Plots & Schemes - Evan Tags Patch, Brit, Mal, any

[Evan Hughes]

Grabbing what slightly resembled a burrito, and probably tasted a little less like one from the wonderful lunch ladies at the cafeteria, Evan headed straight for one of the still many empty tables, bottle of coke also in hand. He had rushed the moment the bell rang to get there, wanting to bag a table for the inevitable planning and plotting, though it was a usual sight to see Evan running around the school anyway.

He spent all that morning trying to come up with something good for the party. It had to be something funny, something that would piss off Aly and the other preppies, something Mal could film, at least the reactions to, and finally, something that would impress Brittany. That couldn’t be left out, after all. It was a lot of pressure to put on his shoulders after all, but he had something, the blueprints of something, and he was sure they could flesh it out into something the rich kids wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He just knew the night would be a blast, no better way to kick off the weekend.

Starting on his lunch, glad he had the drink to wash it down, Evan heard someone coming and playfully propped his feet up on the seat alongside him. “Nah-ah, not so fast. Gotta say the password if you want a seat at the cool table.”

[Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff)]

Patch eyed Evan's feet, tempted to just shove them off the seat, but then decided to sit on the table instead. "Exploding cake," He began, an attempt at a password as well as the launching point for an explanation of just how to achieve such a thing. He had spent all five classes leading up to lunch contemplating how to have an exploding cake, and while he knew any other prank they came up with would be brilliant, he had his heart set on seeing a cake attack.

"I've thought of a way to make it happen. We gotta bring our own cake, though, use fireworks instead of candles. Maybe those sparkler thingies." Although he wasn't sure that sparklers would make the cake explode, exactly, they might have to do a little bit of research. Research was distasteful, but in the interest of exploding cakes it might actually be worth doing just this once.

He slid one hand into his jeans pocket, pulling out his sandisk. "Okay, here's some of Eulberg's stuff. Don't care what the pop princess says, he's AMAZING. Won't be the only stuff I play, maybe throw some Ima Robot in, a little Saint Etienne, maybe some of The Beauty of O.K. to round things out..." He explained, as though Evan ought to know exactly what he was talking about. Whenever he acquired a new CD, or downloaded an album, he made sure to play it for his friend, but that amounted to far more music by more artists than he really should have realistically expected anyone to remember.

"Throw some stuff in for you and Brit, too, MGMT or Motion City Soundtrack or The Hush Sound or something. Maybe grab some of The Rioters' stuff."

He held the mp3 player out to his friend expectantly. "Whaddaya think? Pretty awesome, huh?"

[Mal Harper]

Mal smiled as she walked over and eyed the two boys, "I do not need a password to sit. i have no problem sitting on your lap or on top of your feet. The only people with the issue might be JJ and Brit." Mal said laughing as she took a seat next to Patch, but placed her feet down next to Evan's. "But if you need a password I would say 'Urban Prankster'. Its this website I found about all these awesome pranks pulled over the country. You both should check it out." She said with a smile.

"Are we really going to go back into a debate about the crap you call music DJ Fluff. I mean we could go in circles all day. Hand over that MP3 players and let me check this so called music out." She said reaching for the MP3 player. She was a good sport and would listen. Although even if she liked the music she would not admit it. It was fun to make fun of Patch and his music.


"However if I were you I would ditch the Hush Sound . They are totally overrated. Then again you would like their Indie style. You know they were described as an Indie Pop Quartet. And here I thought pop was not your style. Whose the pop princess now." Mal said bumping Patch. "So whats the plans for tonight?"

[Evan Hughes]

“Ah, and finally her master plan is revealed!” Evan laughed, winking at Patch. “Brit would have no problem, cause it’s not my lap you would be sitting on. Admit it, we all know, you have a thing for Patch. Can’t blame you, what, with his mad music tastes and his rugged good looks. Hell, if it wasn’t for Brit, I’d be after him myself.” he teased, playfully pretended to shove Mal’s feet away with his own. It was funny to joke about Patch and Mall hooking up, and this wasn’t the first time Evan had. Besides the fact that Mal was completely happy with JJ, her and Patch were probably one of the most unlikely couples that Evan could think of. Sure, they were good friends, but dating...well, that would just be weird. “And come on, you’re talking to the Original Prankster here Mal, of course I know that website.” he joked.

Taking the mp3 before Mal had the chance to, he nodded enthusiastically, even though he had only heard of about half of the bands Patch had mentioned. He figured they had to be good though, his friend did have the goods when it came to music. “Hey, this is DJ Fluff we’re talking about here. Of course it’s going to be good. But yeah, some Motion City would be good. And The Rioters, get me in good with my girl.” he smirked. “But please, please no MGMT. Was alright at first, but overkill, seriously.” he laughed.

