Like everyone doesn't know that just down the hall, Mr. Shuester is making some choices that could be considered poor but brave with the doe-eyed guidance counselor
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Violet hasn't ever seen anybody actually appear plain out of air before - especially not when one second, she's sitting on the beach and all she did was blink and then BAM - like something out of a book. She scrambles to her feet because she doesn't know what else to do, staring at the girl with wide, wide eyes. "Uh-" Violet swallows hard, looking over her own shoulder to see if there's somebody else who's done this sort of thing, even as fingers that seem to be suddenly clumsy thread the ribbon that had been draped over her shoulders through her hair to tie it out of her eyes.
"Hi. Are you... okay?" She isn't really sure what else she was supposed to ask, her beach towel the only thing else manmade that's within sight and it doesn't have any answers, either.
"No, I'm not okay," Quinn snaps, mostly because the sight of a nervous brunette makes her think of Rachel, and she wouldn't be surprised if Rachel somehow did this to her. Because it's not enough to ruin the last good thing in my life?
No, she reminds herself, not Rachel's fault, not this girl's fault.
"I don't really know what happened, to be honest." Violet's eyebrows draw together as the blond snaps, and she finishes tying her hair back and bites her lip for just a second. "But probably you were somewhere else and then suddenly here, right?"
She looked back over her shoulder. "Kind of obvious, but it's an island where people just... show up."
"Right," says Quinn and she really can't hold it in, she's pregnant and in some crappy sci-fi movie. "No, I really couldn't tell that I was on some island, where people just show up. Walking out a door and onto a godforsaken desert island happens every day, I can't even tell the difference anymore."
The beach has always worked wonders on her mood. Of course this wasn't San Tropez or Bali or anything place really nice, but it has sun and sand and nice things to look at.
Turning her head in the direction of the bird that has just made way more noise than necessary, Blair covered up a yawn with the one hand that she wasn't using to prop herself up. "What? It's just a bird, they're not exactly a rarity around here."
"I'm not talking about the bird," Quinn stresses, and that bird is just huge, so she places her hands on her stomach preemptively. "I'm talking about the part where I just got zapped onto a desert island."
This had better not be Lost. Quinn hates that stupid show, and she hates having to explain it to Finn constantly.
"Of course you are." Blair was bored of this whole thing already and she hadn't even gotten down to the big speech. It didn't matter that the girl had just appeared from nowhere. Everyone did that and it wasn't like she made some sort of noise.
"There's some sort of ridiculous science fictiony reason for that but who knows, who cares, get over it you're stuck here."
"Wow," chirps Quinn, "I never thought about it that way in the five seconds I've been here. You're so right. I'm just so selfish." She cocks her hip out and gives her the kind of bared teeth grin that makes a Cheerio. "So sorry to have disturbed your cancer bath with my trauma."
It's a strong indication of the kind of life she's led that Emma doesn't so much as flinch, either at the girl appearing out of thin air mere feet from where Emma is sunbathing or the sudden flapping of wings. She just sits up and looks over at her, more sympathetic than she's been to nearly anyone else she's encountered in this place thus far. Showing up here's a bitch.
"I take that to mean you don't know how you just got here," she says. She hopes she's wrong, just this once.
But Quinn has been raised better than that, and she just lifts her chin like a challenge has been issued. It has been, and Sue Sylvester sure didn't train her to be weak. "I take that to mean you have some idea how I just got here?" she says, tightly, brightly.
It's not an attitude Emma takes from just anyone, but in a girl that age, it makes her smile, just a little.
"Not the foggiest or I wouldn't still be here," she says, warmer now. She doesn't have anymore answers for the girl than she received herself, but she doesn't leave children untended, even ones old enough to be with child themselves. Rising languorously to her feet, she tugs the towel along with her. Someone will have to show her around; it may as well be Emma. "It seemed a little much to hope for, but you can't blame me for trying."
"It looks like hoping for anything around here is hoping too much," Quinn says, trying to glue herself back together. "Am I dead or anything?" She tries to sound careless, but she can all too easily picture herself covered in blood, bleeding out all over the polished floors. At the beginning, she dreamed about miscarrying every night.
"Why is it always 'my god'?" Cassie wonders, turning an enormous orange flower over in her hands. "If he's everyone's, mustn't it be 'Our god'? It isn't very inclusive, is it?"
"Who said he's everyone's god?" Quinn says, hands flying to her hips. "And maybe I don't mean it. Maybe I'm sick of him stomping on my life every five seconds."
