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apath cl, fri aft, some cla, whatev

It was dawning on George that it was actually April, like, the month. And that meant that May came up afterwards, and that was when they were going to kick her out of this place.

Okay, technically, she could stay for the summer but she had no idea when Rube was going to make her go back. Or the higher-ups were going to drop a plane ticket in her lap. Which ... could have happened at any time before now, and had for like three months out of nowhere, so really she should have been expecting it all along, but graduation was kind of a firm deadline, sort of a thing, and that was more of a concrete thing to be freaking out about.

George was handling this in the mature way she usually handled such things; by going straight into denial. Which was why she trying to see if she could get some of the eggs she made in class today to balance on her face, if she leaned back far enough in her seat.

It was Apathy Club, not Super Exciting Fun Time Club. So. Yeah.

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invent one.

a time-honored tradition.

they're not real eggs. okay, some of them are. but they're hollowed out. anyway you can borrow some or use your own if you are also in dean's excellent class. or use items you have with you.

or come up with your own activity if you're too good to balance shit on your face. like george gives a fuck.

this is in case what you want to do today is be pretentious or Over It All because those are totally acceptable here and do not count as activities.

this is my united states of

things he might have: eggs. coffee. an aura of coolness.

people here are generally friends, the advisor, or the hot possible-boyfriend, so those are all on the whitelist of approved communications.

caveat emptor nonetheless. management not responsible for george.

i'm going to be AFK for the next few hours at least, so I won't be pinging back until 4-5 PM EST at the earliest, if that. but i will get back to pings sooner or later, I promise.

While egg-balancing hadn't really been what Dean had in mind when he'd had the students decorate them in class today, it wasn't like he was about to complain or anything. They were George's eggs, she could do whatever made her happy with them.

Or something.

In any case, he brought his coffee and his sketchbook to the club again today, and he was trying to be covert about trying to capture just how ridiculous George looked with eggs on her face like that.

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apath cl, fri aft, some cla, whatev

write a name on a piece of paper [ap]

hang out in the back, avoid eye contact, and be sullen [ap]

watch george ... balance eggs on her face [ap]

eyeroll, bitch and moan [ap]

whatever [ap]

talk to the advisor [ap]

okay you can talk to george [ap]

ooc [ap]

Re: talk to the advisor [ap]