Claudia Donovan (
notmyownage) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2010-06-22 02:55 pm
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Third floor common room, Tuesday afternoon
No classes or work -- and not quite having the energy to go out and attempt to rebuild the trebuchet -- made for a nice lazy afternoon. Claudia was curled up on one side of the common room couch for a little light reading.
Look, when you spent more than half your time studying theoretical physics, Gravity's Rainbow WAS light reading. Maybe not as light as, say, Vonnegut, maybe. And, okay, she'd only made it 20 pages in, so far. She kept getting distracted by the whole thing with the giant blobby slime monster eating London.
Literature was totally screwed up, yo. English teachers never told you that.
[ooc: Do I have to meta Pynchon? Open!]
Look, when you spent more than half your time studying theoretical physics, Gravity's Rainbow WAS light reading. Maybe not as light as, say, Vonnegut, maybe. And, okay, she'd only made it 20 pages in, so far. She kept getting distracted by the whole thing with the giant blobby slime monster eating London.
Literature was totally screwed up, yo. English teachers never told you that.
[ooc: Do I have to meta Pynchon? Open!]

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Not admitting anything.
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He plopped into a nearby chair. "I trust your weekend got better after...that day."
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He paused. "Is this what happens? I've heard stories, about the island..."
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He lies, really.
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