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Anarchist Philanthropist Club, Tuesday After Classes

Hidden away in a clandestine location of which only the members were aware*, Britta and Jim prepared for the first ever meeting of the Anarchist Philanthropist Club, of which both of them were pretty sure this was the first of any such club in existence. How revolutionary! Though they were only leaders in name to satiate the bureaucratic demand for titles to support an undertow of a class system by The Man, they still did a pretty good job of setting up the pizza and soda liberated from the over-indulgent bourgeoise** for the members and waited for them to arrive for their first meeting.

"Hey, guys," Jim greeted, in a manner that he hoped was just blase enough to count as anarchist, since he was one of the leaders... kind of... of this club. "Welcome to the first meeting of the Anarchist Philanthropist group. I'm Jim, and that's Britta, and while this is where any other club might have people introducing themselves as leaders, that would probably kind of be missing the point, here. Britta and I... you can think of us as glorified activity coordinators, or something, instead."

Yeah. Glorified activity coordinators eating yesterday's pizza. Like champs.

"Or maybe even...." Britta shrugged, "people who just happened to put the club together, which affords us no extra privileges or anything like that. That’s bullcrap, because society need not be governed. There are no leaders in anarchy, and certainly no voting about whether or not anyone is anarchist enough or philanthropist enough, okay? We are all leaders, leaders in standing up for the rights of human kind in the face of those who wish to squish equality under their designer leather shoes like bug. So, with that in mind, today, we’re going to get to know each other and talk about ideas on what exactly we want to accomplish. I know me and Jim have a few ideas, too, but no idea is better than any others, unless it’s really dumb, and we’ll try to get them all done. We’ve already got one planned for next week, but we’ll go over that more at the end of the meeting."

Jim stared at Britta for a moment, before clearing his throat an pressing on. He was starting to get the sneaking suspicion that when it came to anarchy, he was actually, somehow, managing to lag a few steps behind, here.

"Uh... right! Yeah. So, let's talk about causes." A beat. "If you want to, I mean. as a not-a-leader, I'm really just making a suggestion."

Sure.

* Or, well, okay, that one classroom over there.
** And by “liberated,” we mean “leftovers from the Kappa Kappa Gremlin meeting."

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Because, face it, leftover pizza is the best kind of pizza.

It was not, in fact, the best kind of pizza to Elphaba. She eyed it dubiously, as she'd been told there would be vegan snacks.

Those pizzas did not look vegan.

So instead, Elphaba took a step away from the pizzas and contemplated what causes she wanted to bring up in front of everyone.

Matt was there and... Okay he stayed away from the pizza and sticking to whatever moddable beverages might be available.

The hazard of having enhanced sense usually means you stay away from purloined leftovers.

Kenzi had no qualms about leftover pizza. Because it was free, and so was anarchy, so hey. Perfect snack, yes?

She was kind of already way amused by The Jim and Britta Show.

What would you, as a new Anarchist Philanthropist, like to accomplish this semester? Any particular causes you’d like to support or ways to stick it to The Man? Remember, no idea is to be discounted...unless it’s really pretty dumb.

"Kay, so." Kenzi was still nibbling and giving Britta side-eye at all the political stuff, but she said, "Invading the Student Council meeting with our demands?"

Jim blinked at that one. Because clearly, he somehow managed to not see this coming. Silly Jim.

"We have demands?"

This was going to be an awesome club. He could tell already!

"Sure! The abolition of Student Council, doesn't that go with anarchy?" Kenzi grinned.

"... It does," Jim allowed after a moment, "except I think Student Council is pretty much the only buffer we have between us and the unquestioned tyranny of the school administration."

Yes. Yes Jim did pull most of that out of thin air.

"So they're our patsies?" Kenzi checked. "I just wanna be clear on this."

Jim actually had no idea what that word meant.

"Exactly. Exactly like that."

Which could only end in tears.

"Exxxxcellent," Kenzi drawled.

Seriously. The possibilities were endless.

Since organization was pretty important for an effective anarchist movement (shut up), Britta made sure to get everyone’s attention before they left. "Oh, and next week, just so you know, we’re actually going to meet at Turtle & Canary. For the sake of the important work we’ll be doing, we won’t give you too much information, to keep anyone off our trail, but wear something..." She waved her hand a little, "sneaky. See you there."

Should they be needed for anything, your fearless not-leaders are certainly available.

Jim was certainly available, should anyone need him. He'd be happy to answer. Around bites of pizza. You know. Rebelliously.

[Ooc: And eventually. Crazy workday coming up for me, so I'll ping when I get home, about fourteen hours from when this comment was made. WHEE.]

"Jim! Jim! Jiiiiiiiiiiiim!" Pinkie was clearly excited by something. "I had an idea for you."

"Oh, yeah?" Jim gave Pinkie a grin as he looked her way. Her enthusiasm was infectious. "What kind of idea?"

He might change his mind when he heard her actual idea.

