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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon
Fact the first: Gert had gone out this afternoon in search of one (1) sandwich.
Fact the second: Someone (a bartender? Gert hadn't caught his (her?) name, but he (she?) had hair tucked into a baseball cap and seemed very drunk) had been racing around a town with two garbage bags that held a combined two hundred bagels.
Fact the third: Evidently running away from a pursuer, who Gert assumed was the owner of the bagel store, Baseball Cap had thrust one of the bags at Gert and yelled at her to take it and run.
And so it was that a baffled Gert hauled a massive bag of about a hundred bagels up the stairs through town and up to the second floor common room, at which point she proceeded to dump the bag on the counter and collapse on the couch with a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese.
What. The hell.
[[open. i don't know. if you care, it was totally april.]]
Fact the second: Someone (a bartender? Gert hadn't caught his (her?) name, but he (she?) had hair tucked into a baseball cap and seemed very drunk) had been racing around a town with two garbage bags that held a combined two hundred bagels.
Fact the third: Evidently running away from a pursuer, who Gert assumed was the owner of the bagel store, Baseball Cap had thrust one of the bags at Gert and yelled at her to take it and run.
And so it was that a baffled Gert hauled a massive bag of about a hundred bagels up the stairs through town and up to the second floor common room, at which point she proceeded to dump the bag on the counter and collapse on the couch with a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese.
What. The hell.
[[open. i don't know. if you care, it was totally april.]]
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because this is the runaways reunion CR. "You realize we've been here a year now?"no subject
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And that also covered being somewhere that was like Fandom, not just how long she'd stayed.
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Like she wasn't pulling her weight. She trailed off, and shrugged.
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There was some necessary irony on that, as going home for Victor (and he assumed for Karolina) was usually a very special kind of fun that wasn't, really, much fun at all.
"And -- yeah. Like, if I want to talk about being a hero, I should do it, right? I mean, if Molly can, and she's 12 ..." He kneaded his fingers together. "It'd be easier if I didn't like it here so much."
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