Quinn Fabray

Quinn decided Saturday afternoon that she couldn't go home for Thanksgiving. For one, there was the co-president thing; even if Annie would be around, it felt a little like the captain abandoning her ship with the iceberg straight ahead.

For another, Portalocity was being unusually impossible to deal with. The best their haggard-sounding customer service rep could offer Quinn was $350 each one way for a trip that included spending all of Tuesday on a layover in 1349 Denmark. Quinn was fairly certain this meant they'd run into either the black plague or meta Hamlet, and she didn't need Puck to get in trouble for dropping the Prince of Danes down an outhouse.

( In which Quinn has a few disconcerting conversations. )

The conversation didn't really recover from that one. And now Quinn would be searching her room, trying to find any proof that she wasn't hallucinating having had a sister. A photo, a card, anything.

[OOC: Post/door open! Also, I pulled the name Frannie from a fan wiki, and reserve the right to change that if the character shows up and the show uses another name.]

Quinn had been on a series of increasingly frustrating minor errands all day, and -- after a quick stop to check in with Rilla -- she dropped by her room for just long enough to send an email to the sorority girls.

To: sorority-list;
From: quinn.fabray@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Today's Meeting

Today's meeting is cancelled due to a personal scheduling conflict. See you next Monday at the Sorority-Fraternity-Pride Halloween mixer!

Your Sister,

Quinn

P.S. If you see somebody who doesn't understand email yet, please pass this message along. Thanks.

And then she was back out the door to resume her quest for the perfect costume and something that would get the last of the glitter from the weekend out of her hair.

[OOC: Establishy due to day of suck.]

Quinn was not, generally speaking, an early to bed type. But she hadn't had anything in particular to do all weekend, and sometimes her bed was just a really nice place to be.

This may have been a mistake. While she was innocently asleep, a small, rarely sighted marsupial crept into her room, and -- spotting the cotton candy-like fluff sprawled across Quinn's pillow -- snuffled deeply at her hair.

By the time the wallaby hopped away, the pink was gone from Quinn's hair as dark blonde locks flowed past her shoulders again. But Quinn dozed on, oblivious to the animal's work for at least a few hours more.

Fandom's hair-growing wallaby had struck again.

[OOC: Establishy. Hair-growing wallaby cheerfully stolen from auroryborealis, nyeh.]