Dean geared up as a college student: VCU t-shirt and backpack. He didn’t risk attending the anime club directly. He set himself up on a bench near the main entrance of Welsh Hall, netbook on his lap, looking studious. He checked faces as the club members filtered in, checking them off against a file of group photos, while pretending to study. Looking for known members that did not attend.
He narrowed the field to a dozen regular attendees. He excluded the women for now. He checked for posts from the men:
“Can’t make this one, test coming up.”
Jonathan Wexler is at VC Wing Stop.
“Sry Savior Dragon Twilight is gay.”
Dillon Dawley is attending Mu Theta Pi Playbro Ball.
Dawley had some of his accounts set at private, but a request Dean had made from the account of “Tayshalicious” had been accepted. No mention of the anime club on his accounts, but he had been tagged in group pictures, and had left comments about the club on other members profiles, including a “I’m all over that shit” referring to the last meeting. Dawley had been editing all the accounts he could, removing any reference to the anime club. There was the possibility grief was a factor, but the grieving don’t go to frat parties. And neither do anime club members.
There was no other reference to Mu Theta Pi on his profile, and he didn’t appear to be a member. Either he intended on crashing, or he was a guest. Either way, the Bleeding Skull wanted to know why. He was going to crash a frat party.