Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting [First floor rec room, Tuesday afternoon]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

When the sorority met this afternoon, they would find Rilla and Quinn in the middle of what seemed like most of the pies your could pick up at J,GOB.

"Even though we had a perfectly fine Thanksgiving in Newfoundland," Rilla said teasingly, "you Yankees seem intent on repeating the experience on
Thursday."

"Because this is when Thanksgiving is supposed to be," Quinn returned. Her tone tried to be equally teasing, but fell a little flat. Her sister's disappearance didn't seem to just be a weekend thing."Anyhow, pie's always good, right? So today we figured we'd have pie and just kind of talk about whatever's on our minds."

Salle, Tuesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Okay...after the trip home and what she and Raven had discovered about the disappearance of the island of Zuul--pardon, Zuulaman--Karla had some very complex emotions to work through. On the one hand, she was pretty certain that whatever was going on with other people's worlds was not at all related to what happened to Zuulaman. So, that was a plus. She didn't know what she would have done if Uncle Sae--if the High Lord had somehow been responsible for Priestly and Valentine and Jak and Dujae and whoever else had gone missing. On the other hand, now she had no ideas or clues or anything else to go on. Her tangled web hadn't been particularly helpful, her dreams remained vague and unsettling, no one seemed to know what to do and her one lead had fizzled out completely.

So, yeah. Stick practice. A lot of it. Even if it didn't actually help her sort out her problems, she could practice until she was ready to drop. That should make for a few hours at least when she wasn't fretting over something she couldn't change. She threw herself into the forms Lucivar had drilled into her, moving from one to the other, faster and faster until she could get them flawless.

She was going to be here for awhile.

[Expecting one, but open!]

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

Topher wandered into the common room and flopped down to eat some popcorn.

Huh. The TV was on. And muted.

So he unmuted it.

Oh, hey! It was that song he liked. In commercial form. Awesome!

Until it had played eleven times in a row and wouldn't mute or turn off no matter how much he fiddled with the machine. Then it was less awesome.

After thirty minutes of tinkering with wires, Topher thought he understood why Ramona had punched him for playing this song that time. It... wasn't very good.

After an hour? He wanted this woman gone from the Earth.

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