McKinley High - Glee RPG

From: santana.lopez@wmhs.edu
To: quinn.fabray@wmhs.edu, arthur.abrams@wmhs.edu, ethan.holmes@wmhs.edu, brittany.pierce@wmhs.edu, elizabeth.clabots@wmhs.edu, matthew.rutherford@wmhs.edu

my house tonight?

Who: Matt & Santana
Where: their homes
When: saturday afternoon
What: texting!

Well, its over.

From: matthew.rutherford@wmhs.edu
To: quinn.fabray@wmhs.edu, santana.lopez@wmhs.edu
Re: God

yo dudes, i am like experiencing super jewish overload at home right now for obvious reasons - mom is even like not letting dad put the xmas tree up until hanukkah is over and everything - so i am going to come to church with you guys tomorrow to balance it all out. but i need a good cover story.

a) help?
b) want to grab lunch after?

-matty

Who: Matt, Mike, Brittany, Santana, Kurt (Matt & Mike, Matt & Brittany, Brittany & Santana, Santana & Matt, Matt & Kurt)
Where: their respective homes/online/on IM
When: Monday evening
What: Everyone talks about their (oddly interrelated?) problems, basically, which seem to be: Santana and Ethan's angst, Kurt and Karofsky angst, Mike/Tina/Brittany angst, and calculus.
Rating: SFW (some language & drug references)

( MATT AND MIKE - am i overreacting? )


( BRITTANY AND SANTANA - im painting my nails. pink! like the inside of a seashell. its a metaphor )


( MATT AND SANTANA - omg i'm such a girl, hang on, let me change my tampon )


( MATT AND BRITTANY - btw mike wants to borrow your cheerios uniform )


( MATT AND KURT - you're transferring????? )

From: matthew.rutherford@wmhs.edu
To: santana.lopez@wmhs.edu

s,

so my parents are out of town friday-monday next weekend for some kind of baroque music festival or whatever in connecticut. so i was thinking: cheerios/football mixer #1? you know you're great at planning these things so i am emailing you for input and assistance.

-matty

Who: Matt and Santana
Where: Lima Bowling Alley... or whatever
What: Two bros going bowling
When: Monday night, Sept. 20
Rating: I'm sure there will just be a warning for language

One game and one stolen pitcher of beer later (Santana was kind of concerned that there was like, a date rape drug in the abandoned pitcher because seriously, who would just leave beer?!) Santana and Matt were taking a break in between frames. "So remind me where you're applying to again?" she asked him, lazily leaning back in her chair and running her fingertips along the rim of her plastic cup.