Where's my totem?
You know, like Leonardo DiCaprio’s spinning top? Clearly I’m stuck in somebody else’s dream and I’ve been pumped with way too much somnacin. And you guys are definitely the projections gone angry. But the dream won’t collapse. Can it collapse now, please? I’d like my equivalent of a tearful reunion with my children at LAX.
I Want To Play A Game → Quick
Quinn bit her lip whenever she woke up to discover her cheerios uniform laying on the bed next to her. She knew it was coming, but part of her still felt slightly unprepared for what was going to happen between the two of them today. Instead of worrying about it she climbed out of bed and carried it to the bathroom with her, smiling at the realization that this was going to be like high school all over again. Once she was showed and primed to perfection she set on doing her hair, making sure it was perfectly dried before she pulled it into her high pony. After that came the uniform and she smiled whenever it still fit her like a second skin. She twirled around in the bathroom once to see herself in the mirror before applying her make up to look just like the cheerios had been expected to look. When she was finished she looked over herself one more time before making her way towards Puck’s office. They hadn’t talked about where they were going to meet, but there was something appealing about seeing him behind the desk that would just make this even better. She leaned against the door frame as looked in at her, teeth biting down on her bottom lip. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”
