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!]

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

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