Gooseberry High

Thanksgiving = awesome food. Next up, Hanukkah! Which lands on Christmas Eve this year. That amuses me.

[Midsummer Cast]

I'm totally up for running lines with anyone who wants to start.

Also, we should totally start planning the cast party asap.

( SENIOR MONTHLY BONDING ACTIVITY )

K so I love Gooseberry Thanksgiving VERY MUCH. But there is something lost in the fact that I can't go to a store at midnight and get into a fight with a soccer mom for a like, a microwave.
This is what I understand Black Friday to be and tbh I don't care about shopping but I feel like I'd be rly good at it?

SOMEDAY.
Anyway to recreate this experience I'm totes hoarding sandwiches at lunch and selling them back for leftover pie.

Yes, there was a very large snake on the trail from Ebonhide this morning.

Yes, I got it to move along when some freshmen brought it to my attention.

Hope you all enjoyed the show.

But I'd like to remind you all that you're wizards and that I'm a prefect, not the goddamn exterminator or the goddamn snake whisperer. Well, I am, but Next time, levitate it or stun it or blast the shit out of it. Do whatever you want to do and leave me out of it. I've got better things to do.

I want to express why what happened today was not okay.

If you've known me for any length of time, you know how much I hate talking about life back home. Being the Minister's daughter is awkward and a lot of pressure, and I came here to escape a lot of that. But I'm going to talk about it now. Mark it on your calendars.

When I was born, in 1996, Great Britain was being terrorized by a dark wizard known as V Vold whose name some of us still can't bring ourselves to say because of what he did. My dad wasn't the Minister back then. He was an auror who helped to protect the world from that dark wizard and his sycophants. Before I was even two years old, my dad's life was on the line because he spoke that dark wizard's name. He spent a long time after that running from people who would kill him for simply standing up for others, for protecting people, and until the day after my second birthday, we didn't know if he was alive or dead or if he'd ever come home.

I don't remember a lot about life back then, but I remember being afraid, all. the. time. I remember nightmares that still come, nothing that I could describe, nothing tangible, just terror and loss and heartbreak. It's gotten easier since You-Know-Who was defeated, but there's always that fear that someone--maybe one of his sycophants, maybe just some lunatic--will take aim at my dad or me or my mum or my sister, that he'll be taken or we'll be taken, and it won't be a game with a foregone happy ending. It'll be real and horrific.

My dad's in a pretty powerful position, but people in MACUSA and magical governments across the world risk their lives like this every day. It's not fun. It's not a game. Their families often don't know if or when they're coming home. To see that used as the scenario for a senior bonding activity diminished the real terror of those experiences, the real danger that those who work for magical governments put themselves in to keep the rest of us safe.

I understand the purpose of the exercise, and I think with a different set-up, I would have enjoyed it immensely. As it stands, however, I can't shake the feeling that my life has just been used for a variation on Capture the Flag, and that hu I am upset by that is wr that hurts.

The following letter is sent to Lorenzo Ramirez, Rafael's father, following monthly bonding and a conversation with Ms. Lilywhite. It's entirely in Spanish, naturally.

( I've been thinking about the last time we discussed what I was going to do after I graduated. )

It must really suck for someone to have to deal with people making some fun out of bits of your life. Doesn't it? Welcome to my shit, you whiny bitches

I did not enjoy that task.

It was really horrible. What were they THINKING

Inspired by seeing the unexpected wild side that the Senior Bonding activity brought out in some of their peers, Christopher Park and Quinn Cunningham decide to spectate Saturday's LARP session. What are their classmates like when they try to be somebody else? — Inquiring minds want to know.

They apply a drying charm to a small space on the sidelines of the designated area and put down an old blanket. They munch on chocolate and microwave popcorn while they watch the activity, making up the dialogue themselves whenever the players are too far away to tell what they're saying.

Chris insists that he wants to join LARP and is trying to get Quinn to join with him; Quinn insists that they're just there to watch and support. Any snickers from Chris are met with light smacks from Quinn and mutters of 'don't ruin a good thing, dumbass.'

Overall, they're both cheerful about it (you know, as 'cheerful' as Chris can be) and they promise to behave.


[Here is the smallest IC/OOC ever. Yeah! Ravi and Rafael have already laid down some ground rules for Chris and Quinn. Also, it's midnight in 19 minutes and I have no idea when I'm getting to the game tmrw so I'm posting now. 19 minutes early. Watch me rebel!]