AH! CoLu Week! I can't wait to read all the cool stuff that people post (I've already read a few, and they are awesome!), and I'm super excited to present this rather lengthy college AU. I don't know quite why or how, but um... I wrote a novel. So, I hope you enjoy it because I rather enjoyed writing it. I really just meant to do seven one-shots, but then the songs I found to match the prompts just fit so perfectly for a complete plot that things got a bit out of hand...

I do want to note that I have never been in a sorority and I don't actually know anybody who has, so all information/inspiration for the sorority/fraternity stuff here is based on things like Revenge of the Nerds and the ABCFamily show Greek. Sorry in advance if that bugs anyone.

Anyway, on y va!

Day 1: Eternity

Part 1

"Hills of Eternity" by Buckethead

(August)

"Lucy, hurry it up already!"

Lucy grinned as she finished dragging the last of her suitcases out of her dad's car. The lawn of the antebellum-style house swarmed with girls lugging boxes and suitcases inside for the new school year. The sun glinted off various shades of hair color and a serious overabundance of pink and purple luggage. Lucy took a moment to appreciate the sight of her sorority's name spelled out against the beautiful white house: Fairy Tail. It used to be actual Greek symbols somewhere back when the house was founded, but when the nickname was fully adopted, everyone sort of forgot what it used to be called. The other Greeks on campus soon followed suit so that when new chapter houses popped up, they rarely bothered with the Greek letters to begin with and just chose a nickname.

"If you're so damn eager, why don't you lend a hand?" Lucy yelled back at her roommate of two years. Cana stuck out her tongue, but she came to help anyway.

"Well, Ms. Vice President, ready to get the party started?" Cana asked. She picked up a bright pink suitcase from the curb and hefted it over her shoulder while grabbing a matching laptop bag with the other hand.

"You bet! You know, now that we're in our third year, I think I've finally got a handle on this whole university thing. No more procrastinating, skipping class to sleep, or wasting too much money in the SAC."

"Keep dreaming, gorgeous," Cana said with a laugh. "As long as you remembered not to take any morning classes you might have a shot at the second one, but there's no way that Natsu's going to give you any hope of keeping those other two resolutions of yours."

Lucy pouted as she dragged her other two suitcases up the sidewalk. Cana probably had a point. Lucy's boyfriend had a habit of running through his food funds in the Student Activity Center cafeteria by the end of the first month, and because he knew that Lucy's dad paid her bill, he would mooch off of her for the rest of the semester. Her dad had given her a serious lecture about it when she went home for summer break, but then, he wasn't pleased with her choice of boyfriend anyway.

"I can't let him take all my food money this year. Dad said no more mooch-y boyfriend if he wants to be able to come home with me for Christmas," Lucy told her. They were nearly knocked over by an excited blue-haired woman running out squealing before tackling a young woman with pink hair who was struggling to pull a dark blue suitcase that was almost her size.

"Oh good, the sisters of love have been reunited," Cana said. She rolled her eyes and entered the house.

The large foyer was littered with unclaimed bags, but even with the clutter it was undeniably beautiful with the hardwood floors and white columns framing the open entrances to the dens on either side. Black and white photos lined the wall up the first flight of stairs. Lucy glanced at them as she passed, though she already had them memorized. She'd joined the sorority during her freshman year as a legacy. Her grandmother had helped to found the sorority nearly a century before, and her mother had served as president for her last two years of school.

Cana kicked open the door to their room, and Lucy winced as it slammed against the wall. She swore her roommate didn't know her own strength sometimes. The two girls dumped their bags on the floor and collapsed on their backs onto Lucy's bed. They'd been roommates for two years, starting in the dorms their first semester before moving into the house as active members. They had the same room and by default chose the same beds with Lucy by the window so she could catch a glimpse of some stars on clear nights and so Cana could avoid the sunlight as much as possible in the morning.

