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Isabelle ([personal profile] itsabelle) wrote in [community profile] supergaybabyjail2015-08-22 04:23 pm

It's time for Round Two!



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Original Meme Post by: [personal profile] foolreversed

feat. wiitney because smash is almost over

(Anonymous) 2015-11-08 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, so, like." Madison rolled her eyes and propped her chin up with her hand. "I get that we have this dumbass therapy meeting program, obviously, and the therapist was all, 'for this session I'm gonna group you up with fellow survivors with similar personality role yada yada boring shit.' What I don't get is how that translated into me hanging around with you morons."

Schuldig kicked his legs up onto the table and leaned back in his conference chair. "Takes one to know one, Firebug Barbie. What, would you rather be doing the Foundation's paperwork?"

"I know a lot of things I'd rather be doing..." Ryuunosuke smirked and leaned against Tsukiyama next to him.

"Save it for later, amore," Tsukiyama said, albeit with a matching conspiratorial smile. "And the presence of the other two, has anyone explained that?"

"You could ask us, you know." Maybeck looked up from a pamphlet that read, in bright yellow font, So You Went Through Another Dimension's Version of Murderschool and Then Our Incompetent Intern Accidentally Brought Your Class Here. "I'm just here because my job is hell."

"You know, that's an insult to the kids from actual hell." Madison shrugged and popped what was probably a mint, nobody wanted to ask.

The pale woman balancing on one foot while reading an identical pamphlet waved with her free hand. "Hello. I have heard that all of you have suffered incidents similar to that in the Smash Camp. Exercise can release endorphins and ease tension. Using the Wuhu Island Resort's extensive exercise library, I have developed a series of trauma-releasing exercises to relieve your stress. Everyone, begin in the resting position."

Tsukiyama tore his eyes away from his murderhusband to blink and stare. "It's like being told about Dave-kun's world again. Is she being serious?"

"According to her classmates, yes." Maybeck facepalmed. "Wiitney, I'm telling you, I get enough exercise walking around my work, much less all the running I have to do saving the world. I don't even rest when I sleep."

Wiitney tilted her head. "I have learned that Miis need an average of eight hours of sleep, often more for the young and/or active. Neglecting that will lead to fatigue."

"Tell that to the gathered villains of fifty-plus family movies," he groaned.

Schuldig hopped out of his chair and ran a hand through his hair with a flourish. "Hey, why not do as the lady says? It'll be more entertaining than sitting on our asses not-so-secretly hating each other, except for the leopard king and mister purple argyle staring lovingly into each other's eyes while not-so-secretly hating the rest of us."

"Super rude," Ryuunosuke said. "I thought we were doing a good job."

"Do we seriously have to do this?" Madison asked. "It's pointless. I'd rather eat a decomposing duck than go to Fitness Hour with a side of murder."

Wiitney stared blankly ahead. "Eating right and exercising are the pillars of good health."

"I'm gonna burn this place to the ground."