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Radical High School Club

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Present time is after classes. A group of students are assembled in a large room with several computers, tables, a TV, furniture, a whiteboard, and a door that leads to a private bathroom.

Cephren Copeland, the leader of this club, was sitting at a computer, checking statistics for their most recent fundraiser. "It seems the peanut butter cookies are highest in demand. We'll have to make more of those, and the oatmeal raisin cookies." He announced. "We've made $50 this week off of those alone."
 
Alexis Lewis adjusted her glasses and nodded in solemn agreement. She took a small notepad out of her knapsack and began copying down what Cephren had just said onto the notebook with a pen that she previously found on one of the desks.

"The cupcakes were a pretty moderate success as well." Lexie replied. "We made thirty dollars out of those. The students also seemed to enjoy the homemade donuts and muffins. However, the buttertarts weren't too much of a success. We only sold about six of those. I suggest either making less buttertarts or getting rid of them altogether."
 
"We're still making money off of it, so we'll just decrease production." Cephren said, typing into the computer.

Candace was across the room, working on a line graph that showed their progress. "The pound cake sold well, too. Both the lemon and blueberry made $20." She said.
 
"We must not lower production of the butter tarts!" Eliot says, eating one. They were his favorite food. "They are a pillar of the bake sale! They may not sell well, but the symbolism!"
 
"Eliot." Alexis began. "Six people purchased those buttertarts, and our records show that five of the purchases were made by you. We should replace them with lemon bars or Nanaimo bars."
 
"I mean, if you want, you can still make buttertarts." Candace said.

"Yeah, this is a group effort. Everyone's plays a part in the operations." Cephren said, typing on the computer. "Does anyone object to M&M cookies?"
 
At that moment, Joe barged his way into the room, accompanied by a haze of smoke. His eyes were wide, tinged red and staring around the room. His black hair was messier than usual, and every now and then he’d let out a little twitch.

“Has anyone seen Josh?” he demanded, after staring at everyone in the room in turn. Then, he caught sight of Elliot. “MEGAMAN!” he shouted, flinging himself on the boy in a tackle/hug.

Josh stepped out of the bathroom at that moment, his eyes equally wide and red, his hair slightly more kempt than Joe’s.

“I say!” he said allowed, playing on his English accent. “Fish and chips! Bob’s your uncle! Tea and crumpets!” He sprawled himself on a sofa, and giggled to himself.
 
"Megaman?" Eliot asks, blushing a little at having his personal space invaded so thoroughly.
 
"Dear God, not again..." Cephren groaned. "Someone grab the air freshener."

"I got it." Candace said, grabbing a can of air frshener and spraying the area around Joe and Josh. After that, she opened the window to air the room out.
 
"Awww...I think he smells nice." Eliot says to Calvin, patting Joe's head. "What is it? Have you been gardening? I must know, it smells like it would be great in some brownies."
 
"That's weed, an addictive drug." Cephren said. "And no, it's not going in anything."
 
OOC: Actually, marijuana has no addictive properties, outside of the enjoyment gained For example, cigarettes are addictive due to the nicotine content, and will thus cause withdrawal symptoms. Marijuana has no such components, and thus, biologically (Maybe chemically?) speaking, is no more addictive than reading or playing piano.)

"But it smells so good! And look how happy Joe and Josh are." Eliot says, cuddling Joe.
 
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OCC: D'aaw, Calvin, you're so adorable. xD If you want, I can give you lessons on weed. I'm quite knowledgeble on that front, coinsidently.

“I’m hungry.” Joe mumbled into Elliot’s shoulder.

“STOP LOOKING AT ME!” Josh shrieked at apparently thin air.
 
"How about...An omelette?" Eliot says, getting up and cricking his neck, then going to the kitchen.

OOC: Of course, I've never done it. I have studied it, as I've been meaning to try at some point.
 
"Yep, they're walking on rainbows." Calvin deadpanned, then mumbled under his breath "Literally."
 
Eliot, meanwhile, set to work, turning the dial on the range, which caused flames to burst forth with a resounding click, like the cocking of a gun. Selecting a pan, he brought it down on the range, causing the flames to flare up, and as he spread butter on the pan, he whisked the eggs, the mixture writhing and swirling, like a breakfast tornado. In another pan, he cooked sausage, bacon, and ham. As the grease from the various meats began popping, he poured them into the eggs. Then, throwing the bowl into the air, and causing it to flip and spill the mixture, he caught it in the pan, catching the now empty bowl in the other. Holding the pan and watching to make sure the eggs cooked evenly, he sliced bits of mozzerella, chedder, and gouda cheese into it. Flipping the omelette, he chopped up chives, and finally, the eggs finished, he flipped them onto a plate, sprinkled the chives on top as a garnish, and handed them to Joe.
"Your food is ready." He says.
 
Emi stumbled in, her short blond hair covering her blue eyes. She brushed it off her forehead and saw everyone there. She blushed.

"O-oh, hi, sorry I'm late..." Emi tapped her feet together.


Alice sighed. "Late again..."
 
"Better late than never, Emi. For there is no time like the present to view such a beautiful work of art." Eliot says. "Are you hungry? Would you like an omelette?"
 
"We were just going over the bake sale results." Cephren said, typing into the computer again.
 
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