All-Sexuality Support Group Meeting: A Classroom, After Classes
There were doughnuts on the snack table today . . . and grapes, because that was what happened when Gabrielle picked out the food. She'd retained a small bowl of grapes for herself and was picking at it while people arrived.
"Hi, everyone," Gabrielle said finally when it looked like everyone was present and accounted for. "Hopefully you all had a good break. Mine was definitely eventful." With a grape popped into her mouth for emphasis.
"As was mine." Emmett eyed her. "Probably not the same events, unless you're way less vanilla than I had you pegged."
Gabrielle looked at him askance, her mouth hanging halfway open. "Hey, for all you know, I didn't look like me."
Askance didn't begin to cover Emmett's look. "...Paolo??"
"It's like you're speaking a different language." Flinging up her hands in a gesture of exasperation that was probably going to get really familiar to everyone if she had to deal with Emmett every week, she sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, this isn't the GSA because Fandom doesn't really need a conventional one. Fandom's unconventional in a lot of ways, as I think we all know by now, and that includes certain problems we're not likely to be dealing with anywhere else. Like waking up to find out you, or someone you care about, isn't in their usual body."
Hey. It was a typical Fandom problem. It wasn't like she had it on her mind for other reasons. As far as you knew.
"Like, say, when they spontaneously turn into an animal, or wake up the wrong gender like we all did that one day," she clarified.
Emmett was still eying her, but at least it wasnt with mild horror anymore. "Tell me more about this suddenly turning into an animal." No, Em. Not like that.
"How about not?" Gabrielle segued briefly into a muttered tirade about tossing him into a pit with certain crazed warrior women who just couldn't stay in Tartarus where they belonged, and probably none of that was intelligible to anyone who wasn't from crazy world. "But that's my question for the day. How much do appearances really matter to you, when it's someone you care about?"
A beat, a blink, and she looked at Emmett again. "What does vanilla have to do with anything?"
This was so not the meeting to try to explain that. "...It's in the cupcakes."
[OOC: Cowritten as always with the ineffable hazlehurstmiss. OCD has been achieved. Now to wrath, now to -- wait.]
"Hi, everyone," Gabrielle said finally when it looked like everyone was present and accounted for. "Hopefully you all had a good break. Mine was definitely eventful." With a grape popped into her mouth for emphasis.
"As was mine." Emmett eyed her. "Probably not the same events, unless you're way less vanilla than I had you pegged."
Gabrielle looked at him askance, her mouth hanging halfway open. "Hey, for all you know, I didn't look like me."
Askance didn't begin to cover Emmett's look. "...Paolo??"
"It's like you're speaking a different language." Flinging up her hands in a gesture of exasperation that was probably going to get really familiar to everyone if she had to deal with Emmett every week, she sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, this isn't the GSA because Fandom doesn't really need a conventional one. Fandom's unconventional in a lot of ways, as I think we all know by now, and that includes certain problems we're not likely to be dealing with anywhere else. Like waking up to find out you, or someone you care about, isn't in their usual body."
Hey. It was a typical Fandom problem. It wasn't like she had it on her mind for other reasons. As far as you knew.
"Like, say, when they spontaneously turn into an animal, or wake up the wrong gender like we all did that one day," she clarified.
Emmett was still eying her, but at least it wasnt with mild horror anymore. "Tell me more about this suddenly turning into an animal." No, Em. Not like that.
"How about not?" Gabrielle segued briefly into a muttered tirade about tossing him into a pit with certain crazed warrior women who just couldn't stay in Tartarus where they belonged, and probably none of that was intelligible to anyone who wasn't from crazy world. "But that's my question for the day. How much do appearances really matter to you, when it's someone you care about?"
A beat, a blink, and she looked at Emmett again. "What does vanilla have to do with anything?"
This was so not the meeting to try to explain that. "...It's in the cupcakes."
[OOC: Cowritten as always with the ineffable hazlehurstmiss. OCD has been achieved. Now to wrath, now to -- wait.]