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[After a week of mind-numbing lectures and independent study (or, for certain people, kicking-back in the library with feet up on the desk and complaining at length about how much independent study sucks whilst not actually doing any), it's finally the weekend.

Clarissa and Gold's Saturday afternoon is being spent trawling the town, scouring through every charity shop, second-hand shop, or garage sale they can find. Clarissa lags behind, dragging her feet along the pavement. This isn't her ideal choice of how to spend her precious free time, looking for icky second-hand clothes and other worn-out crap. She'd rather just steal whatever she needs, but she's guessing Mr. Hero over there probably wouldn't put up with such heinous acts of law-breaking. But necessities have to come from somewhere, and seeing as there's barely enough money to scrape together for food right now, full-price shops are not an option. The last week or so has been spent surviving almost entirely on instant noodles, and Clarissa could kill for a steak right now.]


This is stupid, I hate all these scuzzy shops! I'm hungry, let's just quit looking around and go already.

[/MOAN BITCH WHINE]
bandagedbandit: Menacing scowl (It's not my fault that you're an idiot)
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[...AKA the "The-Mundane-Is-Bored-Out-Of-Her-Mind-So-Come-Bug-Clarissa" post.

Said Rocket admin is shirking her duties yet again, though at least she does have a valid reason for not being at base this time, that reason being the recently broken foot which she has rested upon a huge heap of cushions. ...but like hell would she willingly admit to having broken it tripping down a measly flight of three steps, so an unexplained absence it is anyway, even if she knows it's only a matter of time before a superior phones to bitch at her and demand to know why she's not at her desk and does she want a month of being busted down to Grunt work?

In the mean time, she's holed up in her apartment, sofa-bound and only half-watching a crappy sci-fi film of particularly potent quality on the tv, toying with Clefairy's ears as the pokemon slumbers on her mistress' stomach. Obviously this calls for someone to come and disturb her with a phone call or a knock at the door, right? Right! Who knows, maybe she wont turn uninvited guests away today you're only coming in if you bring cake.]

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