"So, spill, how was all the debutante crap this year?" Cana asked. She shifted onto her side with her head propped up on her hand. Lucy groaned and covered her eyes.

"I swear if my father doesn't stop trying to convince Freed Justine's parents that I'm secretly in love with their son I'm going to run away, and he'll never see me again."

"Before or after you finish your degree?"

"Probably after. After seems smarter, right?"

"Indeed. Leaving one's education unfinished seems unjustified when it is being paid for by someone else," Erza Scarlet said from the door.

Lucy removed her hands from her face to view their new President. She wore her vibrant red hair half up, and a pair of black glasses gave her a strict look that she really didn't need to go with her natural aura. She looked like she was going to a board meeting with Lucy's dad, the CEO of Heartfilia Enterprise, rather than moving into a sorority house at the start of the academic year. Lucy started to feel a little under-dressed in her blue mini-skirt and form-fitting white and blue tank top.

"Come on in and join us, Big Sis," Cana said with a wave of her hand.

"I'm a little busy at the moment, actually. I merely saw the door open and thought I would remind Lucy of the E-Board meeting tonight after dinner. Mira will be going over the recruitment plans."

"Don't worry, I'll be there!" Lucy said excitedly. Erza nodded and continued down the hallway. She and Mira, the VP of recruitment, were the only seniors on the executive board this year, but the three juniors joining them were excited to learn about the running of the sorority so they could keep the Fairy Tail house running the next year, too.

"So, seen any of the Sabers, yet?" Cana asked as they settled back onto the bed.

"No, the driver brought me straight here. Laxus took a separate car because he got up earlier than I did," Lucy said. "You?"

"I ran into Sting last night when I got into town. His training regimen is really paying off, I think he's working with a 12-pack at this point."

Lucy giggled. She figured she would head to the Sabertooth house the next day. Classes weren't starting for another week, but this week would be all about rush, so she really only had the next day to get settled and reacquainted with Natsu. She'd barely seen him all summer as her parents kept her running from one event to another with their wealthy friends and business associates.

"So…" Cana drew out the word. Lucy glanced at her roommate and cocked an eyebrow at the smirk on Cana's face. "Do you think Natsu's going to lavaliere you this semester?"

"Ugh, as if. I doubt he even knows what that means," Lucy said. She rolled over and buried her face in the still bare mattress. She made a mental note to get sheets and pillows on this bed as soon as possible.

"I'm sure one of the other brothers will let him know. Maybe. Actually, there's a small chance that none of them have heard of it before. They really aren't very concerned with traditions. And they aren't the brightest bunch," Cana sighed. Then, she giggled, "Not like those nerdalicious hotties at Crime Sorciere."

"What the hell is 'nerdalicious'? And you seriously did not just call them hotties," Lucy groaned. She shot a glare at Cana. "The door's still open; people can hear you. Do you want Erza to murder you? I'm the VP, I can't defend you against her. I'd lose my position."

"Oh please, like you haven't thought it, too. I don't get why we have to pretend to be too good for them just because they're a newer frat."

"They just formed last year!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Yeah, and at some point Fairy Tail was only a year old, too."

"Valid point," Lucy said. Then, she added primly, "But it doesn't matter because the newness of their frat isn't the reason we don't associate with them unless we have to."

"No, it's because we're the sister chapter to Sabertooth. And because Sorano is an overprotective bitch. It's still stupid. I wonder whose Cheerio's Jellal had to piss in to get that level of hate from the Sabers, though."

"I doubt we'll find out," Lucy replied. She stood reluctantly and started digging through a suitcase for her bedding. "Now help me make the bed or get lost, woman."

COLU*COLU*COLU

"Cobra, hurry the fuck up, man."

Erik rolled his eyes and threw a bag at the sound of his roommate's voice without looking. The yelp of irritation told him he'd hit his target, and he grinned. A hand came up to pop him on the back of the head.

