Pride Meeting, First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday Afternoon
There were things Petra was willing to do in the name of appeasing the school board and not getting the school shut down. She'd wear the stupid uniform, albeit not without some serious modifications. She'd smile and act nice and yell at Britta not to melt polyester all over the lawn.
Canceling the Pride meeting, however, fell under the heading of 'Oh Hell No.'
So Petra had a determined and slightly too bright smile pasted on her face today, and, newly flush with cash from selling Loki's coin and negotiating an even better rate than his estimate for it, she'd sprung for a variety of handwavey treats from J,GoB--and told them to go heavy on the rainbows in decorating the cookies and cupcakes. She'd also gotten various sodas and other drinks to go with it, along with rainbow paper plates and napkins. Her iPod was in its speaker dock next to the refreshments, piping a playlist that ran from "Born this Way" to "I Will Survive," currently at a pretty moderate volume, but she could crank it up later if so desired.
"So obviously this situation sucks," Petra said for an opener, mostly just hoping no one was overhearing it who shouldn't. "And that's without even talking about the rabbits that tried to attack me like four times on my way back from town. I think they might really like cupcakes. But I say we just forget about it for an hour or two and enjoy ourselves. Or we can bitch about it and eat cake. I'm open to either.
"Point of club business, I don't know if clubs usually keep meeting over the summer, but do we want to do that even if it's unofficially? Or we could just suspend it until fall. Let me know if you have thoughts. Oh, and if anyone wants their uniform to look less hideous," as evidenced by the fact that Petra's actually fit and all, "I can do that, just talk to me after the meeting or drop by 511 or whatever. For now just enjoy the cake and let's try to make lemonade out of these giant lemons."
Canceling the Pride meeting, however, fell under the heading of 'Oh Hell No.'
So Petra had a determined and slightly too bright smile pasted on her face today, and, newly flush with cash from selling Loki's coin and negotiating an even better rate than his estimate for it, she'd sprung for a variety of handwavey treats from J,GoB--and told them to go heavy on the rainbows in decorating the cookies and cupcakes. She'd also gotten various sodas and other drinks to go with it, along with rainbow paper plates and napkins. Her iPod was in its speaker dock next to the refreshments, piping a playlist that ran from "Born this Way" to "I Will Survive," currently at a pretty moderate volume, but she could crank it up later if so desired.
"So obviously this situation sucks," Petra said for an opener, mostly just hoping no one was overhearing it who shouldn't. "And that's without even talking about the rabbits that tried to attack me like four times on my way back from town. I think they might really like cupcakes. But I say we just forget about it for an hour or two and enjoy ourselves. Or we can bitch about it and eat cake. I'm open to either.
"Point of club business, I don't know if clubs usually keep meeting over the summer, but do we want to do that even if it's unofficially? Or we could just suspend it until fall. Let me know if you have thoughts. Oh, and if anyone wants their uniform to look less hideous," as evidenced by the fact that Petra's actually fit and all, "I can do that, just talk to me after the meeting or drop by 511 or whatever. For now just enjoy the cake and let's try to make lemonade out of these giant lemons."