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[righthandgirl]

( This is a little outside her comfort zone; the whole initiating friendships thing. She needs to do it, though. So far, she's really only gone out Laurel as far as making friends with women goes. A girl cannot survive on male friendship alone. )

I need some girl time and I do not have My Girls here. So I need My Cadelle Girls. I'm not going to say I'm holding auditions because that's lame and reminds me too much of work back home, but...I am recruiting. Let's put it that way.

To the first female who can tell me where the nearest/best spa is, I will personally pay for you to join me there for a couple of hours.

To the first female who calls dibs on coming with me to Glazed and Deja Brew for some sugary happiness, my treat.

And to the first female who might be into having a little more risque shopping trip, I'm buying if you'll go with me to Good Vibrations.

( And then she'll officially be broke as fuck, but she's actively looking for a job that she can stand, too, so she's hopeful that this setback will be Worth It since she'll be back on her feet in no time. )

And so as not to be exclusionary, any and all males are invited to take me up on any of those offers for company, but I'm not made of money here, so you're buying your own :P

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[prosecutorial]

Dibs!

[Guess who never says no to doughnuts: this girl.]

Just let me know when.

[righthandgirl]

Whenever is good for you is good for me!

( It's good to know that Laurel wants to be friends, because Jo had sort of gotten the feeling that she might and is relieved to know she'd been right. She likes Laurel. )

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[amarillos]

[one of these things on her list is definitely not a thing that she wants to go with someone who she's never met before. or maybe probably at all. at least not without some serious encouragement. case in point: pantsless party.

but a spa day sounds reasonably harmless, and trini just so happens to have actually stumbled into a promising location one day while searching for a thrift shop to add to her collection of vintage t shirts.]

you're gonna laugh because it's got the most original name ever: the spa.

no really. it's called the spa.
it's like someone left their creative hat at home that day.

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[recoined]

i'm pretty sure it doesn't count as a good deed if i let you pay, but i'll give you a lift if you want to skip the trolleys :)
when did you want to go?

( plus... she'd feel kinda weird letting this girl buy her sex toys. or explaining where she got it. )

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[righthandgirl]

Shut up, really? That's amazing. There's something to be said for simplicity, no?

( She can't help grinning a little at that name, though. Seriously, that's a little like naming a dog Dog, in her opinion. )

Apparently so! I'm Jo. Do you want to come with?

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[righthandgirl]

( It takes Jo a minute to respond to this one, if only because she's not sure if the girl is offering because she wants to come along or because she's taking pity on Jo. It hadn't actually occurred to her until just now that this post could be perceived as a desperate attempt to buy herself some friends. Now she wishes she'd thought it through a little more because she's second guessing herself, something Jo tends to do entirely too well and too often.

She's probably overthinking it. That's another thing she does too often and too well. )

I don't mind the trolleys, I think they're cool. But if you want to come and you don't like them, then I'll totally take the ride.

[recoined]

( kimberly doesn't do much that she doesn't want to do, especially not here, so jo can rest assured that her offer is less fueled by pity and more just a method of rolling out the welcome mat. that, and she doesn't expect very many people to volunteer for the more risque option on the list. no reason to let that stifle someone's sexual appetite, right? )

they're a little slow for me
and i may or may not have gotten kicked off ( read: banned ) from one when i first got here

i'm free this afternoon if you are

[righthandgirl]

( Now that's a story Jo needs to hear. How does someone get kicked off a trolley? )

I'm going to need to hear the story behind that at some point today. This afternoon is awesome, yeah totally! What time should I be ready and where should I meet you?

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[killertrack]

[ Baby is no girl, of course, but he can read... And he may be a little interested in where some of this is going. ]

what kind of risque are we talking about, here?

[prosecutorial]

Midafternoon pick me up? Maybe around 2?

[Laurel liked her! And she needs friends that aren't from her future, so Jo is a good place to start. Especially since they're neighbors.]

[amarillos]

at least no one will ever think it's a grocery store or something else.

[but in simliar form trini thinks it's a little bit ridiculous.]

i'm trini. i'd be down. are we leaning more toward swedish massage or seaweed wraps or something else?

[please don't say seaweed wraps. please don't say seaweed wraps.]

[recoined]

i was late to meet a friend and the driver insisted on going at a glacial pace
so i jumped out through the back door

he wasn't very happy about it

( and by "wasn't very happy", kimberly means he got out of his trolley to yell at her while she ran down the nearby street. oh well. at least she got to the lounge on time to avoid someone swiping her seat. )

i have a class at noon, so i can come get you after?
probably around two by the time i shower and change

[righthandgirl]

Yeah that works for me. I don't have a car, so I'll meet you and we can hop on public transit if that's okay?

( She hopes that's okay... That's something she should probably eventually look into, actually, if she's going to be here a while; a car... )

[righthandgirl]

Yeah, there's definitely no risk of that.

Nice to meet you, Trini. I was thinking more like hot stone massage, but massage all the same. I don't know how I feel about the seaweed wrap thing...I could try it, though, if you wanted?

( Please don't want to try it, though. Please don't want to try seaweed wraps. It just sounds gross. )

[righthandgirl]

That's kind of a crappy reason to kick someone off transit, what a loser. I probably would've done the same thing if pressed for time tbh.

Ohhh, hang on, I have plans at 2...maybe a little later, like 3:30 - 4:00? I can text you? Or else I'm free tomorrow, too. LMK. :)

[righthandgirl]

( Ah, she was kind of hoping he'd respond, even if it were in person or her okCuddle instead; either way. )

TBD, what kind of risque do you WANT to be talking about, here?

[recoined]

later's fine!
i don't have any plans after class so i'll just hang out at the garage until then

my ride could probably use a wash anyway, might as well

[righthandgirl]

Okay cool, I'll text you when I'm free. :)

[killertrack]

Since you're asking my opinion, I'd hope it involves lingerie

[ Don't get him wrong, he can be super creative, but not when it comes to this. ]

but that's a very selfish thing of me to say

[righthandgirl]

Lingerie, I can do. It's not selfish, it's not like you get to keep it when we're done :P lol

[prosecutorial]

That's fine! I don't have a car here either.

[It's been kind of nice, taking advantage of public transportation again.]

I'll see you then!

[righthandgirl]

Perfect, I'll see you then. Looking forward to it! :)

[prosecutorial]

Me too!

[And we transition this to action with Laurel waiting for Jo at the appropriate meeting place?]

[righthandgirl]

( By the time 2:00 rolls around, Jo decides that it's probably just easier to meet Laurel at Laurel's place because they never really established a meeting spot, in retrospect, and they're neighbors, anyway.

So it's a few minutes before two when Jo knocks on Laurel's door and waits patiently outside it. )

[prosecutorial]

[And the door will fly open with a bright smile from Laurel but she's also looking a bit frazzled. Who has two thumbs and lost track of the time because she was studying?

This girl.]

Hey! Just give me a minute to grab my shoes and coat.