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xp_logsAfter texting Doug, which results in this conversation:
(Gianduja is Doug's character, Squirrellock is Dori's character. The rest are made up)
Transcription:
[Gianduja] has logged on.
/who Squirrellock
Squirrellock - 85 gnome warlock [We So Take Candle] - Blackwing Descent
[Gianduja]: o hai u guise wuts goin on?
[Squirrellock]: um... we're getting ready to raid. whats up with u?
[Gianduja]: Some work stuff. Oh, and telling Kyle that you're blowing off
prom to raid.
[Kamora]: Dude, ur blowing off ur PROM?!
[Squirrellock]: not...exactly... wait, ur telling KYLE?!!?!1
[Priggle]: How not exactly? wtf dude, prom > raid night
[Gianduja]: Yeah, something about you getting kidnapped and me making sure
I take screenshots for posterity.
[Gloristina]: this is so epic
[Kamora]: totes. take pics!!!
[Squirrellock]: No, this is the complete opposite of epic!!1 ...oh crud,
that's him at the door, isnt?!! I HATE U.
[Priggle]: lol forever
[Gianduja]: Well, I'm kind of at my place, so any pics will have to be from
Kyle. But I bet he's got that covered. He's cool like that. Yeah, Dor,
he's probably busting open your door right about now. Don't mess with the
dude who does all the dorm repairs.
[Gloristina]: wait, is kyle your boyfriend? ur blowing off prom with
ur boyfriend for raid? wtf.
[Squirrellock]: he's not my bf!!!
[Kamora]: lies! how come u never said u were dating anyone,
squirrel?!
[Squirrellock]: brb baracading (sp?) door.
[Priggle]: dude, do you even own a dress? poidh.
[Gianduja]: I love my life so much right now.
[Kamora]: well, this is better than the wipe we had planned for
2nite. :D
[Squirrellock]: gotta go put on a dress now - yeah I have one - i hate u
all. you all suck so har-da;dfadpow..w2
[Squirrellock]: sorry that was MJ going 4 real now.
[Squirrellock] has gone offline.
[Gianduja]: Not her bf. But she does kinda have a huge crush on him.
Will see about getting pics. Night, guys, have fun.
Kyle goes to make sure Dori actually goes to prom.
Being a chaperone had perks. Kyle got to rock his dark suit, no tie, and no one had made him rent a tux, which was great because the damn things itched like crazy. He'd appointed himself Minister of Fun, already danced some with Yvette and a few of the other girls and even cut a rug with Jean-Phillipe once just to get the guy to loosen up, and about an hour in he'd noticed a distinct lack of Dori.
Investigating outside her room led to the text to Doug, and he waited until the irate squeaks reached a peak before knocking loudly and then yelling "You have ten minutes to come out here in a dress or I'm coming in through the window. Wait. Wait I have keys. You've got ten minutes or I'm opening the door."
Doug's comments in /g hadn't all been a horrible bluff. Why?! She didn't have a date so she hadn't bought a new dress so it would be the dress from last year and there was just enough of the Valley Girl left in her to have a sense of horror at having to show up in last year's dress, "You two are evil!" she said, "I mean that. Really. Evil!"
"I'm evil. Ramsey's easily bribed with pizza." Kyle'd called the order in as soon as he got the text confirming that Doug was actually going to do it. "Seriously, you got ten minutes or you're going to prom in a t-shirt and jeans and if I know you you're in a t-shirt with an orc on it!" He leaned against the wall. "I will carry your ass downstairs and to prom, I'm serious."
"It's a Night El- ohnevermind," she muttered the last more to herself. Fine, she'd go. Even if it was in last year's dress, though tying it up wasn't exactly easy given the state of her finger nails. She hadn't filed them down in awhile and dresses, especially cute prom ones didn't really like fingers like hers. She did manage though, in about five minutes of muffled cursing, or as close to cursing as Dori ever got. The scarf though wasn't as lucky and did tear. When she did open the door, staring down at her own bare feet (she didn't have dress shoes that fit right at the moment) and colored an odd shade of red behind the mass of hair. Monkey Joe, for some reason all his own tearing out of the room and down the hall towards freedom or the coffee machine, she wasn't sure which.
