Classrooms Around Campus, All Day Saturday

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It was Saturday, and that meant Career Day! Unbeknownst to all the students who had taken the career placement test, Fandom had apparently conspired to place them all in workshops that didn't quite fit the answers they gave for their tests. The island was tricky that way. Not to mention that the workshops that the island had planned were somewhat different from the workshops an ordinary school might offer on Career Day. As in quite a lot different.

So the classrooms all around the school were filled with visitors from off-island and island alike, all of whom had been led to believe that they would be teaching eager-minded groups of students, excited to learn about their prospective careers. This assumption was not necessarily accurate.

[[up early early early for timezones! wait for the OCD or puppies will die. the puppies are safe now.]]

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Re: Courier Service

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

"If you haven't had one, don't gloat," Rude told him. "Gloating is rude."

Re: Courier Service

[wwiii]

Warren's eyes went wide at that, and he held his hands up in front of himself in protest.

"Oh, no! No, I wouldn't dream of gloating! I just..." Warren's mouth opened and closed a few times, but his brain seemed to be utterly failing to provide him with a decent excuse for his curiosity. "I'm sorry. I just needed to get my head around the idea of capitalizing on disaster. But then, it hasn't really been entirely unheard of where I'm from, either."

His dad, after all, was rich because he was selling drugs to sick people.

Re: Courier Service

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There was the tiniest hint of a smirk on Rude's face. He'd just been messing with the kid, after all.

"The world doesn't end just because the world's ended," he replied, all philosophically. "Someone's still got to... clean up the mess."

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[wwiii]

Aww, Rude. Smirking over messing with Warren was like bragging about the lollipop that you'd snagged from inside a stroller.

"The delivery guys?"

Forgive him, Rude. Warren clearly had never seen the folks at Strife Delivery in action, before.

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The folks at Strife Delivery didn't LIKE action, after all. They liked sitting around and being whiny and moping about a dead girl, and only acted when they absolutely had to.

"You'd be surprised."