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Room 317, Sunday Night
Quinn had just gotten back to her room and flopped on the bed -- watching someone else do your laundry was exhausting, thanks -- when the date occured to her.
It was the day before Halloween.
Which meant her door had to be decorated for the contest tomorrow.
Which meant it was time to get creative with the stuff in her room nowThe usable stuff ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Tuesday Afternoon
Quinn had been on a series of increasingly frustrating minor errands all day, and -- after a quick stop to check in with Rilla -- she dropped by her room for just long enough to send an email to the sorority girls.
To: sorority-list ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Friday Night
Quinn was exhausted from the carnival when she got back to the room. She hadn't signed up for a booth this year, but there was still more than enough to do to keep things running to keep her busy.
She squinted at the new decor when she came in ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Sunday Night
Quinn was not, generally speaking, an early to bed type. But she hadn't had anything in particular to do all weekend, and sometimes her bed was just a really nice place to be ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Tuesday Morning
Now that the pink hair wasn't quite so new, Quinn felt like she could get a realistic idea of what it looked like. She decided it rocked, even though it was such a contrast to her usual fashion sense. Part of the fun was shocking people. (And now she understood why some girls changed their hair every other week.) It had been a very successful ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Saturday Morning
Awkward insane weekend fallout aside, it had been a pretty good couple of weeks to be Quinn Fabray. Puck was back, sorority seemed to be off to a good start, and she was Student Council co-president which rocked, even if it wasn't quite as good as being president by herself would have been. She had a couple more personal reasons to be in a good ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Saturday Morning
Quinn dropped off the very last cupcake packet on Claudia's desk (a vote was a vote, even if it was a little funny to campaign at your roomie) sat on her bed, and promptly pulled off her shoes and yanked the covers over her legs in search of a few more hours of sleep ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Monday Morning
It was break week, which Quinn supposed meant she could go back to Ohio and hang out with Santana or somebody for a couple days. The weird thing was how little she felt like it, even if the island was conspiring to give her a life filled with fantastic adventures, pickle-and-ice-cream rain, and mouthbreathing gigglers who threw jello. Here was ( Read more... ) -
Near the Causeway, Friday Morning
Quinn had slept and Quinn had taken a bath and Quinn was feeling just fabulous, thank you very much, with all this power surging through her. She'd been wrong all her life; she needed to be strong more than she needed to be pretty ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Thursday Morning
The oatmeal bath last night had stopped the itching, a bit, but had done precisely nothing for Quinn's peace of mind. She woke up this morning feeling as if several large trucks had hit her in succession, then backed up and run over her again, just for fun.
She stumbled to the mirror to brush her teeth. Two classes today. Gotta get to them, gotta ( Read more... )