Quinn Morgendorffer

"...A couple hours," says Quinn, checking around the room to make sure all her stuff is packed up, because we all know if she forgets anything, she's not coming back to get it. This place is weird. "There had better be something going on like, the second I get back. I am not spending all that time with my family... Of course I didn't mean anything by it, Sandi. I'm not ordering you around or anything. I would never do that. Oh, look at the time. I have to get going so I can get going so I'll see you soon. Bye!"

As soon as she's hung up with Sandi, she sticks a note to Cordelia on the inside of the door.


Cordelia-

I'm going home. Like woah. Thanks for being cool and I hope they don't break you with all the crazy. I took one of your sweaters but left my cute pink pencil skirt with you because I don't like it anymore and it would look better on you anyway. Something to remember me by.

If you see this Jared guy Parker talked about, though, give him my number. 555-2883.

-Quinn


And Quinn flees. In seven trips. Because the girl doesn't exactly pack light.


[*waves bye bye to my girl*]

Anyone passing by the open door of 219 might hear bits of this conversation.

"It's all weird here this weekend. There's snow and all the town people are in the gym, and... I don't know. They seem kinda... weird. I mean, that's just what I know from the radio, but still. They're all downstairs so I think I'm just gonna hide out here for a while..."

There's a long pause as there's an announcement.

"Huh," Quinn says. "...Oh, no, Sandi, everything's fine. Just... weird. Anyway, tell me about the dance. What was Brooke wearing?"

Quinn's confused.

She woke up late to a message from Xander, and tried to reply. And then since she doesn't know where Cordelia is, she shoots off a message there, too. Just in case.

By the time she gets the call from Janet, she's just dialing back and seeing what happens. And since she's at it, might as well find out what Xander meant, since replaying the message is making her go "OMGWTF". She places a call and hopes the information will wind its way back to her.

When she gets a call from Callisto, Quinn tries to call Cordelia. To warn her, really.

And this call just freaks her the hell out.

Quinn tapes her Slave List to the door of her room to check things off as they get done:

( the list )

Quinn's spent the whole day looking at online prom sites, because this town isn't cool enough to have any decent stores, and she would kill to have a Mall of the Millennium around. She's found stuff for herself even though that guy didn't set her up yet like he said he would, but she keeps looking because it's fun, and because she's already playing dress-up in her head.

(OOC: God damn 'delet'e cookie button thing being right next to 'save'... *thwap*

Anyway, I spent most of today looking at prom dress sites. Anyone who may be still looking for homecoming couteur can reply to this, let Quinn know what you have in mind, and she will try to hook you up.)

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.

"Yes."

"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...)