Thistleburr: 3.5

[azaya]

the college episode continues

last time:

• faintree and belizabeth kissed some girls
• hunter's ghost killed those girls
• faintree and belizabeth kissed some different girls
• the dormies got obsessed with sprinkler pranks

no one in this dorm has any neat points and so this is the constant state of the common room. people are tripping over books daily.


the bathroom is also gross, but what else is new.

belizabeth: *catches an absol*


hazel: hey, i have a better idea than damp gaming


the idea also involved moisture.


the cafeteria functions as a secondary bedroom more often than not


midnight rooftop kicky bag. college


alecto: *struggles bravely to make a move*


verline: this is the right attire to wear to class.


a most romantic locale for smooching.


i mean, that's a little better? there's no putrid water on the floor, presently.


belizabeth wouldn't shut up about wanting a birdcage, so i gave her one. the cage. not a bird.

belizabeth: aww, come on, please? i'm gonna name her mr. gibbons!


hazel:


belizabeth: hey


lauren: nice.


amanda: i can't see it, but, nice.


romancin'


ilona: i'm so alone


hunter and gloria have been busy in the night.


idiots all cramming into one table.


faintree: boy, those bits of chili cornflake sure are flying straight at my open mouth.


belizabeth: *games*

cooksy von foodburn ii: i deserve a raise.


honey: what the fuck! the bed in this room which isn't mine is already in use!

hazel: *is also not the owner of this dorm room*

birdie: oh, dip. guess i'll head out


to stand alone in the swampy bathroom with one hand raised for six hours.


belizabeth: is this a bad time


sleepyhead count: 3


verline: *catches fireflies in the bathroom*

why is this a thing


hazel: dunno, but i'm gonna make the most of it!


hazel: *makes the least of it*

belizabeth: that sure is my girlfriend


ilona: *snore*


ghost of hunter: BLEAH

ghost of gloria: room for one more?


ghost of hunter: that was CASH!


alexandra:

faintree: sure are a lot of tombstones on the other side of this wall


GREAT, COOL, MORE FUCKING INSECT JARS.


ghost of hunter: WHY ISN'T 'BUGJAR TIMEDECAY OFF' WORKING?!


faintree: so, you got hobbies?


sleepyhead count: 4


jenna: no, i don't think sky pianos are an act of the overlord. they're a phenomenon totally explicable by science.

faintree: fascinating


hazel: EAT SHIT, ELITE FOUR


birdie: i wonder if the jar would fit under my hand.


faintree's literature major requires body points again.

belizabeth: and my art degree requires cooking!


faintree left the conversation hours ago, but jenna is still sitting in the same place, musing on pianos.


belizabeth: look how far back i can lean in this chair.


while i was looking at that, hunter struck again. she's a menace.


it wasn't anybody important, but i decided on some insurance anyway.

belizabeth: *subluxes her elbow to game even harder*


jenna: excuse you, but people are trying to study!


why isn't bugjar timedecay off working? it's last in my userstartup.cheat like it's supposed to be. this licks.


faintree: OH NO, I CAN'T WATCH!

deanna: *lightly foots the kicky bag*


faintree: thank god you're all right, i feared the worst!

deanna: why


cooksy von foodburn ii sits down to enjoy a nice bowl of unburnt mac n cheese. i've never seen her do this before. good for her, though.


hazel: hey guys, i brought more fireflies


faintree and belizabeth: *gossip and chatter*

ilona: guys.


faintree: good job meeting new people, jenna!


the couples: *flirt and titter*

jenna: guys.


faintree: like the cakebreads, i too have heard tale of sunshine in legend and song!


belizabeth: it's still fucking raining! 8D


romansu


belizabeth's ltw is to sell a §1,000 painting, so the bitch needs to get to work.

desma: *sneezes*


that's a start.

desma: *pokemons*


belizabeth: girls bein' dudes.


alecto: how the FUCK am i supposed to go to bed with this asscannon passed out behind my chair?!

belizabeth: dip, dude. sucks. HORMPHF


belizabeth: oh no, poor alecto! how could this have happened?

just-finished bowl of mac n chee: *wafts food poisoning*


oh neat, hunter scared deanna so bad she pissed herself in front of the arcade cabinet. that's gonna be there forever.


brenda: you smell like ass hair.


no we absolutely did not, and furthermore we never would.


honey:

alecto:

faintree: GORMRORMRORMRORM


cormorant: a nice cappucino would fix up alecto and honey.

faintree: you are SO RIGHT!


deanna: what are you doing?

verline: huh? oh, suspending myself over the unmopped puddle of pee so it doesn't get on my shoes! these are vueflogs, you know!


eventually, though, she had to land. with a splash.

lauren: aghskdff!


deanna: i'm so proud to have made a lasting contribution to the dorm!

i suppose that's one way to look at it.


deanna: this is the right place to zzzz.


faintree: cheer up, astoria! you'll catch that vulpix next time.


belizabeth.

belizabeth: what


hazel: is that piss?

belizabeth: is what piss?


ilona: i'm so alone


if you count the piss puddle, it's a ménage à trois.


deanna: oh, you're standing in the pee now?

verline: m'arms got tired.


ilona: i'm so bored


a deep bond is forming here. they'll be buddies forever.


i don't know that i believe you've noticed faintree's enthusiasm in games, seeing as these popped up in sequence.


ambiance


oh good, i was hoping for yet more future bug garbage!


cormorant: *stands stock still for eight hours*


faintree and verline: bathroom dance, bathroom dance, bathroom dance, bathroom dance!


sleepyhead count: 5


neat! i actually enjoyed college more than usual this time, sprinkler pranks and all.


faintree: feast your eyes on the body of a college graduate.


belizabeth: wanna be my double battles partner for life?

hazel: *delighted gasping*


belizabeth: all right, cool. and back to gaming.

hazel: :|


where's the rest of you, faintree?

faintree: i don't remember.


back to teagarden moon we go. and the heir is...


belizabeth: ooh, butterflies!

god DAMN IT


heiress belizabeth's cute bedroom that she doesn't deserve.






belizabeth: what the fuck, butterflies?


beliz invited hazel over, and then to move in. why waste time? they're already engaged.


she.


i get the same look on my face when i have a grilled cheese sandwich.


belizabeth: heya moms! heya baby!

chlora:


they found the bed all on their own, and didn't try to steal anyone else's. good for them!


you little fucking liar! you guys made out all across D-0RM-1. i had to witness it.


aww.


severance star: hey mom, what's shaking?

chlora: THE APPLE IS MINE! *punches it out of star's hand*


severance star: the fuck?

chlora: this ah-OOM is an ah-OOM of victory!

well, at least there's that.