"Cut it out, Macbeth," Erik hissed. He pulled his duffel bag out of the trunk of the cab and slammed the trunk lid down. He handed the cabbie a wad of bills before actually facing his best friend. "Why are you in such a rush anyway?"

"I've got something to tell you, and doing so in public would be tantamount to signing my own death warrant, so get your ass moving."

Erik sighed and picked up the duffel bag and backpack from the curb. Traffic in the area had been shit with all of the Greek's returning to campus before the dorms opened up. Tomorrow would be worse with all the fresh meat rolling in. He grimaced at the thought. He'd survived three years of the fresh-faced newbies, and he vaguely remembered (maybe) being one himself, though he'd started a few years later than most so he'd (probably) been less naïve than most. He'd get through it again, though this year was also going to bring a new set of problems with the frat's first rush.

The house was the very last one on Greek Row. While the other Greeks had white palatial residences in the Greek revival style of many southern plantations, Crime Sorciere had a brownstone doublewide townhouse. It had been the dorm for international students before the university built them a nice new place closer to the center of campus. Erik had to admit this suited the newest frat better. As the black sheep of Fiore U's Pan-Hellenic system, this seemed just right. Of course they also had a lot fewer members than the other houses, so the size would work for a while at least.

Macbeth shoved open the front door. It opened onto the kitchen with a flight of stairs separating the kitchen from the dining room. Weirdest set up he'd ever seen in one of these. It was like the architect had his plans backwards when construction began and the front of the house ended up at the back. He followed Macbeth up two flights of stairs to the attic. Instead of paying for remodeling, the attic had been designated the E-Board living quarters. Two beds to the right of the stairs had already been claimed, along with one to the left on the back wall. Erik threw his duffel bag on the remaining one. He was mildly grateful that Macbeth had let him have the window.

"Alright, spill. What's this secret that could lead to your untimely demise?" Erik asked. He dropped his backpack on the dresser beside the bed and ran a hand through his maroon hair. He decided a shower was in order as soon as possible. He was sure his hair was sticking up all over the place. Erik's fingers drifted down over the scar covering his useless right eye before he clenched his hand into a fist at his side.

"There wasn't one," Macbeth said with a shrug. "I just wanted to get your ass moving faster."

Erik threw a pillow at him, which Macbeth caught easily and hugged. He had his black and white hair in pigtails, which Erik thought made him look even more like a teenage girl with his heavy black eyeliner and the pillow hugged to his chest.

"And why was that so important again?"

"Because we need to talk about something," the president's voice drifted from the stairs. Erik was surprised he hadn't heard him coming. Usually his ears were way better than this. Jellal stepped the rest of the way into the room with Richard trailing behind him. The big man had to duck so his head didn't scrape the ceiling. Erik was pretty sure that Richard had grown again over the summer as his pants were a few inches too short; that or the man just couldn't find clothes that actually fit him. Neither option would be surprising.

"Alright, then, you spill. What's up?" Erik asked. He flopped back on his bed with a sigh of satisfaction. Airplane seats were not comfortable to sleep in, and it hadn't helped that the guy next to him kept using barf bag after barf bag the entire flight.

"It's about rush. And the cats," Jellal said. He smoothed his blue hair to the side before he took a seat next to Macbeth while Richard sank to the ground with his knees drawn up against him.

"Think they'll give us trouble again this year?"

"Undoubtedly," Jellal said.

"Remind me again what you did to piss Heartfilia off?" Erik said with a smirk. Jellal scowled at him. It wasn't a particularly intimidating look coming from behind the oversized glasses that were less fashion statement and more can't see shit. Though Jellal did pair it with a decidedly hipster wardrobe of skinny jeans and plaid, so at least he was trying to make his disability work for him.

"That wasn't my fault. I wasn't about to let the oaf take credit for a group project that he didn't contribute to."

"And your high academic morals are the reason we're fighting an uphill battle to gain acceptance in the Greek system. Right. What else did you do?" Erik said. Jellal blushed furiously, and Erik knew he was onto something far juicier, but Macbeth interrupted.

