Room 317, Saturday Morning
Quinn dropped off the very last cupcake packet on Claudia's desk (a vote was a vote, even if it was a little funny to campaign at your roomie) sat on her bed, and promptly pulled off her shoes and yanked the covers over her legs in search of a few more hours of sleep.
She hadn't realized how many seniors there were until she started trying to track down every single dorm room. Well, if being a little OCD won her the election, it was totally worth it.
She was happy she'd done it, but for now, she just wanted some rest.
Text: Seniors are Fabray-lous! It was my honor to serve the class of 2012 as a student council representative last year. Enjoy this cupcake, and let me keep working for you by voting Fabray on September 16. Love, Quinn
[OOC: Open post/Closed door/SP for today! Also, I tried to hit every senior in the directory, but there were a few people whose VM I couldn't find. They had cupcakes left for them anyhow.]
She hadn't realized how many seniors there were until she started trying to track down every single dorm room. Well, if being a little OCD won her the election, it was totally worth it.
She was happy she'd done it, but for now, she just wanted some rest.
Text: Seniors are Fabray-lous! It was my honor to serve the class of 2012 as a student council representative last year. Enjoy this cupcake, and let me keep working for you by voting Fabray on September 16. Love, Quinn
[OOC: Open post/Closed door/SP for today! Also, I tried to hit every senior in the directory, but there were a few people whose VM I couldn't find. They had cupcakes left for them anyhow.]