catch-all: margaret.

[messy]

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week one, monday.

[messy]

[we are in (throws dart) the food court, where harley is open mouthed staring at all the fast food...

and then she implodes. just a little bit.]

—We had a food court this whole time?!

[bossbabygirl]

[she's getting herself like. a fancy $14 lunch salad.]

Seems so. So what was the point of making us go to the mess hall...

[messy]

[so fancy... harley's about to cartwheel her ass to the nearest burger joint.]

Cruel and usual torture?

[bossbabygirl]

I'm so relieved to get some actual food.

[it's a salad. go get your burger girl.]

[messy]

God, same. Especially since kitchen access is now even more restricted. I know you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, blah blah blah, but goddammit Scien.

[okay, well, she is literally cartwheeling to the nearest burger joint.]