First Floor Lobby, All Day, Tuesday

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Quinn didn't mind prom ticket-selling duty, even if the prom court ballot was a sore reminder of Fandom's utterly insane policy of limiting Prom Queen status to seniors only.

It was like they wanted Quinn to be miserable, or at least to be old and gray before she got a tiara of her own.

Still, she'd paste on a smile as she sat at the table and flipped through the prom issue of YM. It was lobbying for next year; she had to at least pretend to be gracious.

Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting, 1st Floor Rec Room, Tuesday After Classes

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Emma was out of town doing God knew what, which meant Quinn was in charge of the sorority meeting.

This was not precisely a hardship, even if it did mean closing up the ticket-selling table for an hour or so. She set up the rec room with a rack of sample formal dresses, some relatively dry and light-colored snacks that seemed unlikely to ruin said sample dresses, a crate of moddable accessories, and a teetering pile of magazines full of useful advice.

"We're going to talk prom today," Quinn announced. "Hopefully you already have a dress, but, if you don't, we have a few samples over there you can try on to find the right look for you. Or you can try on some accessories to see if your dress needs a finishing touch. If you aren't going this year, use this time to get ready for the 2012 prom. It's never too early to start planning."

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday night

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The end of the semester was starting to approach quickly. This week, prom. No date. That was fine, Bruce could go without one. Next week, finals. That was simple, of course. Graduation in a few weeks? Wasn't his, didn't matter.

But now he was trying to work out his training schedule for the summer and, of course, he had to pick a mystical hidden city that was spoken of only in rumors. You had to figure out where it might be, get clearance to land your plane someplace nearby, make sure you had the proper mountain climbing gear.... It was a much bigger ordeal than just scampering off to New York for some boxing training.

But even Bruce needed a break from that. And that meant challenging the television until for one of the final times before summer. Bruce was, of course, aiming for Mobsters on the Biography Channel. So the television gave him Dancing With the Stars.

Oh, TV. Bruce was glaring at you so hard. He was staring with the kind of intense hatred that would pop popcorn if it got in the way and... huh. There was a bowl of popcorn on the table. Bruce was positive it wasn't there before he started glaring.

In actuality, a gremlin dropped it off, but Bruce had been too busy glaring to notice that.

[OOC: My brain is apparently odd tonight. And always. OPEN CR.]