Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/18 ].

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Britta was not on the roof. It was a shocker, to be sure, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was broke and totally out of both cigarettes and pot. She supposed she could go up and wait for someone and bum a smoke from them, but that seemed just pathetic.

So she was bumming in the common room instead, a bag of baby carrots in her lap and the remote control in her hand, as she flipped through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. She wasn't expecting to find anything, and her steady commentary supported this fact.

"Crap," she said, changing the channel. "Crap. More crap. Capitalist crap. Ugh, misogynistic crap. Feminist crap. Crap. Crap. Crap."

"Ugh. Where's The Real World?"

One day, Britta might stop expecting it to still be 1997. One day.


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Comments

[abitlowkey]

That sounded horrible, Petra. Horrible. "Why would anyone choose to eat that way?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Health reasons?" Petra suggested. "Or they think it's cruel to animals to eat them, or even keep them for eggs or whatever. I guess, I mean, my friend Mary Lou is a vegetarian, but I don't know any vegans." Well, there were a couple in her activist groups but it wasn't like she was friends with them.

"Or," she concluded after watching this vegan cupcake baker woman talk for a moment, "they just really like being special snowflakes?"

[abitlowkey]

"I have never wanted roast meat more than I do now." Out of spite, yes.

He was Loki, he did what he wanted!

[wasthecuteone]

"But not in a cupcake, right?" She had to check.

[abitlowkey]

"Not in a cupcake," he confirmed. "I wish this school had servants to cook such things for us."

Aka: He was helpless in the kitchen.

[wasthecuteone]

"Oh, rich kids," Petra muttered in an amused undertone. Then she said, "You could always order takeout?"

[abitlowkey]

"It is not the same," Loki replied with a sigh. "Unless they will bring ice cream. One of the most glorious inventions of Midgard."

[wasthecuteone]

"Yeah, I don't think the ice cream place delivers," Petra admitted. "They might, if you tipped them enough. I don't know." Wait. "Midgard?"

[abitlowkey]

"I have gold coins for their efforts," he offered brightly. "Yes, this realm we are in."

[wasthecuteone]

"...Maryland?" she ventured. "Our currency is the dollar...?"

[abitlowkey]

He waved dismissively. "Midgard suits me far better to refer to it. There are too many other names to bother with. And the merchants are always quite pleased to be offered gold."

And thus, Loki destroyed the gold market.