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Kappa Kappa Gremlin Meeting, After Classes, Monday [ 10/18 ].
Well, this should certainly be an interesting meeting, considering at least one half of the leadership was as definitively male as before, and the other half was...not so much. And that other half had the feeling that the majority of the fraternity members would be, still, in the same gender bent boat.
“Well,” Alexander, while wearing trousers, was still undeniably female...and randomly blonde, “we’ve...certainly had an interesting couple of days, but far be it for us to allow the peculiarities of the island from keeping us forging ahead with business as usual. We’ve decided that, in celebration of, er, well, being back,” which was code speak for being mostly female, “we’ll take it easy this week, with a little bit of, er, entertainment and food...”
Somehow, it felt more appropriate to leave the details to Zack at the moment, and that wasn’t just because of Alexander’s current gender.
“So, uh... We have a monster truck rally on the TV,” Zack shared, feeling maybe a tiny bit awkward, on account of still being a guy and all, “and soda, and hamburgers!”
... Zack didn’t actually like hamburgers, and couldn’t really stomach the thought of actually eating one, himself. But more for everyone else, right? He’d stick to his Mountain Dew.
“And, uh, please try to resist the urge to squirt ketchup at me,” he added, quirking a tiny smile. “I didn’t get to pick who turns into a girl and who doesn’t.”
Which, clearly, meant that he was totally fair game, yes.
“Actually,” Alexander offered with an arched brow at anyone else who might still be male, “don’t listen to Zack. We mustn’t just waste a whole day watching monster trucks on television and gouging like gluttons. I think it’s only fair that those of us feeling a bit less like ourselves take the opportunity to express how we may feel about things to those of us with more luck. And these bottles have such innovative squirting mechanisms that might be able to express a lot.”
Not that he was suggesting anything. Ahem.
If anybody needed Zack, he was going to probably spend the rest of the meeting backed into a corner and trying to hide behind his paper plate.
“All right, g...er....um...guys.” Alexander nodded. “That’s it then. Just relax, enjoy the trucks, and....well....” He hefted up a bottle of mustard and smirked, “have fun.”
Sorry, Zack. But Alexander did have to be a leader here.
[[ OCDon the way is present and accounted for! Have at it! ]]
“Well,” Alexander, while wearing trousers, was still undeniably female...and randomly blonde, “we’ve...certainly had an interesting couple of days, but far be it for us to allow the peculiarities of the island from keeping us forging ahead with business as usual. We’ve decided that, in celebration of, er, well, being back,” which was code speak for being mostly female, “we’ll take it easy this week, with a little bit of, er, entertainment and food...”
Somehow, it felt more appropriate to leave the details to Zack at the moment, and that wasn’t just because of Alexander’s current gender.
“So, uh... We have a monster truck rally on the TV,” Zack shared, feeling maybe a tiny bit awkward, on account of still being a guy and all, “and soda, and hamburgers!”
... Zack didn’t actually like hamburgers, and couldn’t really stomach the thought of actually eating one, himself. But more for everyone else, right? He’d stick to his Mountain Dew.
“And, uh, please try to resist the urge to squirt ketchup at me,” he added, quirking a tiny smile. “I didn’t get to pick who turns into a girl and who doesn’t.”
Which, clearly, meant that he was totally fair game, yes.
“Actually,” Alexander offered with an arched brow at anyone else who might still be male, “don’t listen to Zack. We mustn’t just waste a whole day watching monster trucks on television and gouging like gluttons. I think it’s only fair that those of us feeling a bit less like ourselves take the opportunity to express how we may feel about things to those of us with more luck. And these bottles have such innovative squirting mechanisms that might be able to express a lot.”
Not that he was suggesting anything. Ahem.
If anybody needed Zack, he was going to probably spend the rest of the meeting backed into a corner and trying to hide behind his paper plate.
“All right, g...er....um...guys.” Alexander nodded. “That’s it then. Just relax, enjoy the trucks, and....well....” He hefted up a bottle of mustard and smirked, “have fun.”
Sorry, Zack. But Alexander did have to be a leader here.
[[ OCD