Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[ashockingbitch]

Despite not having class until that afternoon, Jenny was up early for once, drinking strong tea, eating cereal straight from the box, and glaring at a blank page in her notebook. Finally, lacking inspiration, she called the first number that came up on her iPhone and asked whoever answered, "What's a good slogan for running for student council?"

Rose Tattoo hung up on her.

Jenny swore and started brainstorming.

Bad things happen when Jenny Sparks doesn't run things. No, that sounded like a threat.
Vote for Jenny Sparks and she might quit smoking! Like that would happen.
Jenny Sparks, the spirit of yesterday...today. Ack, no. Just...no.
Vote for Jenny: The Voice of Experience

Jenny eyed that last one thoughtfully. It didn't suck, she decided, or at least it didn't suck more than any other campaign slogan she'd ever seen. She circled it instead of scribbling it out like the others. Now she needed posterboard and markers. And candy. She couldn't be having a proper student government campaign without a few sugary bribes for the prospective voters. She started making a shopping list.

((Open, as common rooms are.))

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[ashockingbitch]

"Yeah, the school hasn't been open all that long, has it?" Jenny asked. She thought she'd heard that somewhere. Maybe while Midnighter was trying to sell her on it.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Couple of years, or so," Mac said after a moment, setting the kettle to boil. "Don't know anyone that's been here longer than that, anyway."