[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krky97Z.png[/img][/center][center][color=maroon][h2]Aaron Fletcher[/h2][/color][/center]
	Aaron nodded in response to Mike and watched him go before continuing to his destination; the all-important Newspaper Club meeting room.  He never really saw a need for the club, news traveled very quickly by word of mouth around the campus, and while it may be changed from person to person, it was largely accurate.  The digital articles did sometimes help to clear up confusion, though this was few and far between in his experience.  He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his uniform as he approached the room, wishing he was allowed to wear both his peacoat and scarf inside the main building.  The only school in the world that had figured out how to regulate temperature through the whole building had denied him his only way into the world of fashion.  Ironic, in a way.  He leaned on the door frame of the Newspaper Club's room as he arrived and scanned it for Emma, then shot her a smile as he found her.  He also waved to the charismatic Thomas, feeling like he owed the club's president at least that. 

	[@TheWindel][@KoL][@Lord of Evil][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/iqNYUzq.png[/img][/center][center][color=tan][h2]Jiro Katsurou[/h2][/color][/center]
	Jiro listened to what Asahi had to say, nodding as he spoke.  His requests were simple enough, grab him a lemon sweet tea and find Shiro, although he could feel some kind of underlying favor was being asked of him.  If he had to guess, the larger boy wanted some alone time with the girl that was present in the room.  It was fair enough, he supposed.  [color=tan]"Alright, you want the tea before or after I find Shiro?"[/color]  He chuckled slightly and made for the door, waving goodbye to the pair as he disappeared beyond the threshold.  [color=tan]"Oh, and don't worry about paying me back!"[/color]  He got into the nearby waiting elevator and pressed the button that would take him to the lobby, then opened up his phone, beginning to type a message to his orange-haired counterpart with a blur of his thumbs.
	[quote][b]To:[/b]  [color=tan]Shiro Kawabata[/color]
[b]From:[/b]  [color=tan]Jiro Katsurou[/color]
[b]Subject:[/b]  [color=tan]Quick Meeting[/color]
	[color=tan]Hey, when you get a chance, drop by the hospital Asahi's in.  We need to plan for the festival, and he wants to talk to us both.[/color][/quote]
	The doors slid open as the text was sent, and the blue-haired youth stepped out.  He pulled out his wallet and rifled through for a few appropriate bills while he approached the vending machine by the waiting area.  In a moment he yanked the bill out and fed it into machine, watching while the bottle of chilled, lemon-flavored sweet tea began to slowly slide forwards... and stop on the edge of the track, the plastic cap smacking the glass and holding the container in place.  [color=tan]"...It's the middle of the 21st century, every single human has a neural interface that grows with us, hunger is almost eradicated, we make regular trips to the goddamn moon... and this shit still happens."[/color]  He sighed audibly, shaking the machine to dislodge the drink for his friend and earning an irritated stare from the nearest secretary.  [color=tan]"That's how I'll become rich, I'll invent a vending machine that doesn't pull this crap."[/color]  He took the drink out of the tray and stuffed it into his coat pocket, taking a seat in the waiting area and screwing around on his phone while he waited for Shiro to make an appearance.

	[@Lucius Cypher][@Jedly]