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fandomhighdorms2016-09-02 12:41 pm
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FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday
It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.
An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.
By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.
[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]
An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.
By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.
[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

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"Whereas I've dealt with little worse than angry guards and bored gangs," Hyacinthe said, nodding. "No one would ever mistake me for a fighter."
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He didn't want to linger on the violent stuff for too long.
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Okay, while still smirking, so 'bright' got kind of dirty.
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"Shafts as well," Hyacinthe agreed. "Since we are talking sparring, of course."
NOBODY BELIEVED EITHER OF YOU.
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Innocently.
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This was turning out to be not a terrible experience at all.