All-Sexuality Support Group meeting, Thursday after classes
Gabrielle had left the decorations up to Emmett again today, so you should probably fear. She had, however, insisted on doughnuts being part of the snack spread. If you left a doughnut out in the open long enough for it to dry out, and you threw it just right, could it . . . anyway.
You'd think Emmett have learned from all the glitter-brushing last time, and he sort of had. This time he kept the decorations to rainbow streamers hanging from the back of each chair, which matched nicely with the rather large punchbowl full of Skittles. See? SUBTLE.
But pretty! They reminded Gabrielle of bathing under waterfalls. "Hi again, everyone," she told the group once they'd assembled. "I know we did introductions last week, but we thought we'd take it a step further today and do a little getting-to-know-you exercise." She glanced over at Emmett and said quietly, through her teeth, "Not that kind."
Emmett rolled his eyes. "As lovely as I find every single girl, boy, other or undecided in this room, there are some of them I have absolutely no desire to have sex with." Some.
"Good to know. Thanks. Thanks for sharing with everyone." Gabrielle's face might freeze that way, halfway between I am smiling this hard to keep from strangling you and it really looks like I'd chew my way through a log right now, doesn't it? "Actually, sharing with everyone was the plan for the day. Why don't you explain a little of how this is supposed to work, Emmett?"
"I do believe I shall, m'amselle." Emmett clapped his hands together. "Okay! Here's the deal: since so many of us are from different places, times, and..." He eyed Gabrielle. "Planets, it can seem like we don't have much in common besides the fact that we're all here, but we bet it isn't so."
"Soooo, everybody gets to take a turn to stand up and say something about themselves or the place they come from. If what they said is true for you too, speak up, raise your hand, make some connections, and grab yourself a handful of Skittles. Whoever has the most by the time the meeting's over...is gonna have a heck of a sugar crash."
Emmett shrugged, popping a grape one into his mouth. "It's like I Never without the booze and eventual embarrassing morning after."
[OOC: Open! Lateness of the hour to be blamed on traffic raaaage.]
You'd think Emmett have learned from all the glitter-brushing last time, and he sort of had. This time he kept the decorations to rainbow streamers hanging from the back of each chair, which matched nicely with the rather large punchbowl full of Skittles. See? SUBTLE.
But pretty! They reminded Gabrielle of bathing under waterfalls. "Hi again, everyone," she told the group once they'd assembled. "I know we did introductions last week, but we thought we'd take it a step further today and do a little getting-to-know-you exercise." She glanced over at Emmett and said quietly, through her teeth, "Not that kind."
Emmett rolled his eyes. "As lovely as I find every single girl, boy, other or undecided in this room, there are some of them I have absolutely no desire to have sex with." Some.
"Good to know. Thanks. Thanks for sharing with everyone." Gabrielle's face might freeze that way, halfway between I am smiling this hard to keep from strangling you and it really looks like I'd chew my way through a log right now, doesn't it? "Actually, sharing with everyone was the plan for the day. Why don't you explain a little of how this is supposed to work, Emmett?"
"I do believe I shall, m'amselle." Emmett clapped his hands together. "Okay! Here's the deal: since so many of us are from different places, times, and..." He eyed Gabrielle. "Planets, it can seem like we don't have much in common besides the fact that we're all here, but we bet it isn't so."
"Soooo, everybody gets to take a turn to stand up and say something about themselves or the place they come from. If what they said is true for you too, speak up, raise your hand, make some connections, and grab yourself a handful of Skittles. Whoever has the most by the time the meeting's over...is gonna have a heck of a sugar crash."
Emmett shrugged, popping a grape one into his mouth. "It's like I Never without the booze and eventual embarrassing morning after."
[OOC: Open! Lateness of the hour to be blamed on traffic raaaage.]