Greendale Community College- Thursday afternoon
Annie had always thought herself pretty open to things, and tried to be involved in the community by volunteering and doing her part. And then she went to college and realized that there was so much out there that she didn't know was even happening, and she had to be involved in the world.
Britta had mentioned murders in Guatemala at study group, which Annie and Shirley had found shocking. She'd also told them to start with a journalist named Chacata-Panecos who'd been killed for speaking out against the government, and so they'd started there. And done research. And made baked goods to give out on the quad in order to raise awareness for Guatemala. If you asked Annie, it was going really well.
When she saw Britta had found Shirley over by the table, she came over, excited to give updates on everything they'd planned out. "Okay," she told Britta, "once it gets dark, I hand out the candles, and we do what's called a speechless protest. We put tape over our mouths and stand hand-in-hand in a sea of outraged silence."
A group of students nearby- they'd come out for the event. Or maybe the brownies, whatever, it got them out there- turned on some rap music, which Britta immediately went to turn off. "Starburns, no."
Well, Annie didn't think that was very positive. "Britta, what's gotten into you?"
"This is not how we do this," Britta insisted.
"It's not how you do it because we're doing everything," Shirley pointed out.
"But this is tacky and lame!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth and she saw the shocked, hurt looks on Shirley and Annie's faces, Britta seemed to regret saying it. "I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. What I meant to say wat that this cause is really personal to me."
"Are you saying we're not allowed to protest?" Annie asked, trying not to be offended and totally and completely failing. "Britta, you sound like Guatemala."
"Sounds like somebody has a case of 'use fringe politics to make themselves feel special but doesn't ever do anything,'" Shirley added, using finger quotes liberally to get her point across.
"No, I do things!" Britta protested. "I went to..." She trailed off, and the pause grew longer as the shame set in. Then she said, a little dully, "I don't do anything. What can I do?"
If Britta was willing to change, then Annie was willing to accept her help. She reached down by the table and picked up the papier-mache work of art to hold out to her. "You can hang the Chacata-Panecos pinata."
Britta looked like she might stomp her foot in frustration. "You guys realize he was beaten to death, right?"
"That's where we got the idea," Shirley admitted.
Annie nodded, just a little bit proud, and added, "Poignant."
Britta left to hang up the pinata really quickly after that.
[NFB, NFI, OOC okay. From 1x02, Spanish 101.]
Britta had mentioned murders in Guatemala at study group, which Annie and Shirley had found shocking. She'd also told them to start with a journalist named Chacata-Panecos who'd been killed for speaking out against the government, and so they'd started there. And done research. And made baked goods to give out on the quad in order to raise awareness for Guatemala. If you asked Annie, it was going really well.
When she saw Britta had found Shirley over by the table, she came over, excited to give updates on everything they'd planned out. "Okay," she told Britta, "once it gets dark, I hand out the candles, and we do what's called a speechless protest. We put tape over our mouths and stand hand-in-hand in a sea of outraged silence."
A group of students nearby- they'd come out for the event. Or maybe the brownies, whatever, it got them out there- turned on some rap music, which Britta immediately went to turn off. "Starburns, no."
Well, Annie didn't think that was very positive. "Britta, what's gotten into you?"
"This is not how we do this," Britta insisted.
"It's not how you do it because we're doing everything," Shirley pointed out.
"But this is tacky and lame!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth and she saw the shocked, hurt looks on Shirley and Annie's faces, Britta seemed to regret saying it. "I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. What I meant to say wat that this cause is really personal to me."
"Are you saying we're not allowed to protest?" Annie asked, trying not to be offended and totally and completely failing. "Britta, you sound like Guatemala."
"Sounds like somebody has a case of 'use fringe politics to make themselves feel special but doesn't ever do anything,'" Shirley added, using finger quotes liberally to get her point across.
"No, I do things!" Britta protested. "I went to..." She trailed off, and the pause grew longer as the shame set in. Then she said, a little dully, "I don't do anything. What can I do?"
If Britta was willing to change, then Annie was willing to accept her help. She reached down by the table and picked up the papier-mache work of art to hold out to her. "You can hang the Chacata-Panecos pinata."
Britta looked like she might stomp her foot in frustration. "You guys realize he was beaten to death, right?"
"That's where we got the idea," Shirley admitted.
Annie nodded, just a little bit proud, and added, "Poignant."
Britta left to hang up the pinata really quickly after that.
[NFB, NFI, OOC okay. From 1x02, Spanish 101.]