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fandomhighdorms2005-10-20 04:43 pm
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Earlier this morning, roof of the dorms.
George wakes to the random patter of moisture on her face. When she opens her eyes she sees a broad expanse of overcast sky instead of the smooth plaster ceiling of her dorm room.
"Where the fuck," she murmurs to herself, struggling to pull herself up to a fully seated position; she's instantly sorry when she does. Her head spins every which way, her thoughts scattering like marbles. She clutches the sides of her head in an attempt to stem the apparent brain leakage.
After a few minutes, the headache and nausea subside, and she's able to ascertain her location. She realizes she's on the roof of Fandom High's dorms, but she's not quite sure how she managed to get up there. The last thing she remembers well is being at Spike's pub the night before, of asking Silent Bob if he'd seen Jayne in town that day, and then having a conversation with Han on the same subject.
She winces, thinking of Han's comment about Jayne's "loaded weapon."
Not going there, she thinks to herself fiercely. None of your business anyway. But it was. Weren't she and Jayne supposed to be, oh, dating or something?
George frowns, rubbing the back of her head where gravel on the rooftop had dug in. She feels bruised, wrung out, unable to hold onto a train of thought for longer than a few moments. When she tries harder to remember what happened after Spike's, her vision begins to darken around the edges. She's left with the impression of screaming, of fear, of being desperate to get away from--
Suddenly, as if a light was turned on, she remembers: The Post-Its.
They were everywhere she looked, stuck to walls, pinned to people, a veritable sea of office yellow. In Rube's neat handwriting, each Post-It told her who she was meant to reap next.
J. Lass
R. Lass
S. Jerusalem
M. Blank
A. Chase
J. Cobb
She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself and gazing up into the sky. They weren't real, she tells herself, none of them were. It was all just a joke.
The rain begins to fall hard and cold. She crawls over to one of the HVAC units and uses it to help pull herself upright.
Not a joke, she decides as she shuffles over to the roof's access door. I wouldn't feel hungover if it was just a joke. No one else could see the damn things but me. She pushes open the door and enters the stairwell, pausing there for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the change in lighting. But I wasn't the only one seeing things. Some people started screaming and Chloe was totally freaking out, I remember that. But how... What the hell??
"We were drugged!" she exclaims suddenly and loudly, furious.
"Where the fuck," she murmurs to herself, struggling to pull herself up to a fully seated position; she's instantly sorry when she does. Her head spins every which way, her thoughts scattering like marbles. She clutches the sides of her head in an attempt to stem the apparent brain leakage.
After a few minutes, the headache and nausea subside, and she's able to ascertain her location. She realizes she's on the roof of Fandom High's dorms, but she's not quite sure how she managed to get up there. The last thing she remembers well is being at Spike's pub the night before, of asking Silent Bob if he'd seen Jayne in town that day, and then having a conversation with Han on the same subject.
She winces, thinking of Han's comment about Jayne's "loaded weapon."
Not going there, she thinks to herself fiercely. None of your business anyway. But it was. Weren't she and Jayne supposed to be, oh, dating or something?
George frowns, rubbing the back of her head where gravel on the rooftop had dug in. She feels bruised, wrung out, unable to hold onto a train of thought for longer than a few moments. When she tries harder to remember what happened after Spike's, her vision begins to darken around the edges. She's left with the impression of screaming, of fear, of being desperate to get away from--
Suddenly, as if a light was turned on, she remembers: The Post-Its.
They were everywhere she looked, stuck to walls, pinned to people, a veritable sea of office yellow. In Rube's neat handwriting, each Post-It told her who she was meant to reap next.
J. Lass
R. Lass
S. Jerusalem
M. Blank
A. Chase
J. Cobb
She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself and gazing up into the sky. They weren't real, she tells herself, none of them were. It was all just a joke.
The rain begins to fall hard and cold. She crawls over to one of the HVAC units and uses it to help pull herself upright.
Not a joke, she decides as she shuffles over to the roof's access door. I wouldn't feel hungover if it was just a joke. No one else could see the damn things but me. She pushes open the door and enters the stairwell, pausing there for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the change in lighting. But I wasn't the only one seeing things. Some people started screaming and Chloe was totally freaking out, I remember that. But how... What the hell??
"We were drugged!" she exclaims suddenly and loudly, furious.
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FYI: She's going to give Marty a hard time about the mass drugging/poisoning. Just warning you. *evil grin*))
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I'll give you a little preview. Here's the title: Students Drugged; Rover & Blank Utterly Useless by George Lass
George really does like Marty, or else she wouldn't have hallucinated about having to reap him. She just feels obligated to give him a *really* hard time. And George and Marty really must get together for a plot. I have something going on that I thought you might be interested in, but I'm not sure if it'd work...))