Event Private Beat Up My Ideas

Logan had been busy, busy, busy supporting Dorian's campaign. His own was tied to it, so it wasn't like he was completely ignoring that. Except, he did have to begrudgingly admit he needed to work at Vice a little more separately if he was to have any chance for it. He needed to be bolder. He needed… what he needed was alliances, and he knew with his friendship to Shay, he had a good chance of Rosales family members backing him up.

He'd eagerly agreed to talk more individually with Sherry, though, after the rush of campaign events, he rather realized there'd never been actual plans made, no date or time, and was left rather disappointed. He went about his other activities, deciding that if they bumped into each other again, he'd stop being empty-headed and actually schedule something.

When making his way back from a run for more of Dorian's (none of Logan's, he hadn't made any yet, embarrassingly) buttons and event fliers to hand out, jogging along with a box of them in his arms, he spotted long red hair from the corner of his eye. He stopped, catching his breath, and called out to her spontaneously. "Hey! Sherry! Wanna walk with me? We can chat while I work!"

"If you want to support Dorian's campaign, why not? I'm passing out these for advertisement, and the goal is to keep emptying the box out until everyone here has a button and knows when the next election party is," Logan explained, grinning. He pinned a button to her shirt, nodding approvingly.

"I also want to hear about you, Sherry. What're your hopes with joining the council? How's your campaign been going?" He talked, of course, but never stopped moving, chattering at others along with it, going on practiced spiels about his beloved presidency candidate and their goals in the Academy. "I care a lot about the arts programs, personally, and clubs."

This peppy girl made him feel energetic too, like he'd chugged a whole mug of coffee at once. It was, of course, a bit disorienting too, but that was fine. "I like you, Sherry," he told her, nodding. "Your enthusiasm is fantastic. Keep up that chipper attitude and you'll go far. The council is for the people, by the people, so let's have fun and make sure we're all feeling good. I'm glad to have you on the team." He reached out on impulse, smiling in return, to ruffle her hair. She kind of reminded him of his own sister, Gracie, but he wouldn't say that. It would be admitting he liked Gracie, and he didn't want to give the menace any satisfaction.

"It's good you have family to help. I can't really say the same for my siblings, so I envy you." He gave a tiny sigh. He was about to go on, maybe snark a bit where he could get away with it, then he spotted someone approaching them and lit up like a star, shifting back into work mode. He needed to be professional and pleasant. He was fully ready to offer this boy buttons.

On closer inspection, he seemed a tad out of place, younger looking but not in uniform. Maybe a little awkward. New student. Had to be. Logan didn't have to adjust himself to look less threatening, because he had that demeanor naturally. He offered the boy a friendly look and a tiny wave. "Hello there. Are you a recent arrival? I'm Logan, this is Sherry. Is there anything we can help you with?" This could very well get them votes, and it wasn't something unusual for him to have done otherwise. He was a proper, helpful student, after all.

A voice in the back of his head kept nagging him. Something felt off here, something missing with this person. He couldn't place it, and that bothered him. There was a quiet urgency that wasn't present when he looked at him.

Logan raised an eyebrow in amusement at Sherry's offer. That was a funny reaction for a girl her age to have. Really, he wasn't as bitter about such matters anymore. For every painful, uncomfortable second he spent in the Delacroix house, he could sneak away to the Graham's, laze about in his dad's old room, help cook meat pies with his grandma. He even texted some of his cousins and saw them around at school. It didn't matter if the people he lived with weren't family, because he had it elsewhere. "We're friends, Sherry! I'm sure we can become very good friends. I don't think you're boring, either. You're cute."

He huffed a laugh when she went right ahead and gave the boy a button. "We're drowning in student council elections right now, if you're confused. There's no issue in taking a break to help you, though, don't worry." Logan hummed and looked around for a moment, getting a feel for his surroundings and where they were. Near the event center. Needed to wind around to get to the highschool building and dorms. He nodded. "We can take you there, I know where it is."

He gestured for Sherry and the kid to follow him, then softened his voice. "The school is intimidating right now, but you'll settle into it! I've seen newbie after newbie go through the same awkwardness, and everything always turned out just fine."

While they walked, Logan cleared his throat and chose to address something else. "I'm a unicorn, if you were wondering, yes. Horn and tail. Half human, half unicorn, anyway. Did you come from a situation with only humans? What's your name, by the way?"