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*Anticleia is curled up in a chair in the corner of the Coffee Shop where Everything Happens--legs thrown over the arm, and head buried in a philosophy textbook. it's the fall of her final year in the philosophy Masters program at Elsinore, and she's underlining every passage which might be relevant to her thesis: The Tsetse and the WASP: On the Philosophical Implications of Defining Caucasian Female Identity through Non-Caucasian Cultures. despite her appearance of heavy study, though, she looks up every so often to people-watch; it's apparent that she wouldn't mind being bothered, or watching other people get bothered.*
(in honor of the upcoming first anniversary of What the Denmark?, several typists have decided that it's high time for an honest-to-goodness crackplot AU. therefore, welcome to the community's first genderswitch. ^____^ and if it was a bad idea after all, O sovereign mod, feel free to delete the post. ^_~)
(in honor of the upcoming first anniversary of What the Denmark?, several typists have decided that it's high time for an honest-to-goodness crackplot AU. therefore, welcome to the community's first genderswitch. ^____^ and if it was a bad idea after all, O sovereign mod, feel free to delete the post. ^_~)