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fandomhighdorms2009-12-20 08:54 pm
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Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night
Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...
The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.
As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.
[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]
The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.
As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.
[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]
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"I just don't have any desire to be tied down to one person."
People left you or betrayed you. Emma didn't want to set herself up for disappointment again.
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"What don't you think you'd be very good at, darling?" she asked, and she reached out to scratch Pounce's ears. "You've got a natural talent for making friends, at least from what I've seen."
You were in Emma's lap, Beka. Don't be shy now.
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"Making friends," Beka agreed and she enjoyed having her friends. She couldn't imagine not having them around, both in Corus and at Fandom. "But there's not many coves who'll put up with a Dog's schedule." Except for other Dogs or Rats and Beka wasn't going there.
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TOTES DIRTY.
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Special Hell, Emma.
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Of course, her version of sharing was simply 'Not Talking About It,' but it worked for her so far.
"Or maybe Aniki's only there until something better comes along." Emma cast a sideways glance at Beka. "I think he liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikes you."
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