"We should feed the gremlins!"

Yep.

Jim was going to have nightmares about that suggestion for the rest of his days.

"Uh... are they hungry?"

"Well duh! Why else would they be goin' around biting people?"

Really now.

"I always thought that they liked seeing people act weird," Jim admitted, after a moment's thought. "But I guess they might be hungry..."

He scratched his head for a moment, trying to puzzle through how to tackle this one.

"I suppose if we really wow them with something good to eat, they might agree to not bite people for at least a little while, huh?"

Like a bribe!

"Of course! In my experience, things that aren't hungry rarely bite ponies."

This from the pony whose pet baby alligator seemed to get around specifically by biting things."

"That's... actually pretty sound sense," Jim had to admit, even if he was still somewhat dubious about the whole thing. "I'll bring it up with Britta at some point, and we'll see what we can do, okay?"

Knowing Jim's luck, this was going to end with everyone in the club dancing Cabaret.

Pinkie would probably approve of that.

"Okee dokee lokee!" Pinkie said cheerfully, then trotted off.

Really, the hangover from the weekend that Britta was still kind of feeling didn't get so bad if she just kept talking and moving....or maybe just sitting there and picking pepperoni off her pizza in disgust. There was a nice little leaning tower of Pizza building up in front of her.

"Hey Britta," Matt said with a smile. "How was your trip to New York? Were you able to survive the time without wanting to strangle my roommate?"

Britta's nose wrinkled a little. "I think I actually lost her at some point around midnight," she admitted, and she lifted her brows a little in concern. "Did she make it back okay? I figured she'd be fine, she seemed to know her stuff and everything...."

"I'm sure she's fine," Matt said with a shrug. "If anything Rebecca could handle... well just about anybody. Sounds like you had a pretty good time though? Where did you go?"

"Um...." Britta narrowed her eyes and the air was filled with a long pause of utterly failing to recall a very specific answer to a question like that. "Pretty sure we started in the East Village. I think me and David...that's the guy we met that night with the party over in...somewhere...anyway, we wound up in Jersey Sunday night, and...everything else is....kind of a blur."

"Well it sounds like you had a good time," Matt said with a chuckle. "Except for the part about ending up in Jersey."

"Hey, Jersey's not that bad," Britta said, but there was another pause as she went back over a few details and sighed. "Okay, maybe it is. But still. Great time. You should come next time, when I don't make plans with your roommate first. Why don't you guys get along, anyway? I mean, okay, she's kind of...you know, but she can be fun..."

If things were kept on a purely surface, alcohol hazed party veneer...

"Kind of."

"Oh, I'm sure she can be," Matt replied with a shrug. "However she pretty much decided she didn't like me and didn't want me as a roommate after a minute of meeting each other. Then she took over my closet and rearranged the furniture when she found out they wouldn't let her find another room right away. So..."

Matt shrugged and chuckled again.

"We just don't get along. Though I've worked through it all."

Mostly by taking girls back to the room and making out on her bed.

So are the advisers, one of whom is still probably just a bad acid flashback.

Pinkie didn't know what a "bad acid flashback" was, but if asked, she'd say that that must be Jamie.

No way she wasn't real, after all.

She was watching the proceedings with interest. And cupcakes. Interest and cupcakes.

One of these, she'd be willing to share.

Jamie was a bad acid flashback. Wait... no. He had one before. It was messy.

However he truly did exist and in true anarchistic fashion was attending the meeting while standing on his head.

As you do.

"Ooo, that looks like fun!" And Pinkie attempted to stand on her head next to him.

Really, she should probably just stick to hanging from ~~the top border of the shot~~ the ceiling. Her quadrupedal body wasn't built for headstands.

"It is until all the blood rushes to your head," Jamie admitted. "I think I might start hallucinating soon."

Point of fact: Seeing a talking pony? Does not count as hallucinating as far as Jamie was concerned.

Pinkie gave up on standing on her head and instead sprawled out on the floor by Jamie's. "Really? That must be fun. Lots of folks around here talk about hallucinating."

Mostly because they were talking to a talking pink pony.

"Probably because of all the gremlin bites," Jamie said attempting to nod his head which is more difficult when you are standing on it. "I'm pretty sure the Skywalker clan are well versed in it."

Pinkie blinked.

"Why are they biting the gremlins?"

"Maybe they're really hungry?" Jamie suggested. "Wait. No. The gremlins bite the people. Not the other way around."

"Oh! Well, I guess the gremlins must be really hungry, then."

Jamie raised an eyebrow at Pinkie.

"You've never run into a gremlin before?"

"I don't think so. Maybe they've just never introduced themselves?"

"Well they have a bad habit of making you go insane for a brief period of time," Jamie cautioned.

"Wow, they must be really hungry, then."

Look, it made sense in Pinkie logic.

Next week’s mission involves someone being roped with a job at Turtle & Canary as punishment, so if you want to volunteer to be the one that gets caught, let us know!

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