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Old September 2 2011, 01:49 AM   #16
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Re: Non Trek Fic: Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)

Cafe Geekdale - Part 5

When Quinn got home she went upstairs and logged on to her email accounts.

Almost immediately she found a mysterious email in her Hotmail account.

ldtomboy91 Coffee House Peril 2005, 10, 20 03:45 PM

“Weird,” she said. 'What is so perilous about the Coffee House?' she wondered. She clicked on the link to the message.



Hi, Quinn.
You don't know me, but I also go to Lawndale High. The reason why I am sending this email to you is to warn you that someone is going to use the Coffee House to discredit you, to try to destroy your popularity, possibly by saying a lot of mean things about you.

This will be my last communication.

From ldtomboy91

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Quinn had to read it again, to be sure of what it said.
'Thanks for warning me, whoever you are,' she thought. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She knew of several of her classmates who were disgruntled about her influence since she started at Lawndale High. However the foremost of that group was Sandi Griffin, with her protégé Tori Jericho just behind her.
'You will not get away with this, Sandi,' she thought. If it wasn't Sandi, then she wasn't sure who it would be.

As the sun set, Daria and Jennifer arrived at Casa Lane.

Jane was watching Sick Sad World when they entered her room. She muted the show. “So, you have performance ideas for the Coffee House?” she asked.

Jennifer shook her head vigerously. “You know that I don't do well on stage. The graduation assembly was the best that I could do,” she said.

“Oh yeah,” Jane murmered, remembering several Middle School assemblies where Jennifer's stage fright had gotten the best of her.

“There is a song that I have been working on,” Daria suggested.

“Do tell!” Jane said.

“It's about an American agent who hunts Russian spies in South America,” Daria said as she sat on the bed.

“Sounds violent,” Jane said.

“Mr. O'Neill will have a fit!” Daria said.

“Is that figuratively or literally?” Jennifer asked, uncertain what Daria meant.

“Both,” Daria said.

Jennifer grumbled. “Can I see the lyrics?” she asked.

“I haven't finished it yet,” Daria said.

“Can I look before you play it at the Coffee House?” Jennifer asked.

“Yeah, both of you can,” Daria finally said.

“Cool, maybe I can show Trent!” Jane said.

“Aagh!” Daria exclaimed.

“May I take that as a no?” Jane asked.

“I think it is,” Jennifer said.

Daria looked back at Jane. “What are you planning for the Coffee House?” she asked.
“Me? Nothing. I will watch everyone else embarrass themselves.”

“I guess that you don't want the extra-curricular activity,” Jennifer said.

“I don't,” Jane said.

'Of course not,' Jennifer thought.

Thursday, October 21, 2005

Through the day, many of the students of Lawndale High, thought about what they might be seeing if they went to the Coffee House, or in a minority of cases, what they would be performing.

Jodie came up to Daria as they left Science. “Mr. O'Neill told me that you are doing something at the Coffee House,” she said.

“So?” Daria asked.

“So, I would like to know what you are going to do?”

“You will find out when everyone else does,” Daria said, as she walked off.

Jodie sighed.

“What's wrong?” her boyfriend, Michael Mackenzie, asked as he came up.

“Nothing,” Jodie said with a slight smile.

After school, Quinn met Andrea as she left the school building. “There will be a meeting of the Programming Club tomorrow,” Andrea said.

“Yeah, Laurence told me,” Quinn replied, referring to another member of the Programming Club.

“One of the things we will be discussing will be the coffee house,” Andrea said, as she started walking.

Quinn followed her. “Why?” she asked.

Andrea looked back “You will find out,” she said.

“I'll be there,” Quinn said.

“Good,” Andrea said.

'What is she up to?' Quinn thought yet again.

When Daria arrived with Jane and Jennifer at the Pizza King, many of the patrons were discussing the Coffee House. “Is that all they can talk about?” Daria asked.

“It's Lawndale. There's not much else to talk about,” Jane said.

“I guess so,” Daria said, as she went to order a pizza.

“Touchy, isn't she?” Jane asked Jennifer.

“Definitely,” Jennifer murmered, as she remembered what Jodie told her about at lunch.

Griffin residence
The Fashion Club were in Sandi's room, they were nearing the end of their regular official meeting.
“Motion approved?” Sandi asked.

All three other members put up their hands.
“Motion carried,” Sandi said.

Tori smiled.

“Coool!” Tiffany said.

