It was getting just a touch too cold outside to hold a major event outdoors. But that would hardly put a damper on today's major event. Today the school Club Drive would simply be held indoors in the expansive "front" area of the school, which could be described as a foyer. It was a large empty space that was used for any number of things. Normally it was simply the general hang out and lounge-around area for the students. When events came along, they set up tables and chairs and little stages and made room for people to try and fish attention of the students. Today those tables would be populated by the many clubs the school offered, student-run organizations dedicated to any number of things so long as they had enough members and followed the club rules.
The Club Drive was a chance to draw-in new members or just show off what a club had to offer. The tables were colorful and creative, designed to catch the eye and explain what the club was about. The current members were meeting and greeting, or dressed up and demonstrating. There were little games to be played and prizes to be won, sometimes they offered free food or candy because students always flocked to free stuff.
Today, one of the largest clubs in the Academy was joining-in as always. The Anime Club had been a staple of the Academy for the longest time, and it was not tough discerning why. What had started as a club about its namesake had gradually become the general nerd interest club, encompassing anime, video games, card and board games, or whatever nerds were into. It was a nice smattering of student types too, as it attracted just about anyone with a passing nerd fancy.
In a fortunate turn of events, one of the hot new animes of the season featured a character perfectly suited for the bustling, table-filled environment of the Club Drive. One of the club members, a tall lanky young man with black-dyed hair was cosplaying Nyarlasa, a popular character from the anime Love of the Craft. For the uninitiated, it was about the Elder Eldritch Gods finally coming to Earth to feast on humanity's sanity, only to find that the internet had already inured everyone to their eldritch forms. Now the Elder Gods, Cthulun, Nyarlasa, Aza-kun, and Shub-Sama, travel the convention circuit trying to discern what drives people crazy nowadays.
"Come join the cult~ I'll be sure to use my nicest form~"
The Nyarlasa cosplayer was doing his best to stay in character, as the suave Nyarlasa that enticed humans to joining their cult with his promise of assuming a pleasing, tentacle-y alternate form.
((OOC: I totally encourage players to make-up whatever they want for this. Improvise. Go nuts.))
The Club Drive was a chance to draw-in new members or just show off what a club had to offer. The tables were colorful and creative, designed to catch the eye and explain what the club was about. The current members were meeting and greeting, or dressed up and demonstrating. There were little games to be played and prizes to be won, sometimes they offered free food or candy because students always flocked to free stuff.
Today, one of the largest clubs in the Academy was joining-in as always. The Anime Club had been a staple of the Academy for the longest time, and it was not tough discerning why. What had started as a club about its namesake had gradually become the general nerd interest club, encompassing anime, video games, card and board games, or whatever nerds were into. It was a nice smattering of student types too, as it attracted just about anyone with a passing nerd fancy.
In a fortunate turn of events, one of the hot new animes of the season featured a character perfectly suited for the bustling, table-filled environment of the Club Drive. One of the club members, a tall lanky young man with black-dyed hair was cosplaying Nyarlasa, a popular character from the anime Love of the Craft. For the uninitiated, it was about the Elder Eldritch Gods finally coming to Earth to feast on humanity's sanity, only to find that the internet had already inured everyone to their eldritch forms. Now the Elder Gods, Cthulun, Nyarlasa, Aza-kun, and Shub-Sama, travel the convention circuit trying to discern what drives people crazy nowadays.
"Come join the cult~ I'll be sure to use my nicest form~"
The Nyarlasa cosplayer was doing his best to stay in character, as the suave Nyarlasa that enticed humans to joining their cult with his promise of assuming a pleasing, tentacle-y alternate form.
((OOC: I totally encourage players to make-up whatever they want for this. Improvise. Go nuts.))