PRESCOTT BLOOD DRIVE

[toughleaf]

BLOOD DRIVE

GIVE US YOUR BLOOD

Prescott Fire Station is holding a blood drive! Anyone in the Quad in the giving spirit is invited to drop by and drop off a pint. Please only donate your own blood, and straight from the source—dusty mason jars full of mystery blood will not be accepted at this time.

Make sure to stick around post-donation; Arlo Rattray is cooking up vegan pancakes shaped like blood drops and snowmen to help replenish that blood they just sucked out of you. For anyone who doesn't like breakfast there's also a couple packs of peanut butter Oreos, but they're not thematic or anything so they're not fun.

VOLUNTEER SPOTS

After donating, Quaid starts to feel woozy and nearly hits the floor—but they're caught by [RESPONDER (or trainee) B].

Around the pancake table, [VOLUNTEER C] knocks a bottle of maple syrup off the counter and gets stuck washing dishes as penitence—and holy shit, there are a LOT of dishes.

Edgar, meanwhile, gets sent to a cot to lie down for a few minutes and winds up taking an impromptu three-hour nap. Oh, god, what time is it, where are they, what is their name?

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SCENES: Arlo & Court

[halligan]

"Would've been five except I knew you'd give me lip, 'n see?" He points– ah. No more spatula. He just points at her, wiggling his accusatory finger, until he remembers this whole break was so he could deep-throat a carafe of coffee and redirects to said carafe.

"And there's always room for another dick or seven at Casa Rattray." A beat to think about this; it's missing important data. "In Casa Rattray."

SCENES: Arlo & Court

[castnet]

"You don't know my life," she spits out without hesitation - jokingly - even though they both know the exact opposite is true in more than one way. Court regards his accusatory finger warily, gently taking the spatula in hand as if threatening to use it to point herself if he didn't tread carefully like the idiots they are.

"Seven dicks in, on, or around the general vicinity of Casa Rattray?" she offers helpfully, beginning to ladle down the first of multiple vegan pancake penises that wouldn't really get better... so much as more detailed with each one Courtney made.

SCENES: Arlo & Court

[halligan]

Arlo licks his lips after burning his throat with coffee (PNW winters will never warm up for him, he's convinced) and rests his elbows on the counter so he can lean over and inspect her work. "Everywhere we can shove 'em, ma'am. So are you keeping a tally of your good pokes of the day?" As in, and most importantly: "Are you winning?"

At exactly what?
Against who?
It doesn't really matter.

SCENES: Arlo & Court

[castnet]

A brow raised at Arlo legitimately chugging coffee, but she'd seen him down far weirder things before so makes no mention as she goes about outlining the glans and moving onto the testes. "That's the spirit we like to see!" Who doesn't love a casual sausage fest from time to time!? She heard his questions, but first: "Whoa, this guy has some low hanging fruit, but that's okay, all bodies are beautiful."

As if looking to Arlo to backup this somewhat deformed member, Court motions between the two before slipping back into their actual conversation. "Of fucking course," she states arrogantly, as if there was any other option. "Honestly, except for this one older lady who I think had veins lined with rebar, I haven't had a bad stick or had to re-stick anyone today. So far. Fingers crossed."