First Floor Lobby, All Day Tuesday

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It was Quinn's day to sell Valentine's Day dance tickets and flowers, and she was at the table in the lobby all day except for when she was in class. There was also a chance for students to sign up for blind dates through the frat.

Quinn started out passing the time by writing and rewriting the messages to go with her flowers, but once she was satisfied with those she pulled the latest edition of Cosmo out to read as she waited for anybody she could help.

Around The Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

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K-Mart was bustling around putting up signs.

For what? Cheerleading, of course!

ATTENTION EVERYONE!
Cheerleading tryouts!
Thursday afternoon after classes, in the gym!

She was entirely too excited about this.

[Catch her anywhere you like, and pardon my lack of a graphical sign -- I suck at them.]

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday night

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"Who do you think you're kidding?" Bruce asked the gremlin who was sitting on the couch in a dog costume. "Nobody's going to fall for that." The gremlin grumbled, "Bark!"

Bruce walked into the kitchen area for a moment and walked back out with an orange and a large paper bag. "Here boy," he said, whistling and holding the orange like a ball. "Fetch!"

Bruce threw the orange back into the kitchen, taking his eye off the gremlin long enough for the gremlin to pounce, its trickery having clearly paid off! Soon its teeth would sink into tender flesh and... Suddenly the gremlin's world was very dark.

Bruce folded the top of the bag to close it as the gremlin shook the bag from inside. Grabbing a marker, he wrote, 'GREMLIN DRESSED LIKE A PUPPY. DO NOT OPEN,' put the bag down on the table, and had a seat on the couch.

After a few minutes, the gremlin stopped fighting against the bag and took a nap.

It was a weird evening.

[OOC: No clue.]