“But plans, huh? Well, Patch here, and I second him, think exploding cake is the way to go.” he grinned, before pulling his feet of the seat and leaning in, as if they were about to discuss something serious. Which, to his mind, they were. Pulling pranks and jokes was a serious business. “Cake should be easy to rig up, maybe. Ah, minor details.” he smiled. “I figure, the best way to do this is a low key approach. So, we, as many of us as we can get, crash the party. Patch goes and takes over the music. I’ll get the cake somewhere...safe, and light up the fuses, then go distract, I mean, entertain everyone, along with the other taggers alongers. Brit can bother Aly and you Mal, can set up and film all the fun. Sound good? I’ll see what I can do to delay the flying cake, it’ll be fun to annoy everyone!”

[Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff)]

Patch grimaced at the thought of Mallory jumping on his lap, he was grateful that she hadn't tried it. He wasn't real sure how to reject her without freaking out, and anyway, then JJ would be mad at him.

"Indie pop is not the same as pop," He explained patiently, as though he really thought Mallory both cared and had never heard any of this before, even though he had only told her about once every week since they had met, "Indie pop is an actual genre, it grew out of the post-punk movement. Pop, just plain pop, is what happens to be popular. And we all know if it's popular, it must suck. Indie pop, that's good, c'mon, how can you not like of Montreal, or Bishop Allen? You have to be pretty backwards."

Somehow, though, he seemed to have misjudged Mallory and Evan's musical tastes, since they quickly nixed two bands he had been sure they liked. Maybe it was Brittany who had mentioned liking MGMT, not Mallory; he just tended to assume that if one of them liked something, the rest would follow. Not a very good way to throw all his friends into one musical box, but that was how he tended to think.

He grinned at Evan's game plan. "I'm down with that. Any music requests?" He could easily supply enough music for an entire week of partying, but he figured that any music that Evan and Mallory liked would annoy the preps just as much as any experimental and art rock bands would, even if he did think that Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance were pretty poptastic. And in any event, as much fun as pestering Mal was, they were all uninvited guests at someone else's party, so it was probably wiser to just get along for once.

[Mal Harper]

Mal laughed at what Evan said, "You know Evan...you know me too well. I just can't help it. I admit it...I am in Love with Patch. I just cannot hide my feelings anymore." Then Mal turned to Patch and looked at him, "I have been trying to find a way to tell you and JJ, but I can't help it...I am just....so....into you..I mean...you have to feel it too....right.." Mal tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing.

"Sorry dude...I could not help it." She said laughing. "Man the look on your face...preiceless." Mal said. She was laughing up a storm. "I would never step near Patch's lap. His lack of musical taste might rub off on me....ewww..." She did a fake shiver.

"Yeah. yeah. Indie Pop is great. It originated from the United Kingdom with roots in Scotland. I know all about Indie Pop. But do not forget its just another type of alternative rock which was also born out of the post-punk movement and there for this road always leads back to punk music. The best music there is." Mal pointed out. "So looks like by some twist of the world we have similar taste in music, only I find Punk to be the best."

Patch and Mal did like the same music. They just had a difference of opinion on what the best type of music was. "Oh I request the Sex Pistols, and The Clash." Mal loved those bands. A few of her favorites."Oh and you can't forget REM and the Violent Femmes." Mal suggested too.

"I doubt anyone will notice me filming the party. They will probably think i was hired to do so. Just give me some sign when your ready. Oh and make sure Brit gets Aly and the birthday boy or girl near the cake. That will be the best."

[Evan Hughes]

Though it was pretty obvious Mal was joking when she said she loved Patch, she wasn’t that good of an actress, the slight fear in Patch’s eyes on the off chance that she was telling the truth was nothing short of hilarious. Evan managed to hold back until Mal started laughing, before joining in himself. He calmed himself down enough to tease Mal a bit more though, it was fun teasing the ‘happy couple.’ “You know, you laugh like it’s a joke, but what you just said...it sounded a bit rehearsed to me. You sure there’s something you’re not telling us? Come on, you can be honest, you’re among friends. And a possible future husband.”

