College is a time when all children come of age, where their future is forged and their destination determined. Cliques are the fabric of any college tapestry, the company you keep will become you, and you it. The jocks and cheerleaders rule, obsessed with physical perfection sex and little else. There are nerds who excel in academia but wilt in social situations. Goths, whose fascination with the macabre and occult leave them at odds with the rest of the school. The promiscuous party girls and boys who love nothing more than partying every night, drugs and alcohol. There are tonnes of cliques. Some struggle to find their place, they must wander aimlessly around full tables at lunchtimes searching for a clique to attach themselves to, but once you have joined a clique, that is who you are, your label; 'who's that geek over there', it shapes who you are and who you will become.
At our college, Poncingtons, one clique has developed a way to change people, to take a person and reshape them, transforming their body and soul into one of their own. Cliques as plague. It could be as simple as touch to infect someone with their clique. Or perhaps some kind of device they have invented, a drug of some sort, maybe wearing an enchanted item of clothing is enough to change you.
A nerd may find himself transformed into a hulking jock, his love of chess and compters replaced by fantasy football and fantasies of sex or vice versa. A group of ravers may want to spice up the school and start slipping people special pills to turn even the most timid girl into a wild party animal. Or maybe all the cliques have this power and it's an all out war for control of the school?