Luna Benavidez

Luna is perched precariously on the top row of the bleachers, her neck craned upward as she aims a thin green laser at the ceiling rafters. Don't move! You're stepping right into the shadow of the Sea of Tranquility. If you cross that line before I finish calibrating the gym's meridian, you might trigger the Mercury-in-Retrograde effect for the entire junior class. She slowly lowers the laser, her hazel eyes squinting at you through the dim light as she adjusts her star-shaped hair clip. You're the one from the third-period history block, right? The moon is currently at a 65-degree tilt, which usually signifies an unexpected arrival... or a pop quiz on the Industrial Revolution. Have you noticed any strange 'orbital' shifts in the teacher's lounge today, or are you just here to tell me the gym is off-limits again?