Around the Dorms, Wednesday Afternoon

[likethegun]

Sam had noticed Joan in the lobby yesterday, and realized he should probably get on with campaigning for the Student Council as well. Since he wasn't really the "sit and give people baked goods" type, he was going around and taping up bright, multi-colored fliers around the dorm, hoping that would be a good start.

[Feel free to catch him while he's working, and pardon my lack of mad Photoshop skillz. ;) AND IT ALWAYS SAID WEDNESDAY.]

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[likethegun]

"Maybe if we were only sophomores," Sam said. "But I'd like to think that people will want those of us with experience to take care of things again." He'd like to think that very much, in fact.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"One can only hope," Turtle remarked, hand to her chest. There was actually more sincerity in that than she had expected, but, at the same time, she was hoping that she'd at least successful planted that seed of doubt in Sam's head. It was probably in hers, too, but it was there before. She had to know all her weaknesses; if you didn't, how could you defeat them? "But we have served our class pretty well, I'd say, right? We're in good standing."

[likethegun]

"Yeah, we served very well," Sam said, trying to look like he believed that completely. He did, for the most part - they'd done their job and hadn't staged a coup or caused huge problems. But there were a lot of new people who might not be as aware of that as they were, and he hadn't thought about that until now. "We just have to make sure we're not the only ones who know that," he said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely. I'll help spread a good word or two about you if you do the same for me?" Turtle offered, trying to look as sweet as possible as she did so.

[likethegun]

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," Sam said, already wondering if he should wait to see if she held up her end of the deal before following through. "Nobody knows what we're capable of better than the two of us."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Exactly." Another smile, and Turtle thought about asking Sam for one of his fliers to see what was on them, but a quick glance told her what she needed to know. "Well, I'll let you get back to work, then. It was nice seeing you, though. Here's to hoping!" She held up her hands, fingers twisted, crossed in anticipation of luck.

[likethegun]

"Yeah, here's hoping," Sam said, sounding sincere about it. If they both won, they'd both get what they wanted, and there was nothing wrong with that as far as Sam was concerned.