"Well, you certainly didn't help by getting into a brawl with Dragneel. On multiple occasions."

"The moron nearly gassed our entire chem. lab sophomore year with his stupid stunt. He could have killed people," Erik grumbled. That wasn't the only reason he'd decided to pound the hot-tempered pinkie into the ground, and it wasn't the reason for the other dozens of fights he'd gotten into with the guy. "And aren't you the one who alienated Fairy Tail by trying to hit on Sorano's teenage sister last year?"

"She looked far older! Besides, she's 18 now. You just can't appreciate true love at first sight, Cobra."

"Sure, we'll go with that. Fine, we're all to blame for this situation. Except maybe Richard."

The three turned to look at their treasurer as if waiting for him to admit that he, too, was somehow responsible for their frat's unpopularity on campus. He remained silent with a large grin on his face. Erik idly wondered how the man always remained so damned cheery. Instead of looking into it further, he turned back to Jellal.

"So what are we supposed to do about it, oh fearless leader?" Erik asked.

"I was hoping to hear some ideas from you three," Jellal said. "Though I do think being a little… nicer… would probably help. Especially to the women from Fairy Tail. They are the most influential sorority on campus."

"Yeah, Mermaid Heel and Lamia Scale aren't exactly known for their high rush counts or large number of invitations to shit," Macbeth said. "And the fact that Grimoire Heart likes us isn't really working in our favor as it is."

"Doesn't that mean we should try to be on better terms with them?" Richard asked. "If we all band together, the love on campus is bound to flow for all of us!"

"Pretty sure that's wishful thinking, big guy," Erik said. "Those sororities won't come within ten feet of us unless they think Fairy Tail will approve. They care too much about trying to emulate the girls from the biggest house. The real question is why can't Jellal's secret girlfriend get her sisters on our side?"

"It is a delicate situation for her," Jellal said. His tone was so prim that Erik half-expected the man to produce a porcelain teacup from his ass and sip from it with pinkie extended.

"Or is she ashamed of dating you?" Erik couldn't resist goading him. Jellal's eyes narrowed slightly, and Erik made a mental note to keep a close eye on his shower products and other personal belongings. The last time he'd truly pissed Jellal off, he'd ended up with bleach in his shampoo. Erik had been pretty sure before that pink wasn't his color, but now he was positive. Jellal let the jab slide without comment, so Erik was doubly concerned.

After tossing around a few more ideas (none of them worthwhile) Jellal and Richard left to greet the other six members and figure out dinner plans while Erik began unpacking and Macbeth began pestering him.

COLU*COLU*COLU

Lucy walked into the Sabertooth house without bothering to knock. She was such a regular figure in the house that no one even blinked when she strolled in. Gray just motioned up the stairs, and she made her way to Natsu's usual room. This time she did knock, just in case his roommate Sting was walking around naked again. Said roommate opened the door, rubbing a hand through his messy blond hair. He blinked sleepily for a moment before suddenly reaching out and pulling Lucy into the room. She let out a surprised 'eep' as she lost her balance and tumbled inside. She was only saved from hitting the floor by Sting's arms wrapping around her waist. She suddenly found herself staring at Sting's face from far closer than she really ever wanted to. He squinted at her and moved slightly closer. Lucy tried to back away from the movement, but Sting held her fast.

"Lucy?" He asked. Lucy was pretty sure some of her nose hairs shriveled up and died at the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"God, Sting, are you already drunk? Or rather, still drunk?" Lucy asked. She tried to breathe through her mouth to avoid the smell.

"Probably," Sting said with a laugh.

"Well, that's great. Where the hell is Natsu?" Lucy tried to get her arms up to push away from Sting's bare chest.

"Right here, babe," Natsu's voice called weakly from across the room. "Sting, leggo."

