Circe smiled as she sipped her Coke bottle, lounging atop the dividing wall for a wheelchair ramp. It wasn't hard to balance on the wall between the parallel ramps, there was plenty of space for her to lie down. She was more entertained by the argument below her.

Students were having a tiff over the new president. Some were arguing for and others against. Loudly. With lots of shouting and audio clips from their phones to "prove" their opinions. It reminded her a lot of flame wars from forums. When had people gotten so shitty at talking in person?

Not that the Summer really cared. She'd been tempted to shout in favor of each side at random but the need had never come up. While most of the students weren't doing more then talking loudly, their were a few that were taking things very seriously. Circe could feel their anger at each other growing as the debate continued. These two were talking about signs, protest, and counter protests.

Plus plenty of insults regarding their foe's intelligence or breeding.

The elf was sure it'd come to blows eventually if someone didn't interrupt.

Which she very much did not.

Circe had not reason to interrupt. No incentive to prevent escalation. Nobody had asked her if she was supposed to be here, so why should she risk anything for some normans? So long as she was pretty, lazy, and not causing trouble she was sure the faculty wouldn't ask her about her presence.

Especially when there was such much burning rage she could collect as Glamour.

Like she'd told her fellow Summers: colleges were an easy place to find angry people.

The Fairest just had to wait, ah there it was. The first act of...violence. It was a shove. That was to be expected but the resulting "fight" wasn't as fun as at some bars. Mostly shoving, no fists, and their friends quickly holding the students back.

Circe drew in as much emotion as she could with this chance. She knew there would be plenty of opportunities for more.

Circe chuckled, "I love politics."