She switches up her bitch position, crossing her arms over her midsection, and gives her hair an authoritative flip. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Oh," says Cassie. "But that's the thing. Nobody knows." She looks up, properly taking in the other girl for the first time. She's very pretty, delicate features twisted into something severe but still lovely. Cassie quite likes her. "Have you just arrived?"
Oh, god, she's almost as bad as Brittany, and that's something Quinn doesn't expect to see much in her lifetime. Quinn loves Brittany, but when they were five she had to teach her that she couldn't breathe underwater, and after talking her through her first tampon at fifteen, Quinn thinks she deserves to have a break.
"You could say that," she finally answers. "Where am I?"
He'd been waddling along, minding his own business, his swim trunks two sizes too small and his Snacky Bear t-shirt tied around his head to keep the sweat out of his eyes. He'd totally seen that in a movie, once, and besides, it just looked cool.
It was a testament to just how bored he was that he was even walking around this far from air conditioning, but the chick just appearing out of thin air was just cool enough that he forgot for a minute just how fucking hot and miserable he really was.
"Holy crap," he yelped, then he saw her purse, saw her dress, and realized she'd come from the outside. He realized she didn't look like the granola munching, tofu hippie freaks he'd been surrounded by since his descent into hell. "You're Republican. You are, aren't you? Oh, thank God!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Quinn snaps at him, feeling only marginally bad about yelling at a kid. Coach Sylvester is right. It does get easier each time. She silently reminds herself to call the woman Sue because she sure as hell isn't her coach anymore.
"I mean," she says, fingers tightening on her purse. "Do you know where I am, honey?"
"Uh, it has to do with a lot," he said, rolling his eyes and muttering crazy bitch quietly under his breath.
"Yeah, I know where you are. I mean, look around you, I think it's pretty goddamn obvious," he said, taking his own look around and suppressing a shudder. "You must've done something really bad while you were alive. I don't even know if I should be talking to you."
"Yeah, tell me about it." She folds her arms over her chest, looking at him with a critical eye. "I know I didn't get hit by a bus or anything, so don't try and tell me this is Hell. I've been to Hell. I'm a goddamn cheerleader."
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"Hi. Are you... okay?" She isn't really sure what else she was supposed to ask, her beach towel the only thing else manmade that's within sight and it doesn't have any answers, either.
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No, she reminds herself, not Rachel's fault, not this girl's fault.
"You going to tell me what happened?"
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She looked back over her shoulder. "Kind of obvious, but it's an island where people just... show up."
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Turning her head in the direction of the bird that has just made way more noise than necessary, Blair covered up a yawn with the one hand that she wasn't using to prop herself up. "What? It's just a bird, they're not exactly a rarity around here."
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This had better not be Lost. Quinn hates that stupid show, and she hates having to explain it to Finn constantly.
Not that she has to worry about that anymore.
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"There's some sort of ridiculous science fictiony reason for that but who knows, who cares, get over it you're stuck here."
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"I take that to mean you don't know how you just got here," she says. She hopes she's wrong, just this once.
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But Quinn has been raised better than that, and she just lifts her chin like a challenge has been issued. It has been, and Sue Sylvester sure didn't train her to be weak. "I take that to mean you have some idea how I just got here?" she says, tightly, brightly.
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"Not the foggiest or I wouldn't still be here," she says, warmer now. She doesn't have anymore answers for the girl than she received herself, but she doesn't leave children untended, even ones old enough to be with child themselves. Rising languorously to her feet, she tugs the towel along with her. Someone will have to show her around; it may as well be Emma. "It seemed a little much to hope for, but you can't blame me for trying."
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She switches up her bitch position, crossing her arms over her midsection, and gives her hair an authoritative flip. "What the hell is going on here?"
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"You could say that," she finally answers. "Where am I?"
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It was a testament to just how bored he was that he was even walking around this far from air conditioning, but the chick just appearing out of thin air was just cool enough that he forgot for a minute just how fucking hot and miserable he really was.
"Holy crap," he yelped, then he saw her purse, saw her dress, and realized she'd come from the outside. He realized she didn't look like the granola munching, tofu hippie freaks he'd been surrounded by since his descent into hell. "You're Republican. You are, aren't you? Oh, thank God!"
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"I mean," she says, fingers tightening on her purse. "Do you know where I am, honey?"
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"Yeah, I know where you are. I mean, look around you, I think it's pretty goddamn obvious," he said, taking his own look around and suppressing a shudder. "You must've done something really bad while you were alive. I don't even know if I should be talking to you."
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"Yeah, tell me about it." She folds her arms over her chest, looking at him with a critical eye. "I know I didn't get hit by a bus or anything, so don't try and tell me this is Hell. I've been to Hell. I'm a goddamn cheerleader."
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