Sting practically dropped Lucy on the floor as he stumbled back to his bed. Lucy flipped him off before heading to the opposite side of the room. Natsu was spread out on his bed. He gave Lucy a lopsided grin before reaching up to pull her down with him. Lucy giggled.

"Miss me?" Natsu whispered.

"Of course, now come on, let's go out and do something. I'm going to be swamped with class and rush crap for the next couple of weeks. Let's hang out."

"We can just hang out here," Natsu said with a suggestive smirk.

"Oh yeah, you, me, and the walking case of sexual harassment over there," Lucy said, rolling her eyes. She sat up. "Seriously, let's get out of here."

When Natsu remained silent, Lucy leaned over him, pressing her sizeable chest into him. He hummed appreciatively, until she started tickling him in that specific spot to the left of his six-pack that made him squeal like a pre-pubescent girl when confronted with a nest of spiders. He rolled away from her and fell to the floor with a thump.

"Ugh, okay, okay," he said.

She admired the ripple of his back muscles as he push-uped off the floor and started searching for clothes. Lucy knew the guys had only moved in yesterday, so she really couldn't understand how their room could already be so messy, unless of course they had just skipped the closets all together and emptied their suitcases onto the floor when they arrived. Natsu finally located an acceptably unwrinkled t-shirt and pair of jeans. He ruffled his salmon-colored hair and looked down at her with a lifted eyebrow.

"Ready?" He asked. Lucy hopped up and kissed his cheek before smiling and dragging him out the door.

COLU*COLU*COLU

Erik scowled at Jellal through the mirror where the blue-haired man was looking over his shoulder. He got that they needed to advertise their frat around campus today so that maybe some of the freshmen and new transfer students would be interested in rushing with them. What he didn't get was why he had to wear the black bandana with the Crime Sorciere symbol while Jellal got to wear a hoodie, and Macbeth and Richard got to wear normal t-shirts.

"I look like the fucking Karate Kid," Erik grumbled. It probably didn't help that he was wearing dark red jeans and a gray sweatshirt. He sighed as he realized he'd done it to himself. He couldn't help it that his fashion sense was stuck in 80s brawler mode; it was just comfy.

"Perhaps," Jellal said with a shrug. "But more importantly, you look interesting. We want people to be interested."

"Then why aren't you three wearing one of these?" Erik asked. He pointed to the offending scrap of material on his forehead that was pushing his naturally spiky maroon hair to new heights.

"It looks better on you, Cobra," Macbeth said from his bed. He also looked like he was stuck in the 80s, but channeling Cyndi Lauper instead of teenage Ralph Macchio; Macbeth had purposely gotten a t-shirt too large for him so he could cut out the neck and wear it off one shoulder with his ripped black skinnies. And he still had the damn pigtails.

Macbeth flipped through a textbook while he sat cross-legged on the black and white comforter. Classes wouldn't even start for another week, but he was already getting ahead of the readings for all six of his classes. Erik suddenly realized why their frat was considered the geek squad on campus. He'd probably be doing the exact same thing over the weekend when they finally finished with rush events.

"Whatever. Can we just go already?" Erik asked.

Erik led the way downstairs where the rest of their members were waiting in the den. Most had on t-shirts like Macbeth and Richard, but for some reason Freed had opted for an intricately tied scarf, while Rufus had managed to stitch the Crime Sorciere symbol onto a fedora. Erik suddenly felt a little better about his bandana; at least he wouldn't be the strangest looking person after all.

Jellal handed out stacks of fliers detailing their events. Erik was glad they didn't have to do a formal recruitment like the sororities on campus; at least that would save some headache for him. With only ten active members, four of whom would be graduating that year, rush was even more important than it usually was for a fraternity. Jellal's goal was 8 pledges; Erik was afraid that might be a bit of a reach. Then again, most freshmen wouldn't know anything about the Greeks on campus, so they might get lucky.

