Jealousy was not something that Maureen dealt with very often. Most of the time her relationships were casual enough that she didn't care who else the other person was with. And when she wanted someone, she got them. She was the cheater, not the cheated-on, and she was rejected so infrequently that it just rarely came up ( Read more... )

Maureen had finally figured out what was going on after her morning encounter with not!Mark, though the whole thing had left her more annoyed than anything else. Wandering the island had been somewhat amusing for a while, but after Round Thirty or so of I'm NOT so-and-so! she was getting pretty bored ( Read more... )

It was Saturday night, and while doing her radio show, Maureen had spotted Jack and waved him over for an interview. He'd pantomimed his disinterest so she'd left him alone, and no matter, since she'd found plenty of other fairly interesting people to grill on air ( Read more... )

There's a box in the basement labeled "DEAR MAUREEN: Anonymous Questions for Maureen Johnson's Saturday Night Radio Broadcast".

Comment here with questions! If you really want to stay anonymous feel free to comment anonymously, but all comments are screened anyway. For Vi's eyes only. :-D

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Maureen was in amazingly good spirits as she and Bill walked back to her and Mark's hut. As soon as they got there, she stuck her head in and said, "Yoohoo! Mark?" It was empty.

She grinned and pushed the door open. "Home sweet home."

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Maureen was in amazingly good spirits as she and Tony walked back to her and Mark's hut. As soon as they got there, she stuck her head in and said, "Yoohoo! Mark?" It was empty.

She grinned and pushed the door open. "Home sweet home."

[ continued from hereMaureen arrived at her and Mark's new hut with a bag filled with her things and some blankets and pillows and a sleeping bag. She figured they'd work on making some mattresses tomorrow, but she'd rather not go back to the Compound tonight, whether Mark showed or not ( Read more... )

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Maureen yanked on a string hanging from the ceiling, and a dim light flickered in the games closet, revealing that she was shoved between Scrabble and Candy Land.

"Maybe I should have asked you if you were claustraphobic," Maureen said, wrapping an arm around Greg from Vegas' neck.

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[immediately following Maureen's 3/24 radio broadcast]

As soon as they were off the air, Maureen laughed and pulled herself to her feet, yanking Jack over to the side of the room, where she sat down on the edge of a table. "That was so fucking hot."