“Last topic for this afternoon; tomorrow night's opening of the Coffee House,” Sandi directed.
Stacy fidgeted as she entered the topic into her notebook, betraying her agitation about Sandi's antagonism towards Quinn.
Sandi noticed the fidgeting. “Sta-cy, is there, like, a problem?”

“Eep! No, Sandi. No, problem!” Stacy said quickly.

“Good. Now, I have written a speech in which I eloquently state the reason why Geeks, especially, like, that Quinn, should not be popular,” Sandi said. She took a sheet out of the right drawer beneath her computer.

“Are you going to read it to us?” Tori asked.

“Sure,” Sandi said. She then read the speech to the club.
“Good Evening, Students of Lawndale High and other Coffee House patrons...”

“Opinions?” Sandi asked, looking at Tori.

“Quite arguementative. Most people will support us,” Tori said.

“But, Sandi -,” Stacy began to say, but she was interupted by a glare from Sandi.

“No buts!” Sandi said.

“Sandi! What will Mr. O'Neill say?” Stacy asked.

Sandi snorted “Puh-lease, like Mr. O'Neill will do anything more than say 'Oh dear!' He won't say anything negative. He certainly won't say anything to Ms. Li,” she said, imitating Mr. O'Neill when she said 'Oh dear!'.

“That's riiight,” Tiffany said.

'That seems to be true,' Tori thought.

“Maybe,” Stacy said, more subdued.

Sandi smiled. “That concludes this meeting. Stacy, concluding time?”

Stacy looked at her watch and at Sandi's bedroom clock. Both were within two minutes of each other. “5:45, for a duration of 1 hour and fifteen minutes,” she said, averaging the time between the two time pieces.

“Usual length of meeting, plus time to, like, read the speech,” Sandi said.

Stacy wrote the concluding remarks down and closed the notebook.

Unknown to the Fashion Club, Sandi's mother, Linda, had listened to Sandi make the speech. She smiled a wicked looking smile. 'Very good, Sandi,' she thought. It was exactly as she had hoped. Sandi was following in her footsteps.

Friday, 22 October, 2005
Sandi awoke at 7:20. After getting ready, she took the speech and went to the bathroom.

“Sandi Griffin, Fashion Club President,” she said, scrutinising her near perfect appearance.
“Good Evening, Students of Lawndale High and other Coffee House patrons, I have prepared this statement to tell you that Geeks are not welcome, like as members of the popular cliques,” she began.

“Thank you for your time.” After this conclusion she was silent for a moment before looking at herself again. “You will be triumphant! Quinn will not, like come back from this.”

There was knocking. “Come on Sis! I need to go!” her brother, Sam said.

'Of course he would,' Sandi thought. She folded the sheet with the speech on it and opened the door. “All yours, you brat!”

“Finally!” he said as he dashed into the bathroom past his sister.

Helen was preparing to leave for work when the door bell rang. “Who could that be?” she wondered. She went and opened the door. “Oh, Hi, Jennifer! Are you here for Quinn or for Daria, neither of them have come down for breakfast yet.”

“Hi, Mrs. Morgendorffer. For Daria. I am helping her with her performance at the Coffee House this evening,” Jennifer said.
Helen opened the door wider, allowing the quiet girl in. “It is great that she is participating in an extra-curricular activity. She is still quite anti-social and stubborn,” Helen said. 'I see that you have been a good influence,' she thought.

“I had to encourage her,” Jennifer murmered. She knew what it was like to be shy and emphasised with Daria.

“What was that?” Helen asked, not quite hearing what Jennifer said.

“Yeah, it's great,” Jennifer said with a little sarcasm.

“You can go right up,” Helen said, wondering at Jennifer's tone.
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Re: Non Trek Fic: Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)

Cafe Geekdale - Part 6

Jennifer knocked on Daria's door.
Daria quickly opened it. “Hi, are you ready?” she asked.

“I am. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.”

Daria smirked briefly, prior to letting Jennifer into the room.

“Close the door. I don't want Quinn complaining about the noise.”

“Sure,” Jennifer said, as she closed the door and glanced at the padded walls. 'Excellent soundproofing,' she thought.

Daria grabbed her guitar.

15 minutes later, Daria had gone through her performance twice.

“That's a little better. Mr. O'Neill will still react to it though,” Jennifer said.

“I want him to react,” Daria said.

“Make him think that the Coffee House is a bad idea?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes,” Daria simply said.

Jennifer shook her head in good humor.

Quinn and Jenna were talking as they approached Lawndale High.

