BritBritBritBritBRITBRITBRIT!!! (Morning - Brit)

One could think Brittany had a rehearsal schedule this morning and...yes, in reality she had a training session. However, her mind was elsewhere. Her moves were simply not connecting to the rest of the crew, they were disperse and not as gracious as she always is. Some wondered what was wrong with her, but while no one decided to pry on her reasons as to why she was so distracted today, it was of general consensus that she should be early dismissed that morning from her duties. Honestly, the girl was just feeling worse for being called out. Yet, she took it with a smile and apologized, saying she was gonna train harder at home to keep up with her regular energy and self.

Perhaps she should go the girl's lockers and change her outfit again. The weather wasn't really favorable for short clothes, like the small top and miniskirt she had to wear for the cheerleading acrobatics practice to favor her aerodynamics. And yet...she wasn't really feeling it. With so much in mind from what happened last night and what kind of events it'll trigger, Wilson didn't take long in the lockers, grabbing her bag by one handle over her shoulder and soon making her way out silently. Perhaps she should meet the others... But where? She knew Frogerio attends the same academy, but she had no clue about Liam at all. And talking to Bernard/Bernadette was simply pretty stupid to begin with... It was one thing to talk to your pet, it's another thing when the pat actually begins responding to everything. So, Frogerio was the man to go. Having decided to search for him, another question would be posed to her: WHERE to start looking? Wandering around in the Academy's hallways with no goal in mind and no set path would only take her so far. Geez. She sat down by the lockers entrance, burying her forehead on her knees. Thinking...

Brittany was almost dozing off, if it weren't for her phone signaling she had received a new message, suddenly bringing her attention back to reality. How couldn't she? Once she saw the "you received a message at facebook", she wondered if it was from one of her cheerleading team mates turning back on their word, or something in the line. She didn't really expect it to be from...Frogerio. Of all people, him! The shock was so much she couldn't help but to gasp and make a face the scream, quickly standing up and regaining her usual posture.

How did he find her facebook profile in first place? Uh, nevermind that, she didn't even consider how easy it was to spot her accounts in famous social networks, she was just happy that he managed to find her and send her a message! Like, really?? She was thinking about him right now, searching for him to talk to him, what are the odds?? Universe must be truly conspiring to her favor, and like magic, her excitable demeanor was back to the usual self.

She threw the device ungraciously back to the depths of her bag and run through the hallways, until she found herself near the exit of the Academy's territory, looking around in search for anything resembling even remotely the figure of her friend.

As she reached the Academy entrance, she didn't have to look much or wait long. By the looks of it, Frogerio was already on his way the moment he sent her the message. It didn't matter much once the two of them could actually meet without any impedances, and to think all it took was a smart move to actually call each other thru social media. Like, they're teens, teens use social media like they must drink water everyday! It was, of course, an obviously intelligent decision, suitable for someone nerd-looking like Frogerio.

Anyway, seeing him talking to her in a much more relaxed fashion, contrary to the two meeting in the previous day (one being the awkward reunion at the gym hallways, the other being the real deal when they awakened together), was a good sign. She didn't have to worry about taking him to the infirmary under the little menace of a nervous collapse like before, right? "Hiiii! ", she grinned, such a broad, truly happy, or dare say excitable, smile upon seeing Frogerio that it'd be almost possible to spot all her teeth in the process. "Checked your message, like, instantly and came as fast as I could! Also, can I add you on facebook? My list is almost full, I must have a spot for you. I'll do it right now! No, wait, nevermind that, I'll do it later! I really have to talk to you about...that! Like, Oh! My! GOSH! What was it that happened last night? It wasn't a dream, right? I mean, we were together and, like, that guy you know, the redhead one, was there as well, something about him is familiar, but I dunno why, is it what what they call dejavu? And those things that came out of us, like, I heard voices inside my mind and it was one helluva creepy moment, I thought I was going schizo, but the next moment I saw there was a huge thing looking like a woman but not looking like one at the same time talking to me?, and I was, like, dressed like the Star Guardian series girl, and you were, like, dressed like a prince and, like, riding a giant frog beating the demons down, and the redhead guy was, like, controlling two dragons and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Her hands held Frogerio's shoulders as she squealed with her full lungs, like she was on a roller coaster ride! The boy could tell Brittany was definitely having a hard time processing everything that happened and speaking on a slower pace. Whatever it is that happened prior to that day, it was one hell of an exciting ride!

Alright, she didn't get exactly why he asked her to check on her facebook account, thus in her slight confusion evinced by the static blink of her eyes, she did as suggested, letting go of human contact for t he time being...and... once she saw, the broad, cheerful grin returned to her face. That was something she didn't expect at all, due to her distracted mind trying to cope with all events prior to that morning and assimilate everything in a rational, chronological manner. And man, that was something hard to do when everything still seemed surreal like a gimmicky dream. Though Brittany could pass it for a bit, simply because she realized he had made a compliment to her!

