fandomhigh | All-Sexuality Support Group Meeting: A Classroom, After Classes

There were doughnuts on the snack table today . . . and grapes, because that was what happened when Gabrielle picked out the food. She'd retained a small bowl of grapes for herself and was picking at it while people arrived.

"Hi, everyone," Gabrielle said finally when it looked like everyone was present and accounted for. "Hopefully you all had a good break. Mine was definitely eventful." With a grape popped into her mouth for emphasis.

"As was mine." Emmett eyed her. "Probably not the same events, unless you're way less vanilla than I had you pegged."

Gabrielle looked at him askance, her mouth hanging halfway open. "Hey, for all you know, I didn't look like me."

Askance didn't begin to cover Emmett's look. "...Paolo??"

"It's like you're speaking a different language." Flinging up her hands in a gesture of exasperation that was probably going to get really familiar to everyone if she had to deal with Emmett every week, she sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, this isn't the GSA because Fandom doesn't really need a conventional one. Fandom's unconventional in a lot of ways, as I think we all know by now, and that includes certain problems we're not likely to be dealing with anywhere else. Like waking up to find out you, or someone you care about, isn't in their usual body."

Hey. It was a typical Fandom problem. It wasn't like she had it on her mind for other reasons. As far as you knew.

"Like, say, when they spontaneously turn into an animal, or wake up the wrong gender like we all did that one day," she clarified.

Emmett was still eying her, but at least it wasnt with mild horror anymore. "Tell me more about this suddenly turning into an animal." No, Em. Not like that.

"How about not?" Gabrielle segued briefly into a muttered tirade about tossing him into a pit with certain crazed warrior women who just couldn't stay in Tartarus where they belonged, and probably none of that was intelligible to anyone who wasn't from crazy world. "But that's my question for the day. How much do appearances really matter to you, when it's someone you care about?"

A beat, a blink, and she looked at Emmett again. "What does vanilla have to do with anything?"

This was so not the meeting to try to explain that. "...It's in the cupcakes."

[OOC: Cowritten as always with the ineffable

hazlehurstmiss. OCD has been achieved. Now to wrath, now to -- wait.]

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There really are cupcakes, too.

Oh sure, make Francine choose between chocolate and vanilla, cupcakes and doughnuts.

Which would be why she had one of each on a plate, along with a handful of grapes. Look, they were small cupcakes.

Samuel took one look at Francine's plate and came over to mewl pitifully.

"Hi, Samuel." Francine leaned down to pet his head, but gave him a Look. "I don't think cupcakes are good for cats."

"Meeeow?" Samuel tried again. Diana chose that moment to walk over and pluck up her cat. "No, they're really not. You'd think he'd learn."

"They're not all that good for pe-- um, humans, either," Francine admitted, grinning. "But we never do."

"So does that mean I can have one?" Samuel asked. "No." Diana informed him. "Trust me, they're worse for cats who seem to think that everything is edible."

"If I'd known, I'd have..." Francine paused. Oh right. This wasn't her meeting. Not all baked goods everywhere were her responsibility. How about that. "...brought cat food."

Yeah, let's face it, she would have.

Diana had a cupcake and a bunch of grapes and a cat. One of the above was not for eating.

Katchoo had apparently really gotten into her painting today before she closed the shop down to head over here; there was paint on her baseball cap, even, as well as in her hair. Her hands, at least, were clean, which was a good thing since she fully intended to scarf as many of the doughnuts as she could before Gabrielle tried to smack her or something.

. . . what? It was more than a little possible.

Sookie totally took a cupcake. She didn't grasp any of the meaning behind the vanilla discussion, bless her innocent little brain.

Oh, like Merlin could resist the siren song of sugary things.

He was all over the food, since he already knew the answer to the... gender changing question.

Francine didn't need another cupcake, but, well. There they were. One even had pink frosting. She was so focused on trying to resist, hand hovering over it, that she didn't see who was standing behind her until she finally broke out of sugar-thrall and turned around and akjdhskljdhaskljdhaslkjh EYE CONTACT.

And a squeak.

EYE CONTACT BAD!

"Hi!" And yet he felt the need to talk. Yes. Because that would be less uncomfortable.

"Hi!" Or it was another squeak. A squeak that sounded like hi. Perhaps it wasn't Francine at all - perhaps it was that squirrel. The one over there.

That damned squirrel. Trying to awkward things up between them when they did a perfectly good job all on their own, thank you.

"The cupcakes are good!" Just keep blurting out things, Merlin. That'll work.

"I didn't make them!" They were going to run out of exclamation points, and then where would they be?

Maybe they'd try semi-colons.

Just for a lark.

"Oh." Merlin cleared his throat, but recovered admirably. "They're still quite good!"

"I think they're from Jeff's." Look, no exclamation point! Besides that one. "Diana's cat likes them. Or at least he thinks he wants one." When in doubt, talk about ...well, there was a terrible joke to be made there, but luckily for them both, it wouldn't occur to Francine to make it. Cats. Talk about cats.

Friendly, friendly cats.

With cupcakes.

"Is it okay for cats to eat them?"

"They're not chocolate, so it won't kill him, but no, not really." It was kind of like, cough, feeding real ice cream to Brynne. "He didn't seem really convinced when we explained that to him, though."

Sam paused in front of the food for a moment before taking a chocolate cupcake.

It didn't mean anything, hush.

Hayley was there again, and definitely enjoying a cupcake.

Om nom nom nom.

"If someone you had feelings for physically changed, do you think you could still make it work? Can emotional connections beat sexuality?"

In the appropriate subthread places as soon as they're there!

Gabrielle, her grapes, and a cupcake were available, and had moved on to pondering the question of what exactly would happen if she let Emmett loose on her Amazon tribe.

Well, Gabrielle was available. As for the food, you'll have to get your own.

Emmett was sticking with the chocolate doughnuts. He, and they, were available too.

But not to Amazons. Unless they wanted to exchange leather accessorizing tips.

As we seem to be short an advisor this week.

Kinda trying to keep it vague on the waking up completely different part, so as to lead into AU weekend without actually ruining the surprise. :)

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