Kappa Kappa Gremlin, The Park - Monday After Classes

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Today, the members of the fraternity had been told to meet in the park, where they'd see a lineup of brightly-colored go-karts just waiting to be claimed by a dozen crazy frat-boys who might just be in need of some serious stupidity after a weekend of dealing with parents and assorted others.

Or, at least, that was the logic of the two leaders of the frat, who had also been fortunate enough to survive the weekend.

"Hey, guys," Warren said, smiling (a bit twitchily, all weekend-surviving aside) at the group, a helmet tucked under one arm. "Today, we figured we could use a bit of action and reckless abandon, so we arranged for some go-kart racing. We've roped off a portion of the park so that you don't have to worry about driving into any unsuspecting pedestrians, and there are helmets, because we're all teenage guys and we know you're going to drive like idiots and probably try to take these things downhill or something, right?"

Look, it's what Warren would do. He wasn't going to judge.

“And we’re not allowed to tweak the cars,” Tony added sulkily. He could have made them so much better if given just five minutes at the engines. “When you’re not racing, let us know if you have any ideas for future meetings that don’t involve more pizza.”

That was always a given.

“So, have fun.”

The Gig -- Monday Afternoon

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Angelica couldn't believe how nice Sookie had been about the whole "I'm sorry I slept with your boyfriend when we both thought we were someone else." And while she was sad Emma hadn't made it, she was glad Randall had come to visit. She miiiiight have left out a few things about changing into a boy or a pony or getting infected by some weird plague because he probably would've taken her home right then and there. It was, after all, his job to protect her, and he was displeased enough that he was still in Massachusetts at the Academy while she was here.

She was nervous about how Emma would feel about her being open about being a mutant in Fandom. And maybe just a little bit worried that she'd send somebody like Empath or Roulette to Fandom as well, which would suck.

Not much she could do about it now, so she just focused instead on taking Smudge for a good run.

Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

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Jack hadn't had anyone visiting (or at least, he hadn't recognized anyone, and now he felt kind of bad wondering if maybe he had missed the eunuch or Mr. Gibbs if he'd taken a bath...)

He was behind the bar trying to alphabetize the various kinds of rum, humming along with the various accordion-music versions of pop hits that the DJ (who would probably be dead by morning...) was playing.