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

What Emmett and Gabrielle planned to do when they got to the classroom -- it's a little moot to explain now but the supplies included crepe paper streamers, green jello and Chinese-finger-cuffs -- was, well, a little moot when they found it had already been decorated.

With a bouncing, swaying, humming, chanting, rainbow-hued cacophony of flowers. Everywhere. The seats of the chairs were just barely visible.

"No, no, no, no," Emmett groaned.

"Oh, come on," Gabrielle told him, aiming a light swat at his arm. "What's wrong with a few flowers? They're pretty. And spontaneous! I'd think you of all people would appreciate spontaneity."

"They're gorgeous," Emmett said, stepping into the room and spinning around, then covering his ears. "But seriously, Rise and Shine and Give God Your Glory, Glory? I can feel my soul dying inside me as we speak!"

"Which god?" Gabrielle asked, then waved a hand. "Never mind. If it's so bad, why don't you teach them something else to sing instead?"

Oh, Gabs. Why would you ever give him that opening? Why?

Which is why when people showed up to ASS Group today, they'd find a classroom full of flowers singing It's Raining Men, with Emmett joining in on the hallelujahs. Gabrielle had gathered a few groups of flowers for herself and was trying to organize them into vocal sections -- what, you think that's weird? You should see her stoned out of her mind on henbane and trying to do this with stalagmites.

[OOC: Cowritten as always with the lovely and fabulous

hazlehurstmiss. Lo, for there is OCD. Go forth!]

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Find a place to sit that isn't covered with flowers.

Whatever activity they'd actually had in mind today has been tossed by the wayside in favor of this. Go on, teach a few blossoms a song about love, sexuality, identity, or something. We're all about reaffirming our own identities here, so why should they get left out of the activity?

Karla had gotten her singing in public urges out at auditions today. She wasn't entirely certain how she felt about singing some more. But she more than welcomed any flowers who wished to sing to her.

Once they have pingededededed.

Gabrielle was around, naturally, and despite the dubious wisdom of letting her tuneless little self teach anything to sing that was exactly what she was doing with her little chorus of crocuses and other non-C flowers.

Not that she thought she had a thing about her own sexuality to affirm in any way, so the song she was trying to teach the flowers went something like this:

Well, listen to my story 'bout Gabrielle,
Cute little gal who's lookin' really swell.
Perfect hair, such a lovely lass,
Nice round breasts and a firm young --

She was getting a little annoyed with the flowers, who just kept breaking down into hysterical giggles at that exact same point every time.

[OOC: Oh, "Fins, Femmes, and Gems," how I love you.]

Once they'd worn out the Weathergirls, Emmett started trying to teach a group of pansies (shut up) the harmony part to Killing Me Softly With His Song by the incomparable Miss Roberta Flack. It was slow going, especially since the morning glory hanging from the light fixture above them kept trying to sing bass and didn't understand that it was a rock tenor.

. . . is he going to teach flowers to sing?

No, Mitchell was wondering why he hadn't taken a weed-whacker with him to support today.

Of course, getting one would probably involve more time with Portalocity, and oh lord, did he not want that. So he'd be here with his WTF-face on.

As always, anyone and everyone from the student body is welcome to these meetings! As the name suggests it's all-inclusive. And maybe just a little bit dirty.

Why did I use all season 1 icons in my OCD? I don't know.

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

Arrive/Mingle!

Teach Some Flowers A Song

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Talk to the Leaders

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Talk to the Advisor

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