Room 229, Friday Afternoon

[arsenicmauls]

Gert hadn't been feeling super cheerful the past few days. Even though she was pretty firmly agnostic, and even though she thought Thanksgiving was a stupid, unjust holiday that celebrated horrible crimes and had no business being marketed as some kind of celebration of friendship, the looming approach of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving on her iCal was making her feel... not homesick exactly, but maybe a little nostalgic. Which was stupid, because now that she knew that her parents had been freaking supervillains for her entire life, she knew that she hadn't exactly had a perfect childhood worth being nostalgic for. But nonetheless, she couldn't help feeling a little bummed out about not having latkes and presents to look forward to this year.

Still, she did have a dinosaur to curl up with, so she guessed it wasn't all bad. At least that was what she was internally chiding herself as she scooted over on the bed to make more room for Old Lace.

This was going to break the bed one of these days and it was going to be fantastically awkward to explain to the school administration, she knew that much.

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[justbeingbay]

"Knock, knock," Bay said from the doorframe. "So guess who gets to help with a Christian bachelorette party over Thanksgiving?"

She wasn't sure there even was such a thing, but her mom and Daphne both seemed to think that there was. And for some reason, Bay had to go along. But she wasn't complaining too hard; even if the wedding was Toby's worst idea ever -- which Bay kind of thought it was, though the gambling thing was up there -- she was about ready for a couple days at home.