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Normal days for the Saint Cassian Chamber were quite different than an actual normal day.
However, today Ocean looked tired.
She never looks tired.
She was also checking her phone during choir. Which was extremely unusual. Hypocritical, even. As Ocean would always scold the others for being on theirs.
Noel obviously points this out.
"Ocean, why are you on your phone, you literally tell us to put ours away all the time"
"I'm.. waiting for a text." Ocean blurts out quickly. Whatever, it's not like Ocean's personal life was important to them.
About halfway through choir practice and Ocean's descent into madness—courtesy of Mischa, Noel, and Penny—Mischa decided to string these specific words together to form a sentence in the english language.
"Yo i wish i was adult so i could gamble"
Something in Ocean seemed to snap.
"No! No, gambling is horrible! Don't!"
"Shut up little orphan a-hole i gamble all i want"
"Ocean, why are you snapping so bad over this? It's not that serious" Ricky signed. Ocean barely knows sign language. So, she turns to Constance.
"What is he saying?" She asked. She wasn't TRYING to sound rude, but old habits die hard.
"I don't know exactly, something about you snapping..? Or maybe-"
"He's asking why you snapped so hard cause you don't usually when Mischa and Noel ragebait you" Penny chirped. She had learned sign language a few years ago.
"I'm just having a... bad day." She hesitated.
"Uh-huh. Little miss perfect is having a bad day?" Noel said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Ocean you literally got hit with a baseball bat after getting a brick to the face and you still didn't snap." Constance said, her tone dry.
"You guys are looking too deep into this."
And practice resumed.
That night, Noel created a groupchat.
Noel has created a new groupchat
Noel has added Mischa, Constance, Richard and Penny
Noel Gruber has named the groupchat "wtf is going on w/ ocean"
Noel: "do u guys see what i see"
Constance: "yeah! i know shes bitchy and doesnt want us to end up in a bad situation but she shut it down really quickly"
Richard: "ew why is it like that"
Richard has changed their name to Ricky
Ricky: "good enough bro"
Mischa: "WE NEED GAME PLAN"
Penny: "stalk her"
Ricky: "yes"
Constance: "she'll notice.."
Penny: "joel?"
Penny: "howl*"
Penny: "boel**"
Penny: "oml vro istg ts pmo💔🥀"
Noel: "take your time girl"
Penny: "Noel"
Constance: "there we go!"
Noel: "fuck this im too lazy gn"
Ricky: "oh damn he just left"
Penny: "norl"
Mischa: "BABAHAHAH"
The next day, the choir took turns following Ocean around. Starting with Constance, then Penny, then Noel conveniently needed notes that he fell asleep during. Mischa lurked over her, it was creepy. Penny hung out with her again to simply get to know her more, since she was fairly new.
At lunch, the choir sat together, for some reason. As much as they all seemed to hate each other (no they just find Ocean annoying sometimes), they still stuck around each other.
Ocean never ate during lunch, her parents ate most of the food in the house, save for some crappy frozen meals that had little to no health benefits or nutritional value. She would usually be ranting on about something ridiculous, like why not everyone should have a library card. Something that the choir could block out or use as background noise while they ate. Today, she was on her phone, engaged in something that looked like she was.. texting? But her phone was horizontal and she was using her index fingers.
It seemed too.. rhythmic as well.
Suddenly, Ocean tapped faster with more intensity.
"What the fuck are you doing??" Nowl said, finally breaking the silence of the lunch table.
"i did it.." Ocean muttered as her phone flashed the "ALL PERFECT".
"i actually did it.. oh my goodness"
Yeah, Ocean wasn't gonna respond to them.
During choir practice, Mischa brought up gambling again.
Ocean snapped again.
"No, it sucks! Don't even dare, Bachinski!"
"Why are you so against gambling??" Mischa said, annoyance dripping into his Ukrainian accent.
"It literally sucks! Trust me, you won't get what you want! Ever!"
"Ocean," Constance began, "Why do you sound like you have experience?"
Ocean, being sleep deprived and hungrier than usual, let it slip out.
"Gacha systems aren't even that far off! And the Project Sekai rates are horrible!!! and the pity system sucks!! what do you mean i have to pull like 300 times to get a featured card on a lim banner?? that's like 30 ten pulls! which is like 300 000 crystals!! and when you're pretty late-game, crystals are so hard to get!! AND ITS JUST A FEATURED!! It's not even a guarantee for the card you want!! I hate this game!! I hate gambling!! All i want is the pretty cards!! is that SO MUCH to ask?!!?!?"
"…My god." Is all anyone had to say.
"HAMILTON STOP FOLLOWING ME!! GO DO GHOST THINGS.. LIKE DEAL WITH YOUR FAMILY OR SOMETHING ELSE I DON'T KNOW! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!! WHY DO YOU EVEN FOLLOW A 17 YEAR OLD FROM URANIUM CITY SASKATCHEWAN?! GO BE AMERICAN"
"...Ocean let's get you to the counselor's office."
"No!! I DON'T NEED IT!! I'm not crazy! Or depressed! I'm fine!!"
"Oce, you're screaming about some anime magic tiles game and alexander hamilton haunting you." said Penny, speaking for the first time in awhile.
Suddenly, Oceans head snapped over to her right.
"Say that one more time, i dare you."
Oh my god, she was talking to nothing. Ocean was officially going crazy! Maybe it was the lack of attention from her parents her whole life, maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the shitty meals she barely ate, maybe it was the fact she's been running on solely caffeine and second hand smoke for the past two days, or maybe the pressure to be perfect. Even better, maybe it was all of the above!
As if the situation couldn't get any more insane, a transparent figure with a tinted blue hue appeared. It seemed to have loose ginger hair and a masculine figure. It wore clothes the rest of the choir would only see in 18th century paintings and-
Oh my fucking god it's Alexander Hamilton.
"Ocean," Noel began, his eyes refusing to let his eyes drift away from the ghost as if it would disappear if he did. "Is that a fucking ghost."
"Is that Alexander Hamilton??" Constance creaked.
"Yooo…. this is mad wack" Is all Mischa had to say about the situation.
Ricky just stared, eyes wide.
"What… what is my life anymore" Noel said as he buried his face in his hands.
"Hi Oceannnn it's me againnnnn"
"Go away, Alexander."
"Hmmmm, how about… no"
"Why do you even follow me???"
"You've got a revolutionary spirit! And bad parents.. and I'm bored"
"I hate you so much."
"No you don'ttttt"
"Not even gonna humor this."
"She's… she's actually talking with a ghost. She's talking with a dead guy from the 1800s…"
Maybe we need to get Noel help.