Tip was manning the prom ticket booth in the lobby. Which for Tip, meant that she was sitting at the table behind a book larger than her head.

She was still reading up on cryptozoology. It turned out, potentially imaginary creatures were fascinating. You know, when they weren't horrifying and racist.

What? She was a freshman. She wasn't ( Read more... )

Tip was still in a good mood from yesterday, with slightly wilted flowers tucked into her hair, and more flowers folded out of notebook paper lining the ticket booth. The whole "staring at her phone" all day bit might seem off-putting to her non-millenial fellow students, but she was reading fanfiction, so, hey. Also thematic ( Read more... )

There was a Camp Pining Hearts marathon on the television. Peridot had found out about it mostly by accident, and was now fixated on the television screen for what was probably going on the eleventh episode, now. She'd needed to break for class that morning, true, but that only meant that by the time she returned to the television, she had a rather ( Read more... )

Tip wasn't much into Christmas, as a general rule. She used to be. She used to love the holiday.

That was before she'd watched her mother get abducted by aliens on Christmas Eve, Tip's stocking halfway up her arm.

So she resented the hell out of the island's daily efforts to force holiday cheer on everyone. She was especially not into the ( Read more... )

Fall in the Midatlantic didn't seem to be in any kind of rush to be, you know, fall-like, especially compared to fall in New York over the break. So Tip was out on the deck with her sunglasses on, wearing shorts and a tank top while she contemplated the large pumpkin in front of her. It was still a little early for a jackolantern that would last ( Read more... )

After spending the last week stuck as a giant pending message icon, Negasonic didn't feel much like staying in her room. She settled for just wandering down the hallway and flopping on one of the couches instead ( Read more... )

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind ( Read more... )

So, it hadn't actually been a dream, after all. Margaery didn't know whether she was disappointed or not when she opened her eyes this morning and once more wasn't greeted with the vaulted ceiling of her bedroom at home. On the one hand, she had no idea how to get back, or whether she could even contact her family at all. On the other, this place ( Read more... )

Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make ( Read more... )

Tip would have gone to hang out on the deck after class this afternoon, but apparently being in space didn't stop June from being about a billion and a half degrees outside, and she frankly wasn't interested in sweating through her clothes while sitting still, just now ( Read more... )