BSC Balloon Poll Round 5
Aug. 25th, 2005 10:31 amThis Round Is Closed.
"Uh oh," Jessi agreed. "This is getting serious."
"I still say --"
"We are. Not. Voting," Mary Anne informed Kristy. "I mean, this is okay. People are sacrificing themselves. I'll go next, and then --"
"No," Dawn told her. "You aren't going anywhere. What would I do without you?"
"Yeah..." Kristy agreed, more quietly than usual. "Right, so that's out." Mallory raised her hand, looking totally petrified.
"Yes, Mal?"
"Well, I hate to say it, but, well, shouldn't loyalty be taken into consideration?"
"That's right," Stacey piped up. "I mean, Dawn's hardly done as much for the club as, say, Claudia and I have."
"Not what she meant," Jessi said. Her voice was oddly cool. "It's not everyone who defected from the club on account of their basketball star boyfriend."
"And their cool, new, cheerleader friends," Dawn said bitterly. "It's not everyone who's shown that kind of loyalty."
"Whoa, whoa -- what are you saying? I'm totally sorry I flaked last year, but the BSC is still my number one priority. And besides, wouldn't it make more sense for someone, um, heavier to go? If we calculate our rate of descent, we can probably figure out how much poundage we need to jettison to --"
"Okay," Claudia said, looking up from the plum-colored nails she'd been examining. "I hate to do it, Stace -- I mean, you're my best friend -- but I don't want to spend the last minutes of my life talking about math."
Stacey looked around wildly. "Is there anyone?"
"Nope," Kristy told her. "Over you go."
( all the thrills of weasels and racing )
There weren't too many votes in the last round, which made me sad, and now things are getting really exciting -- who'll be next?
"Uh oh," Jessi agreed. "This is getting serious."
"I still say --"
"We are. Not. Voting," Mary Anne informed Kristy. "I mean, this is okay. People are sacrificing themselves. I'll go next, and then --"
"No," Dawn told her. "You aren't going anywhere. What would I do without you?"
"Yeah..." Kristy agreed, more quietly than usual. "Right, so that's out." Mallory raised her hand, looking totally petrified.
"Yes, Mal?"
"Well, I hate to say it, but, well, shouldn't loyalty be taken into consideration?"
"That's right," Stacey piped up. "I mean, Dawn's hardly done as much for the club as, say, Claudia and I have."
"Not what she meant," Jessi said. Her voice was oddly cool. "It's not everyone who defected from the club on account of their basketball star boyfriend."
"And their cool, new, cheerleader friends," Dawn said bitterly. "It's not everyone who's shown that kind of loyalty."
"Whoa, whoa -- what are you saying? I'm totally sorry I flaked last year, but the BSC is still my number one priority. And besides, wouldn't it make more sense for someone, um, heavier to go? If we calculate our rate of descent, we can probably figure out how much poundage we need to jettison to --"
"Okay," Claudia said, looking up from the plum-colored nails she'd been examining. "I hate to do it, Stace -- I mean, you're my best friend -- but I don't want to spend the last minutes of my life talking about math."
Stacey looked around wildly. "Is there anyone?"
"Nope," Kristy told her. "Over you go."
( all the thrills of weasels and racing )
There weren't too many votes in the last round, which made me sad, and now things are getting really exciting -- who'll be next?