"You think so? I was kind of ready for today's training sessions but I was dismissed because they, like, thought I wasn't too focused as usual, and told me to return once I left whatever I had in mind out of the gym so I could get back to my concentrated self or stuff like that.", Brittany talked like it was nothing. Of course her worries over the recent events took most of her mind, but that wasn't the main reason of why she was sort of feeling under the weather that morning. As for the other reasons...? They got solved the moment the girl managed to reunite with her childhood friend...and hear his compliments to her attire, of course!

"Mhm, you definitely looked like a Prince! A fighting prince! You know, not the kind from the medieval tales, but more like...a modern remake, suitable for our contemporary technological times! Does that make sense?", she laughed a bit, it made perfect sense in her dreamy mind. The astonishing figure of Frogerio in a suit riding a monster, saving the night citizens from a horde of demons...definitely made sense in her mind. And as the girl recalled the fuzzy images from last night, her lips slowly changed its outlines a bit, from the former wide grin to a dreamy, silly, almost shy smile. "You were looking good... Not that you're ugly or anything, but...you looked different back then..." Something she couldn't explain about him...but something she definitely liked the moment she saw it.

"I did, right...?" The dreamy look on her eyes made itself more clear as she noted how Frogerio truly paid attention to her presentation. He, of all people, and here she thought he wasn't really the kind to appreciate sports or anything remotely close to it in real life. Call the girl narcissist, but another compliment from Frog won her, for sure!

"Shhhhh!", Brittany quickly placed one hand at Frogerio's mouth, looking around to check if someone else have listened to it. He said nothing truly secretive (at least, not beyond the tone of the regular topic), but the mere thought of someone listening to them talking as if they were Psyche Terrorists themselves frightened her. People in Endymion hated Pee Tee's with a passion that, if they've become two, then likely they were going to be chased down as well. It didn't take long for her to let go of him, of course, but the volume of her voice lowered considerably right after. "Keep it low! People might hear us! I don't really know much about it all, but one thing I remember is the masked guy from yesterday said something about a Platynum House and how the Queen is hiding something from all of us. And he did mention the Backlight District. I bet he'd be waiting for us tonight... Funny, I've been wandering around there quite a lot lately", pondering for a bit, yes, she had been quite often visiting Backlight, most of the time for no truly important reason until now. "We're coming, right? What do you think? I won't go if you won't go!"

"I knew I could count on you!" The girl squealed, clapping her hands together once in a pure expression of excitement. She did want to visit the Platinum stuff out of curiosity but of course, being alone in such endeavor was a no-go! And well, if Frogerio wanted to catch the masked man himself, he'd have his opportunity later on. As for his questions... Brittany crossed her arms, one finger delicately placed on her chin as she assumed a thoughtful posture. "I don't know... Hm... I don't really watch television a lot, but, like, everytime there's a new broadcast around about Pee Tee's and whatnot, it's painting them as bandits, outlaws and stuff, and the Cadets as the heroes. Like, they're against the Queen and the guy from yesterday did mention her, but no one ever seems to know why. I've heard about them at work or at school, during small talk, you know, and everybody is like "oh, they're bad guys", but if you ask me, yesterday's guy was not really bad. Like, okay, he threw those demons at us but he was more like...testing? Don't you think it's weird? Like, we were just kids, if he truly wanted to murder us like a bandit does, he could have done it easily, yet he didn't... And we got rid of the thingies quite easily, truth be told. Though I feel bad for killing a cat... Even if it's, like, not a regular cat, but a demon cat. Anyway, what's your opinion?"

If they're gonna be Terrorists, he asked? She couldn't deny, the thought of it scared her. Being chased was the last thing she could want for her life right now, and positively being a media person, spotting her location would be a no-brainer. On the other hand...having a taste of excitement on her routine could be something she'd enjoy on the short run, as long as it doesn't put her life and career in danger. "...I...am not sure? I mean... We know nothing about them, their purpose and whatnot. Are they recruiting? 'Cause that would be awesome, but it would be risky as well. Perhaps that's why he tested us, because he know he can't go out in the open saying "Heya, applications for Pee Tee's starting soon, sign up before the spots are closed!"" A silly hypothesis that made her chuckle, but really...that could cost his life, if what Brittany has heard about the treatment Psyche Terrorists receive from the Government is true. "I should totally write it down to ask tonight. One thing that worries me is... The guy knows who we are, he saw us with our masks on and without it while we have no clue about his identity! Isn't aligning with this kind of person a risk? For all we know, he could very well be walking nearby us this exactly moment without us knowing it's him and spying on us. Really, you wouldn't want it to happen to you. Like, never! I've heard stories about stalkers at work and they were, like, the worst thing ever! Can you imagine becoming paranoid because you never know when the creepy weirdo will show up??" This was something she hoped not to happen to them should they really become Psyche Terrorists. Despite the risks, there was this crescent curiosity about what'd be of her fate from now on. A feeling she couldn't shake off, or rather, she didn't want to.