In the third floor common room

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Rory wanders into the common room, holding a cup of coffee and a stack of flyers. She also has a bag of "Vote Rory!" buttons and "RG for SR" ribbons thrown over her shoulder.

She flops down on the couch after pinning up a few flyers, and starts absently flipping through the channels.



[ooc: Text for the flyer can be found here]

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Rory shudders. "They are. We had to pretend we were vegetarians - which isn't as easy as you'd think."

[swerval_zero]

...vegetarians? Were they...was something wrong with the meat? Wait, I don't want to know, do I?

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"We have no idea. I don't think any of us actually ate anything they gave us - wait, no, I take that back. Logan had a bite of bruschetta, and everyone but me had some wine. Maybe there wasn't anythng wrong with any of it, but these guys were the kind of creepy where the meat could well have been from something or someone I'd really rather not eat."

[swerval_zero]

Some...oh.

Yeah. Never goin' near that place.

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"Good plan. I never would've, but my boyfriend made the reservations without checking it out first."

[swerval_zero]

Boys.

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"I know! And then at dinner, he was totally daring all of us to eat. Like, maybe not verbally, but y'know, with his eyes and stuff," Rory says, rolling her eyes. "Boys are dumb."

[swerval_zero]

They really are. Y'know, like, my boyfriend hasn't called me for two weeks now.

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"Two weeks?" Rory exclaims. "Have you called him?"

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, I left him voicemails--I mean, he's in college, y'know? And I sent him letters. We usually write to each other, but he hasn't done that, either. I'm startin' to get squallin' ticked.

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"Ooh, an older man," Rory says, arching a brow and grinning. "Don't blame you for getting annoyed, though. I've been in a similar situation, and I know how unfun it is."

[swerval_zero]

Not so much older as, well, incredibly squallin' genius. He was my partner in chem lab last year, until MIT snapped him up. *sigh*

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"Aw, stupid MIT," Rory says sympathetically. "But that's still really cool for him. Of course, it sucks for you, but hey...letter-writing is a lost art."

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, but...my letters have degenerated to *whiny voice* 'Dear Ginger, why haven't you called me?" *end whiny voice* and really I'm more liberated than this I swear and what am I doing? I shouldn't be loading all this off on you! You have the election to get ready for! Squall, I'm sorry, Rory.

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"No, seriously, don't worry. I'm trying to think of anything but the election. Boy troubles are a welcome distraction."

She bites her lip, thinking. "Maybe he's writing an ode to you, and doesn't want to call you until he's done?"

[swerval_zero]

An ode? *considers* I guess it's a possibility.

It might be sorta partly my fault--when I had the flu, I asked him to Homecomin', which I knew was impossible, an' I got kinda upset when he told me know. But I was sick! He knew I was sick! My squallin' judgment was impaired!

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"Ah...well, have you talked about that since it happened?" Rory asks.

[swerval_zero]

No, since then it's been letters. One way.

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Rory frowns. "Maybe you should make some kind of grand gesture. Didn't you mention something about songwriting?"

[swerval_zero]

*wry grin* I tried that, once upon a time. Wrote him a song an' sung it in the rain. Backfired dramatically...it's kinda a long story.

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"Eek," Rory says, wincing again. "Why is it that when guys try bold gestures, it's romantic, but if a girl does anything out of the ordinary, we're considered desperate or psychotic? My ex-boyfriend built me a car. We all agreed that that was romantic, and not weird that he spent all that time and money, et cetera. I, however, dressed up like Donna Reed as a joke because he mentioned missing the whole fifties ideal wife thing, and he thought it was insane."

She shakes her head. "I repeat, boys are dumb"

[swerval_zero]

Gordon's grand romantic gesture didn' work out too well for him.

They are. I don' know why we put up with them.

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"Gordon doesn't count. That was poor planning, right there. If he had done a better job and just thought it out, fixed a few minor details - starting with not doing it for Parker - it might've had potential.

And we put up with them because every now and then, they surprise us with something that makes up for everything else," she adds, smiling crookedly.

[swerval_zero]

This is true. *fiddles with her ponytail* Broots sent me daisies, y'know.

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Rory grins. "I know. Daisies are cute. They're all innocent and stuff. Plus, they're not roses, which is always a plus. Do you think Broots likes you? Like, like likes you?"