Wednesday, April 12th, 2017

doubleohblonde: (Bond is quizzical and a bit battered)
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The Danger Shop hadn't been set to a sim yet when Bond's class arrived.

"Good morning, let's see what kind of bullocks this thing does to our lesson today." Bond was not even pretending today. He hit the switch. "...close enough."

The Danger Shop had produced tricycles. Made of bright plastic.
myownface: (Mmmhmm.)
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"So, squatting," Sparkle said, feeling a little bit like he'd been hit by a bus and mostly just looking like he'd spent a few days drinking under one, "or homesteading - and I learned last night that you have to use both terms in your Google searches if you don't want to learn about cows or how to lift heavy boxes - is, by the most loose definition, the act of living on property that doesn't belong to you. You set up camp in an abandoned warehouse, or any building, you're squatting. You take up residence in a tent city, you're squatting. Since your other options are the shelters I talked about the other week or, like, praying you know somebody who'll let you couch surf, if you ever end up homeless you'll probably consider squatting."

He was gonna just... just sit down on the desk and try to scrape together enough brain for a lecture. )

Library, Wednesday

Wednesday, April 12th, 2017 09:27 am
era_two_triangle: (Serious Side Eye)
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The library was actually behaving itself this week!

... Again.

Peridot didn't trust it and was squinting sideways at the books, waiting for one of them to start some kind of revolution or to start dancing or anything. But no. They were just being books.

Alrighty then.

[OOC: Open! And pfff, the OCD is taking a nap today.]
captainskullpoopl: (hey whats that)
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"Hey, we're all still here and haven't been deleted by Soviet Russia!" Deadpool said once class arrived. Or didn't. He doesn't know your life. He can't make your choices for you. "Damn right."

Focus, Wade.

"You don't make my choices either," he muttered. "Anywho... we're all still here and you're probably wondering why no class last week. We'll, stop wondering because you'll never know the reason for it. Its my 'did someone forget what day it was because work is draining their soul?' puzzle. And it's a doozy."

He shrugged because that was basically the answer there. "So, there haven't been any updates to this game other than a sort of ballin' new load screen, so let's just get back to walking. I'm going to strap my phone to one of you to hatch some eggs, so any volunteers? Anyone?"

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