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All-Sexuality Support Group: A Classroom, Thursday After Classes

Today, there was pie. An abundance of pie, actually; the pirats had given Gabrielle ideas.

(They'd given Emmett ideas too, but you don't want to hear about those, and they had more to do with poofy shirts and leather pants than pie, so. Anyway.) (Oh, poofy shirts and leather pants. Gabrielle was more familiar with that type of outfit than anybody from her time period had any business being. But not like that. At all. Right. Anyway.)

Anyway. Yes. Gabrielle had a slice of chocolate cream pie sitting just out of reach, because she could be decorous for a few minutes, and her hands rather firmly clasped in her lap. (This would be the handclasp of 'if I let go I'm going to fall into a yawning chasm with a roaring river running through it, which is on the same level as inhaling this pie in front of all of you' desperation, and she knew exactly how that went.)

"I don't know about all of you," she began, "but I know I'm always asking questions about things. But sometimes it's awkward to ask those questions -- there are things you've always wanted to know, but asking means admitting you don't. Which might not have consequences as dire as being held at knifepoint as a hostage in an enemy camp but can be really awkward anyway." Not that she was bitter about any such situation or anything.

Emmett looked at her silently for a moment. "Your roleplaying scenarios both surprise and intrigue me," he finally said. "Maybe you really are less vanilla than I thought."

Gabrielle's lips tightened into an exasperated parody of a smile, and she looked right at Emmett as she said through her teeth, "And there are some questions we'll just never ask. As for the ones we do want to ask about each other's lifestyles, and I really hate to use that word but I can't think of a better one, there's paper and pens here. Write down your questions, and toss them into a pile here, and we'll mix them up. Then everyone can answer the questions if they want to, and no one has to know who asked in the first place."

"Unless you're a guy and asking for my phone number," Emmett added helpfully. "I'll save you the time on that one. It's 555-3565."

[OOC: Open! Writ with the short blonde one. No, the other o-- No, the other one.]

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PIE.

Chocolate cream, blueberry, banana, pecan, and cherry. (Like Emmett would miss out on that opportunity for innuendo.)

Karla happily took a slice of cherry pie, all unaware of potential innuendo, and a slice of chocolate cream. And was eying the pecan.

Mmmm...pie.

Hayley couldn't just... ignore the fact that Karla was there.

"...hi," she said, ready to run away if this went badly.

Karla didn't actually flinch away from Hayley, but only by the sheerest dint of will. "Hey," she said quietly. "How've you been?"

"I've been okay," Hayley said, fidgeting a little. "I mean, I could be better. But my nose feels a lot better and my eye is better too."

"Your nose and eye?" Karla asked. She'd pretty much hid in her room all day and ignored everything on Sunday.

"Well, the lady in fishnets wasn't the only one to get a crack at Harley Quinn," Hayley said, looking down at the ground. "Batman kinda beat her up real good, too."

Karla felt a little guilty about staying away after hearing how carefully Hayley separated herself from 'Harley' and offered Hayley a small, sympathetic smile. "That's pretty rough," she said. "Did you go to the clinic?"

Hayley nodded, a slow imitation of her usual rapid-fire head bobbing. "They told me I was lucky my nose was snapped back in place, since it had been broken. But they checked everything and it wasn't life threatening or anything."

She figured it was time to say the important thing.

"I'm sorry for what sh-sh-she did," she said.

"I know you are," Karla said, feeling Hayley's sincerity. "And I know--intellectually anyway--that it wasn't you. Not really." She held out her hand to Hayley, but dropped it before she could do much more than brush her fingers against Hayley's sleeve ~~if that's okay~~. "I'm sorry you were stuck being someone...like that."

Hayley gulped, knowing full well that it was a person not too far from who she could have been... or could be.

She nodded, looking at Karla's dropped hand. "It was one of those... life changing experiences, I guess. You know. Revelationary."

Yeah, the guilt jumped a few notches there. "It was really scary," Karla admitted. And painful, though she didn't admit that. "I think the hardest part was that I could still sense you, somewhere underneath all the her. So it's kind of hard to...untangle all that, you know?"

Karla gave a helpless little shrug. "Hayley, I may still be a little--" freaked the hell out "--reticent about stuff, but you're still my friend. I want you to know that. Okay?"

"I don't blame you," Hayley admitted, her eyes watering a little. "I got enough problems untangling it all in my head. I'm scared of me, too."

"...and I don't think I'll ever look at cake the same way again."

"Don't say that, Hayley!" Karla said, trying to tease a bit. "Not the cake!"

She stepped forward, offering a hug. It took a bit of mental steeling herself, but she hadn't been kidding when she said they were still friends. "Now you have a better idea of what you're working against," she said softly. "And a much better understanding of what could happen if you stop working."

Hayley didn't exactly throw herself into the hug, but she definitely pulled Karla in as tight as she could into a hug.

"You said it," she said. "...and at least pie is still safe."

"If you get concerned about it, I'll happily eat your share," Karla said with a small laugh. "I do what I can for my friends."

"Thank you, Karla. I... you're a true friend," she said, clinging a bit in the hug. She was sniffling just a little.

Karla hugged Hayley a little bit tighter. "I try to be," she whispered. "I'm sorry that I'm not always as good as I can be. It all just kind of...twinged on some things from back home."

"We all have our off days," Hayley said, a little chuckle escaping her lips. "...but sounds like I need to hear about some things. When you're ready to talk about it, I mean."

Karla gave an extra squeeze before letting go. "Sometime later," she said. "Though, I'm going home this weekend. A different home, I mean," she added hastily. "Back to Dhemlan, not Glacia."

"I hope you have fun," Hayley said. "You deserve a nice trip."

She nodded. She was... actually really grateful for how that went.

"Me too," Karla said. "I haven't been home in forever. I--couldn't, not for awhile. It'll be nice to see my family again."

Hayley just chewed her lip, wanting to ask when she'd get to see that world. But she knew now wasn't the time to ask that.

"I can't wait to hear about it when you get back," she said.

~~Hopefully in the next two weeks...~~

"I'm hoping to have some good news when I get back," Karla offered with a smile. "Of the variety that involves unicorns, dragons, and friends from school." She looked directly in Hayley's eyes. "Of which I include you."

Hayley had a little smile creep up on her face when she heard that. "I'll keep my fingers crossed," she said.

Hello there, blueberry pie; Katchoo was more than happy to make your acquaintance. Be honored, pie. She doesn't usually jump at the opportunity to make anybody's acquaintance, much less with a smile on her face.

Hayley was still a little shaken from her Crime class, but she definitely wasn't missing a meeting. Pie just made it better.

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