. But not for the dance.

Third try. This was it. He'd found it.

Basically, he was wearing solid gold. A gold shirt with gold buttons down the front, a dingy gold belt with too many loops, gold pants that burned holes through retinas and sounded like someone playing that Knight Rider scene on loop. Point-toed gold loafers. This gaudy piece of shit costume was the one.

"Oh come on, we can go as triplets." He lifted his arms out to either side of him. Hanging from his left hand was a nasty, gold jacket with too-big shoulder pads and a lot of random tassels, and in his right hand hung a spaghetti strapped, bellbottomed romper straight out of the 70s butthole.

"Pleeaase?"



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