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"You know, I bet you could say the same about me and college," Sam laughed, though he wasn't serious and never would have thought about it that way. True, he'd never really blended in as far as fashion went, with his leather jackets and dad's Ducati, but he'd never been especially fazed by that, choosing to keep to himself for the most part anyway ( Read more... ) -
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Getting everyone dressed and over to Greendale is a bit of a hassle, and the fact that they're probably going to have to eat in the cafeteria because there was no time to eat before they went worries Britta a little, given the level of disposable income she has (very, very low). All the same, there's a strange sense almost of relief as she steps ( Read more... ) -
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[planning] Greendale Homeplot
Okay, Human Beings, homeplot is coming up so it's time to discuss.- Which session do we want for this?
- What kinds of things do we want to see happen?
- Who will we need to be involved?
- Who is hosting?
- Do we want something plotted or just various hijinx? If the former, what kind of plot do we want to see?
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"In the jungle you must wait until the dice read five or eight," Britta read aloud, glancing up from the board at the others. "What does that even -" The point of the clue became evident before she even finished talking, though, as everyone vanished from sight.
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When it was all over, more than anything else, Britta was tired. Maybe the wounds hadn't been real, but she was still aching from running all over the place and worn down from all they'd seen and dealt with. That it had all gone back to normal afterwards should have been reassuring, but really it just seemed like adding insult to injury, like they ( Read more... ) -
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Britta fucking loved this party. She honestly hadn't thought there'd be a party, even though people had said it happened every year, and she really hadn't thought it would be even remotely awesome, but it was. Okay, so she liked the dancing and the music and all, but she was pretty sure that everyone who came to this thing had to be here for the ( Read more... ) -
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Over the course of the last few weeks, Britta hadn't quite managed to get used to the new landscape. Snow was one thing, snow she could handle, but the houses right out of Dr. Seuss, the complete lack of straight edges (everything was so fucking curved, she couldn't get used to it), the random moose, all of it, it was a little too much for her. It ( Read more... )