Deena Markowitz is ready to party like it’s 1999. (meaning, 5-yr-old naptime.)
(Continue.)
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Updates
Chelsea Haupenstaat is trying to think big thoughts. but she is sleeeeeepy.
Deena Markowitz is ready to party like it’s 1999. (meaning, 5-yr-old naptime.)
Deena Markowitz is ready to party like it’s 1999. (meaning, 5-yr-old naptime.)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Updates
Deena Markowitz is excited that the week is finally over! Fun time!
Brooklyn Haupenstaat has the movies and the junk food and is ready for a great girl night.
Chelsea Haupenstaat is gonna rock this sleepover.
Brooklyn Haupenstaat has the movies and the junk food and is ready for a great girl night.
Chelsea Haupenstaat is gonna rock this sleepover.
(View the aftermath.)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Status updates
Brooklyn Haupenstaat has just as much to do now as last week. But – forget it! I’m going to the theatre building to play with feathers.
Deena Markowitz feels like a giant load’s been taken off her shoulders, literally, figuratively, in every possible way.
Chelsea Haupenstaat has taken on the world and feels up to doing it again. o, and she’s not dating DM. give it a rest, guys. we’re just friends. and i want my spot back at the lunch table.
Brooklyn Haupenstaat is going to jaywalk around campus this afternoon, and see if anyone cares.
Ira Blatt will be busy until 8, but give me a call if you want to hang out after that.
Deena Markowitz feels like a giant load’s been taken off her shoulders, literally, figuratively, in every possible way.
Chelsea Haupenstaat has taken on the world and feels up to doing it again. o, and she’s not dating DM. give it a rest, guys. we’re just friends. and i want my spot back at the lunch table.
Brooklyn Haupenstaat is going to jaywalk around campus this afternoon, and see if anyone cares.
Ira Blatt will be busy until 8, but give me a call if you want to hang out after that.
(The End.)
Monday, October 12, 2009
Text messages
Sender: Darcy
Brook, come to office immediately. Emergency. Don’t ask questions, just get here now.
Brook, come to office immediately. Emergency. Don’t ask questions, just get here now.
(Continue to Ira's email.)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Text messages
Sender: Brook
hey chels, you planning on coming home from your sleepover any time today?
Sent on 10 Oct, 4:12 pm.
Sender: Brook
Srsly, where are you? call me call me.
Sent on 10 Oct, 6:57 pm.
Sender: Brook
if u dont call by 8 im calling deena’s rents.
Sent on 10 Oct, 7:31 pm.
hey chels, you planning on coming home from your sleepover any time today?
Sent on 10 Oct, 4:12 pm.
Sender: Brook
Srsly, where are you? call me call me.
Sent on 10 Oct, 6:57 pm.
Sender: Brook
if u dont call by 8 im calling deena’s rents.
Sent on 10 Oct, 7:31 pm.
(Continue to Brook's rant.)
Friday, October 9, 2009
Status updates
Deena Markowitz is never, ever going to get her beauty sleep at this rate.
Brooklyn Haupenstaat is looking forward to a romantic evening with music, candles, some smelly bath products and a good book. Yay Friday night home alone!
Ira Blatt can’t believe he has to work a double shift. Can’t the U get its scheduling straight?
Chelsea Haupenstaat hopes tonight goes the way its supposed to….
Brooklyn Haupenstaat is looking forward to a romantic evening with music, candles, some smelly bath products and a good book. Yay Friday night home alone!
Ira Blatt can’t believe he has to work a double shift. Can’t the U get its scheduling straight?
Chelsea Haupenstaat hopes tonight goes the way its supposed to….
(Continue to text messages.)
Monday, October 5, 2009
Coldstone
Brook accepted her change from the cashier and picked up her ice cream. She stepped back so the next person could pay, and then she gave herself a second to enjoy the first bite. The gooey, fudgy, banana-and-nutty mixture made her smile, just a little, and helped her pretend that she wasn’t having a terrible, stressful week.
The cold against her tongue woke her up a little, too. She had been so tired lately, and all the extra work this week at ReginaPro on top of classes was coming close to pushing her over the edge. The ice cream was exactly what she needed. Smiling evilly, Brook dropped a dollar in the tip jar. It made the servers start singing, loud and annoying. Brook ducked out the door so she wouldn’t have to listen.
Two storefronts and three bites later, Brook turned around the corner of the block and stopped. Super. She felt a tiny surge of panic trying to rise, but she didn’t let it. Softstone was standing barely ten feet away. He was leaning against a brick wall, surrounded by three high-pitched, giggling girls. All three of them wore skirts too short for this time of autumn, and they all looked like freshmen. Figured.
Brook rolled her eyes and kept walking. From behind her she heard Softstone saying quick goodbyes to the girls. Brook picked up her pace, but even so it was only a few seconds before he was walking beside her.
“Well-met in moonlight, proud Titania,” he said, trying to sound conversational. “How’s it going?”
