Title: Estrogen Gothic (after Kendra's Solidarity)
Author: Space Dog
Rating: R-Day/ JC (Jaelly-centric)
Archiving: She's the Nurse, like I could tell her no?
Disclaimers: Don't own anything. And this isn't even all that funny... but it does set up a few things for an HSU I'm planning *after* the rave... I'll give you a hint: Its Scooby Gang time again :-)

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"Maximus? General Maximus?" Jael called as she worked her way across the rugby pitch, through the sea of Felix troops and Gladiators. A gentle wind made the lights in the trees clink together like a thousand tiny wind chimes.

"Over here Jael," she heard him call, and almost swooned at the sound of his rumbling voice reverberating through the field. She spotted him and walked over, "General, I haven't gotten an answer from the General about the tents, but I don't see any problem setting up camp on the hillside by the enchanted forest."

"Excellent idea Jael. That hill overlooks the entire campus, we'll be able to oversee the mine and the admin building from there." Maximus answered, taking Jael by the arm and leading her through the troops, "I'll expect you to choose the place for my own tent," he whispered in her ear.

"Bark, Bark, Grrrrr!" announced Space Dog, running up and grabbing the hem of Jael's flannel shirt.

"What is it Space Dog?" asked Maximus.

"Woof. Grrr." she replied.

"Oh my heavens," gasped Jael and dashed off. Maximus shrugged and patted Space Dog on the head.

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There was a timid knock on the door.

"About damned time!" yelled the Nurse, throwing it open, "Where the hell have you been Jud--Oh. Jael. What are you doing here? I thought you were Judy with our food..."

"I am. I mean, I'm not Judy, I... um... Space Dog told me you were hungry. Here," said Jael thrusting a large picnic basket at Darry. "I have to go and finish the lighting for the rave and get dressed. The other girls have gone on strike. There's Gatorade and Nutella in there..."

"Oooh!" exclaimed Darry, opening the basket and pulling out a carton of Ben and Jerry's. She slammed the door in Jael's face.

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Meanwhile downstairs in the bar, the girls continued their strike. They also continued to drink Mega-ritas and eat spiked Swedish fish.

"And another thing," slurred Kendra, "Why do the freshman have to do all the work? We don't even get ::hiccup:: as many... uh...what was I saying?"

"You were asking if I wanted another drink..." replied Kymira.

"That's right. I was asking if you wanted another drink. So?"

"Damn straight."

"How's about a little kiss?" Robin asked Cal when he walked in the door. Cal looked at her, then at the sign she held over her head, "STRIP!" it said.

"She's drunk," warned Brenda.

"Uh...uh...uh..." said Cal, backing out of the door, leaving the cherries for Vocab Man to pick up.
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"Grrrr." said vocab man.

"Because they told us too, and I'm scared of them." replied Cal.

"Grrrr." said vocab man, trudging across campus with a crate of pineapples on his shoulder.

"Yeah. Me too," answered Cal, tugging a keg behind him in his little red wagon.

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"Oh Hockey Hunk, I think that was a triple play..." sighed Ellie, emerging from her closet. "I better go and check on the girls, make sure they're doing everything I told them too. Oh, and I just thought of a few more CD's Robin needs to find..."

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"Alright men. Finish stringing these lights, then I want division 8 to set-up tables and the bar, while the rest of us make camp. I have some business to take care of over in the North Hall," ordered Maximus.

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Meanwhile in the North Hall:

"Space dog be still."

"Grrr."

"No, I haven't ever been to a rave, but I'm sure it
will be lots of fun. Now let me put this on you..."

"Grrr."

"If you bite me I will become more powerful than you can ever imagine."

With that Space Dog conceded and let Jael put the black rhinestone collar on her. No, not because she believed Jael's silly threat, but because she didn't want Jael to hurt herself if she went for her sword.

 *We look ridiculous* thought Space Dog. *If Sugar finds out Jael and I are wearing matching dog-collars, and Jael has gone Goth, she'll laugh me right off of campus*

*We look so awesome.* Thought Jael, admiring her pale skin, dark red lipstick and nails, her long fringed shawl and her black skirt, tank, and combat boots. She adjusted her dog collar and pinned a large blood red broach to her chest. *Grrr* she growled in the mirror as she reached for her liquid eyeliner. Across the room she heard an answering growl. The eyeliner and a certain General's broadsword hit the floor at the same time.

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On to the party girls. I'll be a little late. You can't imagine how hard it is too get purple lipstick off of leather armor... JK