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revengenotebook) wrote2019-04-11 02:34 pm
revengenotebook) wrote2019-04-11 02:34 pm
Room 420, Thursday afternoon
Paris knew part of why she was antsy (and thank you ever so much for that, useless island), but she was blaming the other part on the missing letter from her pile of college acceptances. She'd gotten into Yale, Bryn Mawr, and Williams, but the one she really wanted was still not here.
Where was Harvard?
She looked up at her vision board, with all of the application sections had been carefully checked off and blew out a breath.
"Probably stuck in the interdimensional nexus mail or something," she muttered to herself. "It'll be here."
She propped the door open and flopped herself down on her bed with a bit of light reading--Michelle Obama's autobiography. People in her timeline were going to think she was a political savant, knowing who was going to get elected next.
[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]
Where was Harvard?
She looked up at her vision board, with all of the application sections had been carefully checked off and blew out a breath.
"Probably stuck in the interdimensional nexus mail or something," she muttered to herself. "It'll be here."
She propped the door open and flopped herself down on her bed with a bit of light reading--Michelle Obama's autobiography. People in her timeline were going to think she was a political savant, knowing who was going to get elected next.
[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]
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Not that she'd mention that to Louise, who had been telling Paris to get laid for years.
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Forbidden fruit and all that.
"Better than Sabine?" he asked, eyes completely glazed.
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And a better kisser than Sabine.