They made their way as a unit to the opposite edge of campus where all the dorms were situated before splitting off to pick out likely targets. Erik tried to stick with Macbeth, but he lost him somewhere in the milling crowd of new students lugging boxes and suitcases between the buildings. For some reason, the campus designers had put a huge dirty pond in the center of a ring of dorms. It was rumored that the waters were toxic, but he'd gone skinny dipping in it on a drunken dare freshman year, and he didn't feel any mutations occurring. Still, he'd had to scrub his skin raw to feel really clean after the experience. Not to mention that he'd been too drunk to clean up before passing out, so he'd had to wash his sheets twenty times before he could comfortably sleep on them again.

Shaking off the memory, Erik surveyed the freshmen without much hope until he spotted a vaguely familiar face.

"Hey! You're the barf machine from the plane!" Erik barked. The guy dropped his bags in shock, and one of them split down the side, spilling clothing and a huge stack of books to the sidewalk. Erik strolled over and started helping him pick things up.

"Didn't mean to startle you, man," Erik said.

"It's fine."

Erik watched the black-haired man covertly. Long black hair framed a stony expression. He wore baggy black pants and a band t-shirt, one of those metal bands with an impossible to read logo. Judging by the stack of books he was helping gather up, the guy was a reader, and not just for classes. Erik glanced around at the crowd. When he didn't sense any other likely targets in the vicinity he decided to try something he wasn't used to: being nice to strangers.

"I can help you to your room if you want. I feel like a dick for your bag getting ripped."

"No need. I'm sure I can make it," the metal fan said. He tried to juggle the ripped bag along with his other two suitcases, but he ended up dropping the whole thing. Erik just watched in amusement, wondering how long the kid would hold out. It took two more attempts before he looked up to see Erik still standing there and said that maybe help would be appreciated after all.

"Name?" Erik asked as he lugged the two suitcases up the third flight of stairs.

"Of?"

"Your great-grandmother," Erik said. He rolled his eyes, but he kind of liked the snarky response. "You, Mr. Emo, I meant you. What's your name?"

"Ryos. Most people call me Rogue," he said after some contemplation.

"Erik. A few idiots call me Cobra."

They continued in silence on the fourth floor and finally reached a room that Rogue had a key to. Erik set the suitcases down with a small thump. He wanted to collapse in between them and thank whatever deity might exist that they were through with the stairs. He idly thought that this was a sign he needed to start training again. He'd only taken a month off, and he was already getting soft. Though, to be fair, he was pretty sure there were either bricks or books in both suitcases.

"Nice place," Erik said. He surveyed the closet that the university deigned to call a bedroom. There was about two feet of space between the beds with desks attached to the ends. Maybe a foot away from the desks were two sliding closet doors with the hall door in between them. "Cozy."

Rogue grunted. He set the broken bag on the bed.

"Well, thanks for the help, man," he said.

"No problem," Erik turned to leave but then he remembered why he was actually helping in the first place and he faced Rogue again. "Hey, you ever thought of joining a fraternity?"

"Do I look like a frat guy?" Rogue asked. It was almost creepy how little emotion the guy betrayed. Erik was usually fantastic at reading people, but he just couldn't get a sense of the kid's thought process at all.

"Do I?" Erik countered.

"No, you look like the Karate Kid," Rogue said. Oh yeah, Jellal's ass was getting kicked when Erik made it back to the house.

"Look, Ryos—."

"Rogue."

"Alright, Rogue. Crime Sorciere isn't like most frats. We're a little… eccentric. But we'll be holding a rush week with the other Greeks starting tomorrow. Just think about checking us out. You might like us. And you won't have to share a shoebox like this with someone if you live in the frat house." Erik held out one of the flyers about the events.

Rogue turned back to the bag on his bed with a shrug. Erik laid the flyer on the desk before he walked out and found himself in front of an elevator. Why the hell hadn't they taken that instead of the stairs? He waited five minutes for the elevator car before giving up and taking the stairs back down. He figured he needed the exercise anyway.