"This work?"
"Hey, you're a girl!" It was a pretty cute dress, all things considered and Kyle was definitely -not- looking at the amount of leg it showed, except that he was. "And with like four minutes to go. Go put your hair in whatever girl hair thing you do." His was tied back neatly, for once, with a plain black ponytail holder - a giant bag of which was about two dollars at Target and Kyle had deemed it sufficiently manly. "There's still like three hours of prom left, and so plenty of time to get your dance on."
Her "girl hair thing" was normally curling it. But it wasn't like she had time for that. These things normally took some amount of preparation after all. And what did that last statement mean? Did it mean he didn't think of her as a girl? That wasn't good either! She blew a clump of brownish-red hair out of her face and trotted off towards the rest room where she felt like slamming her head into the mirror a few times. Too bad real life wasn't like Regular Show and saying her name three times in the dark wouldn't summon some horrible monster to call off prom.
Then again, she thought, maybe it would.
Better not try it, she reasoned forcing a brush through the tangles. In the end it was at least looking combed as she put a couple of barrette type pieces in it to at least keep it out of her face. Too bad she couldn't trust non-filed hands with make up or jewelry, because the not seeing her as a girl thing was very, very bad. On the way out she wanted to break the ipod for the song it started playing.
Her life hated her.
"I'm ready," she said, coming to the open door once more. Now slightly more presentable.
Kyle offered Dori an arm, because that was just what you did when your female friends were being weird. "See, you look totally fine." He used his free hand to pull the leg of his pants up to show his bare feet. "No one's gonna give you crap about shoes either. Come on, I need a dance partner who can totally stick the landings on flippy stuff sides."
"Well, at least that I can do," Doreen said, taking the offered arm and tried to suppress the blushing, "Let's go..." It wasn't a date. She kind of wished it was and was kind of totally grateful it wasn't, which didn't make any sense, but that was the way it was. Now if only she could figure out why he didn't see her as a girl, if that was what that had meant in the first place. Augh!
(Gianduja is Doug's character, Squirrellock is Dori's character. The rest are made up)
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WoW Screenshot Doug logs onto World of Warcraft to see if Dori is on, and let her guildmates know she's skipping prom. |
Transcription:
[Gianduja] has logged on.
/who Squirrellock
Squirrellock - 85 gnome warlock [We So Take Candle] - Blackwing Descent
[Gianduja]: o hai u guise wuts goin on?
[Squirrellock]: um... we're getting ready to raid. whats up with u?
[Gianduja]: Some work stuff. Oh, and telling Kyle that you're blowing off
prom to raid.
[Kamora]: Dude, ur blowing off ur PROM?!
[Squirrellock]: not...exactly... wait, ur telling KYLE?!!?!1
[Priggle]: How not exactly? wtf dude, prom > raid night
[Gianduja]: Yeah, something about you getting kidnapped and me making sure
I take screenshots for posterity.
[Gloristina]: this is so epic
[Kamora]: totes. take pics!!!
[Squirrellock]: No, this is the complete opposite of epic!!1 ...oh crud,
that's him at the door, isnt?!! I HATE U.
[Priggle]: lol forever
[Gianduja]: Well, I'm kind of at my place, so any pics will have to be from
Kyle. But I bet he's got that covered. He's cool like that. Yeah, Dor,
he's probably busting open your door right about now. Don't mess with the
dude who does all the dorm repairs.
[Gloristina]: wait, is kyle your boyfriend? ur blowing off prom with
ur boyfriend for raid? wtf.
[Squirrellock]: he's not my bf!!!
[Kamora]: lies! how come u never said u were dating anyone,
squirrel?!
[Squirrellock]: brb baracading (sp?) door.
[Priggle]: dude, do you even own a dress? poidh.
[Gianduja]: I love my life so much right now.
[Kamora]: well, this is better than the wipe we had planned for
2nite. :D
[Squirrellock]: gotta go put on a dress now - yeah I have one - i hate u
all. you all suck so har-da;dfadpow..w2
[Squirrellock]: sorry that was MJ going 4 real now.