“You know me, I’m happy with whatever you go with, Music Man.” Evan shrugged when asked about requests for their party crashing. “Yeah, all that Mal wants is fine with me.” he agreed, before turning slightly so hopefully only Patch could see him as he mouthed ‘No REM.’ “It’s all good.” he continued, before mouthing again ‘No REM’. He had no problem with REM, in fact, Evan was sure he had a couple of their CD’s tucked away in his room somewhere, they just didn’t seem like a party crashing sort of band to him. “Oh, I wouldn’t argue if you happened to play AC/DC’s TNT.

“Nah, not needed. If Patch and I do it right, when the cake blows, you’re not gonna have to be anywhere near the cake to get a face full of icing. Mmmm, I’ll try to make it chocolate.” Laughing, Evan was really looking forward to how the night was going to go. Aly would be pissed, Brit, all their friends and himself would have a blast, it was going to be a great night.

[Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff)]

Patch shrunk back as Mal began to confess her undying love, almost falling off the table in his haste to get away. He was pretty sure she was joking....right? She had to be joking....he was very relieved when she admitted that she was. That would have been disastrous, he wouldn't be able to mock her anymore, he'd be too busy hiding everytime she came into sight.

"See, you know this, and you still don't get it." He shook his head in disbelief. It was a familiar conversation, yet they never seemed to be able to stop rehashing it. "Similar, but not the same. Mine is still better." He opined, unable to resist.

He pretended to write Mal's requests into the air. "Great, I think I can manage that, just have to borrow from dad's record library. You think they'll have the capability to play phonographs at this party?" Not that he would directly admit it, because all of Mal's requests were ancient, but he had mp3s of all the bands she'd requested and would not have to resort to vinyl. But if he hadn't had copies himself, his dad was a fan of the same music that Mallory was, so he always had a source. Just a source that wasn't compatible with any of his own music playing devices.

So between Mal's punk rock, and some of the more bizarre bands he liked, the kind generally described as an acquired taste, he thought the hijacking would go great. "This is gonna be terrific," He enthused, "Can't wait for exploding cake, and if all the guests are in fancy duds, they'll be so angry." It wasn't very nice, but it would be hilarious, and having their genius immortalized on film would make him very happy, indeed; after all, since they couldn't watch the fire anymore, they needed a new video with which to admire their own handiwork.

[Mal Harper]

Mal shrugged at what Evan said, "I could be joking. I could not be joking. I guess neither of you will ever know." She winked at Patch to reinforce the joke. This was too good. The poor guy, "But I will say I am very happy with JJ and I do not want to see him kick the crap out of ole Patch here. Not until after the party anyway." She smiled.

"You still think you're tastes are better. Excuse me, no. i do not think so." She assured Patch, "I have the superior taste." They could go on like this all day. It was part of their never ending music war. Although when it came down to it both of them had the same taste just neither was willing to admit it because fighting about it was too much fun.

"Okay my requests are not that old. They are not on vinyl. I happen to have found some at this cool CD store. Specifically tailored to older bands. " Mal told Patch. She looked back at Evan, "Chocolate, now thats even better. It will be hard to get the stains out of all those fancy clothes. Now all I have to do is stay ungrounded until after tonight. I might switch camera's for tonight and get one with a bigger lens. Its would be much better."

[Evan Hughes]

Laughing as Patch and Mal continued to argue about who had the better taste, at least when it came to music, Evan reached out to squeeze one knee of each playfully. “Calm down kiddies. You both have great taste. I mean, you’re both friends with me after all.” he teased. “Can’t get much better taste than that. But, if you want to settle this matter once and for all, who has the better taste, fair enough. It’s me.” he shrugged as if this was obvious, stretching his legs out on the seat. “I don’t know all the bands Patch likes, and I’m not into the oldies as much as Mal here, but, I like the good stuff. Not to mention I’m dating a singer in a band, that’s some good taste. Plus, in general, I mean, my movies, my awesome threads, you just have to have one look at me to know I am a man of impeccable taste.” he grinned, looking down at his current outfit choice of jeans with a small hole in the left leg and an old Transformers t-shirt. Yeah, he had taste. “See, problem solved. No more arguments.”

“Of course they’ll be dressed up and stuff, posh place and all.” Evan laughed. “I’m going to go all out myself for the night, make me look all pretty.” he grinned, absently running a hand through his hair to straighten it. “The only downside with a chocolate cake is that I like chocolate. A lot. And, me and willpower, we haven’t really seen each other for a while. I’ll try to resist that chocolatey goodness.” The fact that the cake would contain fireworks just might be enough to help him stay clear. “Cool, bigger lens. Yeah, so no toilet papering anyone’s house, or tagging any walls from now to the party, both of you. Can’t go getting grounded and stuffing things up.” the teen laughed.