Wednesday - After the Assembly

[mother_forker]

Eleanor had pretty much shown she was no good in a firefight despite her claim that her gun was defective.

So instead of going out into town and earning even more tiny ball size bruises, she made her way to the roof with a large plastic cup that was totally not full of wine coolers and sat down to watch the show from afar.

"I wonder if this is how meta-for Hunger Games started," she said, taking a long sip through her Twizzler straw.

[For anyone who can't hit the broad side of a barn with a cannon.]

Comments

[sexy_giraffe]

Tahani, dressed in a new, non-paint covered dress, stomped up to the roof with paint still in her hair. "I hope the dry cleaner is a miracle worker," she whined.

[mother_forker]

“You know if you want to keep your wardrobe safe,” Eleanor said, waving her drink and Twizzler straw at Tahani, “You may have to stop wearing expensive designer clothes to school events. Or bring a change of clothes. ”

[sexy_giraffe]

Tahani wrinkled her nose. "I don't own non-designer clothing."

[mother_forker]

“We know,” Eleanor deadpanned. “That’s the point. You need some shirt from Target you can put in a washing machine.”

[sexy_giraffe]

"I don't want to go into a...Target," Tahani said, looking appalled.

[mother_forker]

“Just pretend you are selling out your designer line of clothes,” Eleanor said, rolling her eyes. “Fine. What about designer athletic wear? That you actually exercise in. That doesn’t get sent to the dry cleaner.”

[complexfemale]

Maeve, being a sane person, had ditched out of the assembly pretty much immediately and headed straight for the dorms. She had also wanted to watch the show, but she'd just showed up with cigarettes.

"Anyone kill each other yet?"

[mother_forker]

“I don’t know who you are but I like you already,” Eleanor declared. “Sadly no grisly deaths but there’s forking paint everywhere.”

[complexfemale]

"Maeve," she said, coming to take a seat on the ledge. "This place is insane."

[mother_forker]

“Yep. It’s bat shirt crazy,” she agreed and wordlessly offered Maeve a twizzler. “I’m Eleanor. I’ve been here less than a year and it still freaks the forking shirt out me.”

[complexfemale]

Maeve shook her head at the offer, proceeding to take out a cigarette and light it instead. At least she stayed downwind.

"Do they do... this often?"

[mother_forker]

“Island wide paint ball attack? Not since I’ve been here. Crazy shirt activities every Wednesday? Yes.”

[complexfemale]

"Really? My old school only ever got performances, and speeches," Maeve said, and looked like she really wasn't sure which she'd rather.

[mother_forker]

“My school had pep rallies. One time a pregnant cheerleader gave birth in the middle of it on the gym floor. So it was a cheer rally, sex ed and birth control PSA trifecta.”

She took a sip of her drink and sighed. “God bless Arizona.”

[sexy_giraffe]

"Doesn't that involve sweating?" Tahani asked dubiously.

[mother_forker]

“Uh. No. It’s about showing off the goods in machine washable clothes,” Eleanor sighed. “You do want to keep your clothes clean, right? I’m sure there’s some ultra expensive designer who makes this shirt.”

[sexy_giraffe]

"And a lovely dry cleaner who fixes it for me," Tahani said.

[complexfemale]

"That... almost sounds like something that would happen at my school," Maeve admitted.

They'd just end up having a rock opera Romeo and Juliet with a distinct penis theme instead.

"Arizona is... southwest, right?"

[mother_forker]

Eleanor looked, just looked, at Tahani for a very longtime.

“Do you just get a new outfit if you accidentally sweat in it?”

[mother_forker]

“Yeah, it’s Southwest. Our state slogan is ‘We’re just like Texas but with less oil, hats but more HPV’,” she said taking another sip of her drink. “Where you from?”

[complexfemale]

"England. Place called Moordale no one's ever heard of," she said. "The kind of place where it's so boring everyone just takes it all out on each other for fun."

[mother_forker]

“Standard bullying, extra crispy or island size paintball fight level of taking out on each other?”

[complexfemale]

Maeve considered that.

"Yes," she settled on. "We've never had paintball. But people get pretty vicious en masse when they feel like it."

[sexy_giraffe]

"That sounds horribly wasteful," Tahani said, which wasn't a no.

[mother_forker]

Eleanor gave Maeve a wary look. “I feel like I should ask for an example but that might ruin our budding friendship with too much personal information,” she said carefully. “So how about I offer you a drink that isn’t a wine cooler with a Twizzler straw?”

[complexfemale]

"I'm interested," she said. "Though that is ingenious."

[mother_forker]

“It’s my own invention,” Eleanor said opening a bottle and adding the Twizzler straw. “I got tired of the shirty paper straws. Not because I’m horny for the environment or anything.”

[complexfemale]

"And honestly all of the non-plastic straws come with their own downsides anyway," Maeve said with a shrug. "You're still doing your part then. Or something."

[mother_forker]

“Probably more of the something,” Eleanor admitted. “So what brings you to the very weird heck that is Fandom”

[complexfemale]

"My old school was a bad fit." She couldn't give the actual reason, of course. "One of my teachers thought I might get an actual education here."

Which, yikes.

[mother_forker]

“I think this school thrives on recruiting through misinformation,” Eleanor said with a sigh. “Though honestly the real appeal for me was the bar that doesn’t card.”

[complexfemale]

"That's at least sensible." Maeve was close enough to legal back home anyway. "Don't know that I'm the bar sort, though. People tend to talk to you there."

[mother_forker]

“Lone wolf. I understand,” Eleanor said. “The bartenders there are pretty cool and you don’t have to interact with them if you don’t want to. One of them is a ghost though.”

[complexfemale]

Maeve frowned. Hard.

"Yeah, Okay."

Like the cat girl and everything Wayne told her didn't allow for the existence of ghosts.