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From room 219, a piercing shriek of "Oh, NOOOOOOOO!" is heard.

Inside, Quinn is tearing up her side of the room, in a panic. After not finding whatever it is she's looking for, she picks up her cell phone and dials. "Helen Morgendorffer," a voice answers.

"I can't find my pink suitcase," Quinn says.

"Did you check under your bed?" Helen asks.


"Did you check your closet?"

"Mo-ooooom, you're not listening!" Quinn says. "I have a date tonight and all my date clothes are in my pink suitcase!"

"You have plenty of clothes," Helen tells her, and adds, "I should know, I'm still paying for most of them."

"But they aren't date clothes," Quinn insists. "I can't just wear regular clothes on a date."

"Why not?"

"Because the fabric of space and time will fall apart! White is black, up is down, you get the picture. You can have Daria drive it over to me, she has no life."

"I'm not making Daria drive your clothes to you. Or your father," says Helen before Quinn can suggest it. "You're just going to have to do some problem-solving and find a suitable alternative."

Quinn sighs heavily. "Fine," she says. "I guess I'll just have to reschedule."

(OOC: So Quinn has a date but RL beckons...)


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