LGTBQueued up
Rose sat alone in a rather spacious, yet dark room somewhere near the edge of campus. Surrounding her were piles of paper, some of which were registration papers. The rest could fit into the fallowing categories; Rather childish letters saying this little club of hers should be shut down, homework, or writing drafts. Yes, while she was still excited beyond what she thought was possible, Rose was certainly not prepared to get such an abundance of people applying or otherwise to the LGBTQ+ club. When it was given the O.K. by the schools administrators, Rose couldn’t have been more thrilled! Now she was a little worried that it might not go over well with some of the more... closed thinkers on campus. There weren’t many registration sheets left, but Rose didn’t think that really mattered. The window for applications had closed two hours ago. The sheets were really simple actually, just a few questions. Name: Date of Birth: Month/Day Pronouns: Reasons for Joining: Dorm Room (For Mail): So it was beyond any logical reasoning if one were to ask why it was taking Rose so long to get all of these sorted out. She could have been done an hour ago, but no. Something was nagging in the back of her mind that had almost completely stopped her from working. Get it together Lalonde, you have work in a few hours and you cant afford to be late. Oh I can just picture it now, Miss Barber giving me the usual speech on promptness as I walk in late once again... Rose thought to herself. Yes, she wasn’t the most prompt of workers but at least she showed up. That’s more then most of the waitresses at Infinitea Tea Parlor could say. Just when she was about to give up for the night and continue tomorrow, a man who looked to be somewhat older than her walked in. He smelled like motor oil, and it seemed that his white T-Shirt was covered with it in splotches. Okay, so hes an engineering major then. Rose scanned him from head to toe, her purple eyes gleaming over every feature. He looked way too familiar to just be somebody she had seen around campus.
“Im sorry, but if your here to hand in hate mail like most of the people today, then im afraid youll have to take it up with our complaint department.” Rose said, pointing to the trashcan on the opposite side of the room, “If your actually here to sign up, go ahead and take on of the papers on the table to your left and fill it out. Ill be with you shortly.” Rose stretched, her arms above her head as she tried to relax. Today was not going as planned, and now she had to figure out who this mystery man was ontop of everything else.