[Squirrellock] has gone offline.
[Gianduja]: Not her bf. But she does kinda have a huge crush on him.
Will see about getting pics. Night, guys, have fun.
Kyle goes to make sure Dori actually goes to prom.
Being a chaperone had perks. Kyle got to rock his dark suit, no tie, and no one had made him rent a tux, which was great because the damn things itched like crazy. He'd appointed himself Minister of Fun, already danced some with Yvette and a few of the other girls and even cut a rug with Jean-Phillipe once just to get the guy to loosen up, and about an hour in he'd noticed a distinct lack of Dori.
Investigating outside her room led to the text to Doug, and he waited until the irate squeaks reached a peak before knocking loudly and then yelling "You have ten minutes to come out here in a dress or I'm coming in through the window. Wait. Wait I have keys. You've got ten minutes or I'm opening the door."
Doug's comments in /g hadn't all been a horrible bluff. Why?! She didn't have a date so she hadn't bought a new dress so it would be the dress from last year and there was just enough of the Valley Girl left in her to have a sense of horror at having to show up in last year's dress, "You two are evil!" she said, "I mean that. Really. Evil!"
"I'm evil. Ramsey's easily bribed with pizza." Kyle'd called the order in as soon as he got the text confirming that Doug was actually going to do it. "Seriously, you got ten minutes or you're going to prom in a t-shirt and jeans and if I know you you're in a t-shirt with an orc on it!" He leaned against the wall. "I will carry your ass downstairs and to prom, I'm serious."
"It's a Night El- ohnevermind," she muttered the last more to herself. Fine, she'd go. Even if it was in last year's dress, though tying it up wasn't exactly easy given the state of her finger nails. She hadn't filed them down in awhile and dresses, especially cute prom ones didn't really like fingers like hers. She did manage though, in about five minutes of muffled cursing, or as close to cursing as Dori ever got. The scarf though wasn't as lucky and did tear. When she did open the door, staring down at her own bare feet (she didn't have dress shoes that fit right at the moment) and colored an odd shade of red behind the mass of hair. Monkey Joe, for some reason all his own tearing out of the room and down the hall towards freedom or the coffee machine, she wasn't sure which.
"This work?"
"Hey, you're a girl!" It was a pretty cute dress, all things considered and Kyle was definitely -not- looking at the amount of leg it showed, except that he was. "And with like four minutes to go. Go put your hair in whatever girl hair thing you do." His was tied back neatly, for once, with a plain black ponytail holder - a giant bag of which was about two dollars at Target and Kyle had deemed it sufficiently manly. "There's still like three hours of prom left, and so plenty of time to get your dance on."
Her "girl hair thing" was normally curling it. But it wasn't like she had time for that. These things normally took some amount of preparation after all. And what did that last statement mean? Did it mean he didn't think of her as a girl? That wasn't good either! She blew a clump of brownish-red hair out of her face and trotted off towards the rest room where she felt like slamming her head into the mirror a few times. Too bad real life wasn't like Regular Show and saying her name three times in the dark wouldn't summon some horrible monster to call off prom.
Then again, she thought, maybe it would.
Better not try it, she reasoned forcing a brush through the tangles. In the end it was at least looking combed as she put a couple of barrette type pieces in it to at least keep it out of her face. Too bad she couldn't trust non-filed hands with make up or jewelry, because the not seeing her as a girl thing was very, very bad. On the way out she wanted to break the ipod for the song it started playing.
Her life hated her.
"I'm ready," she said, coming to the open door once more. Now slightly more presentable.
Kyle offered Dori an arm, because that was just what you did when your female friends were being weird. "See, you look totally fine." He used his free hand to pull the leg of his pants up to show his bare feet. "No one's gonna give you crap about shoes either. Come on, I need a dance partner who can totally stick the landings on flippy stuff sides."
"Well, at least that I can do," Doreen said, taking the offered arm and tried to suppress the blushing, "Let's go..." It wasn't a date. She kind of wished it was and was kind of totally grateful it wasn't, which didn't make any sense, but that was the way it was. Now if only she could figure out why he didn't see her as a girl, if that was what that had meant in the first place. Augh!
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