First floor lobby, Wednesday

[intotheout]

Selling dance tickets was probably Tip's least favorite part about being on Student Council on a normal day. On a day where she'd much prefer to be hiding in her room . . . weren't her hormones tired?! The rest of her was! Her arms still ached from smashing metal in class yesterday! Among other things!

But here she was, as a dutiful StuCo representative, sitting at a table with a cash box and a roll of tickets for the prom, trying to distract herself by scrolling through Tumblr.

And kind of wishing her tumblr aesthetic had gone more for "absurdist comedy" than "things I find pretty".

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[always_someone]

"So... he got to get some closure, too." Norman smiled a little. "I never really thought of this place as the sort that would offer rest to the dead. The ghosts in the graveyard have all been there a while, I mean."

Which was interesting unto itself.

The fact that there was a full graveyard on an island where he'd been told nobody ever died for good, that was. It made him a little less likely to trust people who told him that.

[intotheout]

“Sometimes I feel like Fandom’s like an old pagan deity. Sometimes it’s callous and cruel, but others it’s almost benevolent.”

[always_someone]

"I guess the trick is figuring out what it wants," Norman noted. "Then again, I'm not entirely certain it's a good idea to try to actually understand a god, either."

That kind of sounded like an invitation for trouble.

[intotheout]

“If mythology has taught us anything, it’s that gods can only be weathered. Like storms.”

[always_someone]

Some storms were actually angry spirits that needed talking to, was the thing.

"That sounds a lot like Fandom, yeah." Norman smiled a little. "A lot of waiting, a little bit of storm, and not predictable at all."