WTFH

Well. It's that time of year again. I'm guessing you all figured out what's up, but this is the week everyone is insane. It'll pass, we'll all get through it, and Sex Ed should be interesting this week. Let's get right to it.

At school, in Criminal Justice we picked costumes, Pacifism talked about ending war by withholding sex, and based on going through something like eight of these weeks here, I don't think that'd actually work. Creative Thinking played a game where they tried not to let an archaeologist die, so hopefully those students get their focus together.

In the dorms, Wayne made breakfast with accidentally phallic pancakes, which Sabine could at least laugh about, and Tisarwat came offering tea for Wayne and Sabine. No word on there was any other dirty-shaped food.

In town, where I feel more slightly more comfortable reporting on debauchery, Beau was working out some frustrations at the gym- not dirty- and Breq came in to do the same. Lucifer went for a walk in the park, where he found Rey also, uh, working out frustrations, and complimented her form. Yeah, I can't make that sound better. He also may have worked out a booty call with Seivarden via text, my god, squirrels, that's invasive. Rosa figured out what was up midway through work, Octavia went to work it out in the preserve- again, not like that- Summer got blocked from getting a dimensional database for reasons, Nell was busy with Valentine's Orders at the flower shop, and Duke learned that even the porgs are not immune.

....I didn't... I didn't ask to picture that.

And finally, Tactics Pancake tried to esape a ship filling up with water. Look. Maybe if it's cold enough...

I'm gonna go. Good luck, Fandom. Remember there's free condoms at the clinic.