New Game: SFA/HSAU: Finals!

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It's time for something... light. Something... refreshing.

For the past year, Roger Korby and Andrea Sherrison have been building an android, Norm. And Norm has been, true to his name... normal.

But things are starting to go wrong. Andrea has been moved into the empty bed in Caz and Jan's room (oh, did I not mention that? WELL. It's there. Not a convenient plot device at all) and when Roger's rommmate dropped out, he and McCoy decided to move in together.

Now they're both starting to act weird. Of course, no one is normal, it's SFA and it's finals. But there's something seriously wrong, and our heroes are going to have to find out what.

Did I mention that the top four students in each class get to go on a special training exercise? Well, they do. And competition is hot.

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TRANSCRIPT FROM LJ

[theoreticalpixy]

KIRK, J: What, don't feel like sharing your observations with the class, McCoy? [Sound: Snort] Yeah, poor little thing, all intimidated about being out-prettied by me. Shut up, what do you know?

MCCOY, L: Oh what the hell, not like you can get any more pissed at me. I said, 'yeah 'cause you've totally not been spiraling downward since we ended or anything. ' And don't try to deny it; lying ain't a good look on you.

KIRK, J: As far as you're concerned, I'm [volume 130%] fucking fine! [volume: normal] [voice distorted, speculation: anger] I have an active social life, I exercise regularly, and I'm getting exemplary grades in all my classes. You get to comment on jackshit. My eyes feel fine now. Am I allowed to leave?

MCCOY, L: Fine I won't comment. But it doesn't mean I believe you for one second. Because I already know how fucked up I am over it all and I know you well enough to read the signs. When was the last time you had a decent night sleep? Because it sure as hell hasn't been in the past month... You can go. But take an extra antihistamine dose with you. Your scans are normal now, but just in case.

KIRK, J: [Sound: Scoff] C'mon, now, I can't spend the night. People would get ideas. [Sound: footsteps, diminishing] [volume 20%, diminishing] Fucking asshole meddling...

MCCOY, L: [Volume 130%] I don't fucking care, start taking care of yourself unless you want to make these visits a regular occurrence!

KIRK, J: [Voice Distorted, speculation: at extremity of microphone range] Where've you been? They already are. [Sound: door closing]

MCCOY, L: [Volume 70%] Yeah. I know. Seen your chart...fuck. fucking goddamn reckle-

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