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Olive's pants and baby blue tank top were a lot more whimsical than she necessarily felt today, between the weekend and then dealing with stuff with Jim last night, not to mention her inner battle of stupid earlier (which, spoiler: she had been a total chicken and stupid had won and she'd slunk back to the dorms with her coffee and Trix without purposely going to see anyone. Because she sucked.)

But it was pajama club, dammit. She would put on a whimsical face for them. Plus, it'd probably help her mood, some. So the TV had cartoons on it -- not the crappy ones they showed nowadays, but the good Looney Tunes stuff she remembered being on TV sometimes when she was a kid. And there was cereal. And blankets. Let's all just make a cuddle fort, okay?

"Does anyone have any trauma to share from the weekend?" Olive asked, over her bowl of cereal. "Because I don't feel like sharing my trauma but maybe someone has a better story. Also I don't have trauma so much as irritation and relief people are gone, but I figured that 'trauma' makes for a better reason to lie around in our pajamas, am I right?"

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Like you are an angsty teenager sometimes.

Like you're paid to. Man, I wish I was paid to mingle.

Probably not really.

She's the one who's getting moodiness all up in her Cocoa Puffs.

If she's there!

It is a caffeine-free day for me and I hate it. KEEP ME AWAKE.

Arietty Clock

"My parents weren't even here, this weekend," Arietty noted. That's what happened when you arrived at school by unexpected, deep underground portal in the sewers under London. "Does that count as trauma? I would have loved to have seen them."

Peeta Mellark

Stacey McGill

Stacey and her pajamas (http://media.kohls.com.edgesuite.net/is/image/kohls/1169258_Green_83?wid=1000&hei=1000&op_sharpen=1) weren't being paid, but they would appreciate it. Mostly she was down for the blankets.

"Yeah, mine weren't bad," Olive admitted. "So I guess you can be traumatized by parental absence rather than presence."

Toby Logan

"My weekend wasn't so bad," Toby shrugged. "The guy who visited me is a pretty laid-back sort. I guess I can count myself lucky he didn't try and like, interrogate any of my friends about me ~~mostly cause the player was overwhelmed with school all weekend."~~

"Plus Rhiannon didn't maul you," Olive noted. "Well done. Have some victory cereal."

"Don't mind if I do," Toby said, obligingly reaching for some Fruit Loops. "See? You were clearly worried for nothing." At least, in his specific case. So there.

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Olive snorted. "Just in your specific instance," she said, burrowing deeper into her nest of blankets. "I was worried exactly enough. Maybe not enough."

Somewhere late in the afternoon, Victor finally looked up from the last of his code-wrangling and realized: No visit from Olive.

He ... didn't want to too closely examine his reasons for deciding this meant this was an excellent week to turn up sheepishly at the end of pajama club. But here he was, looking over the remnants of the cereal and Olive in her tank top and Doughboy pants.

And ... now he should probably say something. "So," he said, with a little wave. "...hey."

Yes. That was something. More words would come later.

"Did she actually do like, lasting damage?" Toby wondered, without a trace of the flippantness from just moments ago.

"Hi," Olive said, kind of surprised. Surprised enough that she'd actually frozen with her cereal spoon halfway to her mouth, in fact. "Did you just get off work?"

Scintillating. Please continue to amaze everyone around you, Olive.

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"I think I did, but she facilitated it," Olive said, irrationally. It was definitely not Rhi's fault, except that she'd mentioned things that Olive hadn't...brought up to people here, really. But still. Rhiannon was an easy scapegoat.

"Pretty much." It was an hour or two before Victor normally shut the shop, but he'd been finished with what he wanted to do, and it wasn't like Tony paid attention. "I had this weird craving for cereal. And I know that's kind of what you do, so..."

"That bites," Toby offered. "Fixable, do you think?" he asked. "Sorry- I'm not trying to, like, pry or anything. Just..." he shrugged. He saw a friend in trouble, he wanted to help. Even if the only help he could offer was being a sounding board.

"We are, indeed, buried in cereal," she said with a small smile. "Of all kinds. Even the healthy stuff." Olive rolled her eyes. "Stacey's on a diet or something. But...yeah, help yourself. And there's...um, blankets? And cartoons."

You know, if he wanted to stay.

"You're not properly uniformed, but I can make an exception this time."

Olive lifted a shoulder. "I dunno. I'm too close to it to figure it out right now," she admitted. "Mostly I just feel like an idiot."

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Pajama Club Meeting: First floor lobby, Tuesday after classes

Sign in [PJ 10/02]

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Discussion: Were you traumatized? [10/02]

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