There was clearly no graceful way to get out of talking to the guy. Brook sighed. “It’s ‘ill-met by moonlight,’ Softstone. Oberon is in the middle of a fight with Titania when he says it, and they’re still arguing.”
Softstone shrugged. “Shakespeare was never my strong point. But I’ll keep that in mind. So, how are you doing? That looks good. What flavor is it?”
“It’s delicious.” Brook demonstrated the deliciousness of her ice cream by taking a bite. “Fudge and banana.” Then she cocked her head at him. “Do you spend a lot of your time hanging out in front of the Coldstone Creamery? Softstone at Coldstone—you could advertize for them.”
Softstone laughed. “I wish. An ad contract for a place like that, and my student loans would be history. I was just supervising a money transfer into the armored vehicle for a store down the street. It’s something that the local businesses have asked us to help with when we have the time.”
Brook had stopped walking to talk with Softstone, but now she started moving again. The supe followed alongside her. Brook resisted the urge to glare.
“And you have time to work extra security? You don’t have anything better to do, like track down the rogue supers who attacked ReginaPro?”
“I would rather do that instead,” Softstone said. “All of us would. If it really was rogues and not freak lightning, it’s a huge issue. But we’ve gone as far as we’re allowed to legally, and ReginaPro’s given us almost no access—so we can’t do any more investigation. It’s frustrating, Titania. But we’re all doing our best to keep a lookout for other similar activity.”
The way he kept calling her Titania was really starting to grate on her nerves, and Brook knew it was just a ploy to get her to tell him her real name. There was absolutely no way she was going to do that. Brook turned a corner and continued walking down a side street. She had been heading toward her parked car originally, but now that Softstone was following her she didn’t want him to see her license number.
It was also annoying that he was telling her things she knew weren’t true. “I’m sure ReginaPro is giving you all the cooperation they think is necessary,” Brook said sternly. “They’re really upset by this whole thing—from what I hear.”
“It may be as much as they think is necessary, I don’t know, but it’s not enough,” Softstone said. He did sound frustrated. “All of us think they’re afraid that we’ll steal their proprietary ad secrets and make our own version of, ‘If cookies ruled the world.’ Who knows. We’ve done all we can by them. Hey, that ice cream looks really good. Can I have some?”
“I’m sure you can.” Brook took another big bite. “Just tell the store that you named yourself after them—they should give you a free bowl.”
Softstone laughed. “You’re a cruel woman, Titania.”
“I’m not taking any chances with super-germs. But the ice cream is great.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, then. Have a good night.”
“You too,” Brook said, doing her best to look perky, instead of relieved that he was leaving.
Softstone nodded his head to her and turned away, to walk briskly back along the path they had taken.
After Softstone left, Brook took a second to check out his butt. The gossip columnist was right; it looked good.
As soon as she had finished her look, Brook leaned against the nearest wall and continued eating her ice cream. She would go back to her car as soon as she was sure that Softstone wasn’t anywhere nearby.
She definitely wasn’t going to blog about this encounter. Kati and Ira would give her a hard time, and it just wasn’t worth it. Not with everything else she had to do.
The cold against her tongue woke her up a little, too. She had been so tired lately, and all the extra work this week at ReginaPro on top of classes was coming close to pushing her over the edge. The ice cream was exactly what she needed. Smiling evilly, Brook dropped a dollar in the tip jar. It made the servers start singing, loud and annoying. Brook ducked out the door so she wouldn’t have to listen.
Two storefronts and three bites later, Brook turned around the corner of the block and stopped. Super. She felt a tiny surge of panic trying to rise, but she didn’t let it. Softstone was standing barely ten feet away. He was leaning against a brick wall, surrounded by three high-pitched, giggling girls. All three of them wore skirts too short for this time of autumn, and they all looked like freshmen. Figured.
Brook rolled her eyes and kept walking. From behind her she heard Softstone saying quick goodbyes to the girls. Brook picked up her pace, but even so it was only a few seconds before he was walking beside her.
“Well-met in moonlight, proud Titania,” he said, trying to sound conversational. “How’s it going?”
There was clearly no graceful way to get out of talking to the guy. Brook sighed. “It’s ‘ill-met by moonlight,’ Softstone. Oberon is in the middle of a fight with Titania when he says it, and they’re still arguing.”
Softstone shrugged. “Shakespeare was never my strong point. But I’ll keep that in mind. So, how are you doing? That looks good. What flavor is it?”
“It’s delicious.” Brook demonstrated the deliciousness of her ice cream by taking a bite. “Fudge and banana.” Then she cocked her head at him. “Do you spend a lot of your time hanging out in front of the Coldstone Creamery? Softstone at Coldstone—you could advertize for them.”
Softstone laughed. “I wish. An ad contract for a place like that, and my student loans would be history. I was just supervising a money transfer into the armored vehicle for a store down the street. It’s something that the local businesses have asked us to help with when we have the time.”
Brook had stopped walking to talk with Softstone, but now she started moving again. The supe followed alongside her. Brook resisted the urge to glare.