He considered trying to find another potential target, but he honestly felt that his good deed for the day was done, despite the fact that he still had a good fifty flyers in his hand. As he stepped out of the building, he was nearly knocked over by a couple running past him. Erik glared at the blond and pink heads as they continued away from him. He heard a bubbly peal of laughter from the girl as her boyfriend tackled her to the grass, and his glare hardened.

"Fucking Fairies and their goddamn pussy cat boyfriends," he muttered. Resolve restored, he began handing out the event flyers to any male who passed too close to him.

COLU*COLU*COLU

Erik was undeniably surprised by the turnout for the first event. Jellal had scheduled it earlier in the day than most frat rush activities, so that probably helped. He'd managed to find out what time slot was free of orientation activities, too, so there really wasn't anything else going on at the school. Still, there was something like 50 young men crowded into the backyard attempting to mingle. The pizza had vanished in the first five minutes, and he was pretty sure the soda and cookies would soon follow, and with it the people, no doubt.

"Well, time to mingle," Erik muttered to himself before diving into the middle of the chaos.

Half an hour later, there were only ten people not already in the frat standing around the backyard. Erik was trying not to murder the small brunette in front of him talking about financial mergers and the stock exchange. Of course, he was thinking of the hundreds of ways that he could kill the fragile-looking boy, and most of them involved his bare hands and mixed martial arts training. He felt his eye glazing as the boy (Evan? Ivy? Ever? What the hell was his name again?) continued talking about why he wanted to study finance. Erik's gaze flicked toward the house, and he had to repress a shout of pure ecstasy when a new face appeared.

"Sorry, man, can't wait to hear more about it later, but I've got to go greet the newcomer," Erik said. He clapped a hand on the small boy's shoulder in what he hoped was a friendly gesture before nearly sprinting toward the new person, who he was actually somewhat glad to see.

"You're late," Erik said.

"Does that automatically disqualify me? Because I can leave," Rogue said tonelessly.

"Not on your life, man," Erik said. He grabbed Rogue's arm and pulled him further into the yard. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so intent on the metal kid joining, but at least with him here right now he could avoid the finance freak. "You did miss the pizza, though. Come meet the prez."

By the fourth day of events, Erik was tired and not particularly hopeful about their prospects. Rogue had come to one other event, and the finance kid whose name turned out to be Eve showed up to all of them, but turnout was otherwise decidedly negligible. Jellal had originally planned to do a party for the final night, but he nixed the idea when he heard that Sabertooth was already doing that, and they had invited Fairy Tail. Even people who weren't trying to get into Sabertooth would be there. The time and place was still on the Crime Sorciere event flyers, but they doubted anyone would show up.

"Movie night?" Macbeth suggested. A general chorus of "meh, okay" went up around the living room.

Surprisingly, four potential members did show up. Eve was the first to arrive; he was over dressed in a button-up and blazer, but then, Freed usually sported a smoking jacket and cravat, so who were they to judge? A purple-haired boy named Matthew came with his roommate, Nathaniel. Erik didn't actually remember speaking to them at any point, though he did vaguely recognize Nathaniel's horribly drawn star tattoo on his forearm. They had already started on the first Star Wars movie (A New Hope, not Phantom Menace, at Lahar's insistence) when the doorbell rang again. Jellal ushered Rogue into the room.

"Didn't want to party with the kitty cats?" Erik murmured as Rogue took the seat next to him. They'd collected all the pillows in the house and arranged them on the floor in front of the giant flat screen mounted on the wall.

"Not particularly," Rogue said. "I prefer to avoid them when I can."

Erik arched an eyebrow at that, but Rogue didn't seem inclined to elaborate, so he let it go. If the only way to get new members was by playing on the fact that the E-Board couldn't be the only people who had crossed the Sabers at some point, then so be it.

Halfway through A New Hope, they had to up the volume by a lot, and even then, Erik could still hear the music and shrieks of hilarity coming from Sabertooth just a little ways up the street.