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[water_whipped]

WHO: Everyone old enough to go to high school.
WHAT: THIS:

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WHERE: Rydell High School. Yes. That's what I said.
WHEN: TODAY. Except everyone thinks it's really Monday.
WARNINGS: Probably none? Will update it as necessary, though.
SUMMARY: Loki makes everyone think it's the 1950s, and in the 50s, all the good kids (and the bad ones, too)

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BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS: ON THE FRONT LAWN

[water_whipped]

TEREZI AND OPEN

[r3djust1c3]

[ The now human redhead is sitting on the banister of the front steps of the school, waiting until the very last second before having to get to class. If she decides to go.

And she's always been a human redhead. Of course.

Although she left her house in a perfectly respectable outfit, she's already changed into something with a little more leather. Fashion is indeed still stupid, she thought, adjusting her sunglasses, but some sacrifices needed to be made for the sake of coolness. ]

[likestodraw]

[Megan has also changed from her nice clean cut poodle skirt look, to the tight pants that she prefers. She spots Terezi, and heads towards the girl, ready to start whining about school before it's even started.]

This place is such a drag.

[r3djust1c3]

[ They might as well be the fucking Pink Ladies. ]

Boring us to death every day should be illegal.

[likestodraw]

I'd say let's just blow this place, but my dad will go ape if I miss another day of school.

[She sits down on the grass and adjusts her shades.]

I'm here, doesn't mean I have to go inside.

[r3djust1c3]

[ She pops her gum. ]

And they might as well call detention the honorary Terezi Pyrope hour.

[likestodraw]

[She peers up at the girl]

You deserve an award.

[r3djust1c3]

Damn straight.

[ She concentrates on the voices of two boys who walk by about fifty feet away. She may be blind but she isn't blind. ]

The one on the left sounded way cute. Deets, please.

[likestodraw]

[Megan glances over in their direction.]

Dark hair, flip top. His clothes are really loud. Not a stitch of leather.

[r3djust1c3]

[ Sigh. Bubble. Popped with a bright cherry fingernail. ]

I'll forgive loud if it's a loud red, but I can't forgive the rest.

[likestodraw]

[She drops her shades back down.]

It's yellow. And not a flattering shade of it at all. Can I get a stick?

[r3djust1c3]

[ Drops one in her hand. ]

Uch. Totally gross.

[likestodraw]

[Delicious]

Ugh, I came and showed my face. My pop should be grateful for that. Let's go get burgers or something.

[r3djust1c3]

[ Only Megan would eat burgers this early in the morning. ]

It's eight o'clock in the morning, Megan. I'm all for skipping, though.

Let's wait another five minutes for Cho.

[mythslayer]

[Cho arrives fashionably late as usual, since he likes to push the boundaries of what the school will let him get away with. Abusing genius privileges was always fun.] Hey, Terezi. Kinda surprising you showed up at all.

[r3djust1c3]

[ Leans forward and crosses her legs. ]

Nothing better to do. What's the word?