“And you have time to work extra security? You don’t have anything better to do, like track down the rogue supers who attacked ReginaPro?”
“I would rather do that instead,” Softstone said. “All of us would. If it really was rogues and not freak lightning, it’s a huge issue. But we’ve gone as far as we’re allowed to legally, and ReginaPro’s given us almost no access—so we can’t do any more investigation. It’s frustrating, Titania. But we’re all doing our best to keep a lookout for other similar activity.”
The way he kept calling her Titania was really starting to grate on her nerves, and Brook knew it was just a ploy to get her to tell him her real name. There was absolutely no way she was going to do that. Brook turned a corner and continued walking down a side street. She had been heading toward her parked car originally, but now that Softstone was following her she didn’t want him to see her license number.
It was also annoying that he was telling her things she knew weren’t true. “I’m sure ReginaPro is giving you all the cooperation they think is necessary,” Brook said sternly. “They’re really upset by this whole thing—from what I hear.”
“It may be as much as they think is necessary, I don’t know, but it’s not enough,” Softstone said. He did sound frustrated. “All of us think they’re afraid that we’ll steal their proprietary ad secrets and make our own version of, ‘If cookies ruled the world.’ Who knows. We’ve done all we can by them. Hey, that ice cream looks really good. Can I have some?”
“I’m sure you can.” Brook took another big bite. “Just tell the store that you named yourself after them—they should give you a free bowl.”
Softstone laughed. “You’re a cruel woman, Titania.”
“I’m not taking any chances with super-germs. But the ice cream is great.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, then. Have a good night.”
“You too,” Brook said, doing her best to look perky, instead of relieved that he was leaving.
Softstone nodded his head to her and turned away, to walk briskly back along the path they had taken.
After Softstone left, Brook took a second to check out his butt. The gossip columnist was right; it looked good.
As soon as she had finished her look, Brook leaned against the nearest wall and continued eating her ice cream. She would go back to her car as soon as she was sure that Softstone wasn’t anywhere nearby.
She definitely wasn’t going to blog about this encounter. Kati and Ira would give her a hard time, and it just wasn’t worth it. Not with everything else she had to do.
(Continue to Ira's outbox.)
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Status updates
Chelsea Haupenstaat isn’t going to be in school for the next few days. tiiiirrrrrreeeeedddddd.
Ira Blatt doesn’t like the way this story is developing.
Deena Markowitz is feeling sick. That’s what I get for dating someone with the flu ;-).
Brooklyn Haupenstaat sees a lot of overtime @ RP in her future.
(Continue to a narrated story.)
Ira Blatt doesn’t like the way this story is developing.
Deena Markowitz is feeling sick. That’s what I get for dating someone with the flu ;-).
Brooklyn Haupenstaat sees a lot of overtime @ RP in her future.
(Continue to a narrated story.)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Text messages
Sender: KT
cant get out of dorm cuz tornado warning. start w/o me sorry.
Sender: Chelsea
b, i have a fever 104! come home now!
Sender: Brook
im on my way!
Sender: Darcy
B, come back office asap. Emergency!
Sender: Brook
omg C, call an ambulance. i cant come now.
Sender: Brook
on my way. 15 mns. can i bring anything?
Sender: Ira
any1 see that lightning downtown?
Sender: Brook
from closer than you did, i bet
Sender: Chelsea
its not bad enough 4 that, but I NEED U.
Sender: Darcy
Police/firemen on their way. Find me outside if we’re still evacuated.
Sender: Brook
WHAT?? RU ok?
Sender: Brook
im so, so sorry cant come. will explain. call deena?
(Continue to Darcy's email.)
cant get out of dorm cuz tornado warning. start w/o me sorry.
Sender: Chelsea
b, i have a fever 104! come home now!
Sender: Brook
im on my way!
Sender: Darcy
B, come back office asap. Emergency!
Sender: Brook
omg C, call an ambulance. i cant come now.
Sender: Brook
on my way. 15 mns. can i bring anything?
Sender: Ira
any1 see that lightning downtown?
Sender: Brook
from closer than you did, i bet
Sender: Chelsea
its not bad enough 4 that, but I NEED U.
Sender: Darcy
Police/firemen on their way. Find me outside if we’re still evacuated.
Sender: Brook
WHAT?? RU ok?
Sender: Brook
im so, so sorry cant come. will explain. call deena?
(Continue to Darcy's email.)
Status updates
Deena Markowitz hopes all this hard work is about to start paying off.
Brooklyn Haupenstaat is feeling under the weather. Seems like a good day for it.
Ira Blatt forgot his umbrella today :-(.
Chelsea Haupenstaat is like a duck in the rain. quack quack!
(Continue to the text messages.)
Brooklyn Haupenstaat is feeling under the weather. Seems like a good day for it.
Ira Blatt forgot his umbrella today :-(.
Chelsea Haupenstaat is like a duck in the rain. quack quack!
(Continue to the text messages.)
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