“...And then Jennifer said that Daria doesn't want the Coffee House to succeed,” Quinn said.

Jenna stopped. “That she wants it to fail?” she asked.


“I hope that her song, whatever it is about, won't be that bad.”
“Well it's metal music, so I think it might be borderline,” Quinn said with a nervous laugh, as they came to the front of the school.

“I will try to convince Mr. O'Neill to have the Anime reviews first,” Jenna said.

“I have my Ghost in the Shell review.”

“That's good!”

Quinn smiled.

Quinn approached the Programming Club meeting with aprehension. “Why are you so apprehensive, Quinn?” Wolfgang Schuhardt asked.

Quinn turned to the nerdy boy. “Have you ever thought that Andrea may be a hacker or something?” she said quietly.

Wolfgang stopped and looked around. “I have, but only after others have told me their suspicions,” he said.

“No one has told me, but she gives off that vibe, you know,” Quinn said uneasily.

“She does give off an unfriendly vibe, but I don't think that means that she is a hacker.”

“What of the network share at her house?”

“You don't have to share files there if you don't want to.”

“I guess not,” Quinn said.

Wolfgang opened the door. “Girls first,” he said.

“Thanks,” Quinn said.

Andrea arrived last. She looked at the half dozen members. “I'm sure you're wondering why I called this meeting today?” she asked.

There was a brief murmer among the members.

“It has to do with the Coffee House.”

The members looked at each other in confusion, what did the Coffee House have to do with anything that the Programming Club did?

Quinn raised her hand.

“Yes?” Andrea asked.

“What about the Coffee House?”
“I am reading a poem there and I would like an opinion,” Andrea said.

'Weird,' Wolfang thought.

“Really?” someone asked.
“Yes,” Andrea said.

“Let's hear it,” Quinn said, wondering what it would entail...

Quinn left the Programming Club meeting slightly annoyed. “Andrea didn't need to call a meeting for that!” she murmered.

“I agree,” Wolfgang said as he followed her out of the room.

“And I don't want to think about that poem of hers. It's quite creepy and macabre,” Quinn said, with a shudder.

“Reminders you of her house, doesn't it?” Wolfgang said.

Quinn nodded.

“She invited me over alone once when we were in middle school. That's a day I wouldn't ever forget.”

“Don't tell me!” Quinn said with hand raised.

“I wasn't going to,” Wolfgang said quietly.

“Good,” Quinn said relieved.

“We can talk about what else may be performed at the Coffee House.”


At her house, Cindy was talking to one of her cousins on an instant messenger progam.

Brols_trekker: So how's your new friend?”

Cindyquil: She is settling into Lawndale well, although one of our classmates has taken umbrage to her becoming popular.

Brols_trekker: Oh?

Cindyquil: The school has set up a new Coffee House and Quinn has received a mysterious email which says that someone wants to use the Coffee House to destroy her popularity.

Brols_trekker: That's not good!

Cindyquill: It definitely isn't

At the Lane house, Daria was playing the song for Jane in the basement. She had plugged her guitar into Mystik Spiral's equipment.
Trent came down the stairs, curious about the unfamiliar song which was coming up from the basement.

Daria suddenly noticed that Trent was there and fumbled with the guitar, dropping it into a nearby pile of clothes.

“Woah!” Trent said.

“Yes, Daria is a musician,” Jane said, having neglected to tell her brother that possibly pertinent information.

“Hi,” Daria said as she blushed.

“Wow, you're really good, Daria,” Trent praised.

'He does have an effect on her,' Jane thought.

“Um, thanks,” Daria said, quietly.

Jane took Trent aside. “Could you go and get us some water?” she asked.

“Sure, Janey.”

After Trent had gone up to the ground floor, Jane said “Wow, you do have a crush on him, don't you?”

Daria grumbled and picked up her guitar. She started playing from the point where Trent had interrupted her.

'Amazing. She is definitely a lot better than all four of them combined.' Jane thought as she continued listening.

When Brittany arrived at the Coffee House with Kevin, she noticed that there almost no seats left. “I told you we should have come earlier, Kevie,” she said.

“There are few seats left,” he said.

'He doesn't get it,' she thought “Oooh, but they are not where I wanted to sit!” Brittany said.

Kevin winced as Brittany's voice squeaked higher than usual. “Sorry, Babe!” he said. He didn't like it when she hurt his ears.

The audience applauded as Quinn stepped off the stage after reading her Ghost in the Shell review.
“Thank you, Thank you,” she said, as she gave a bow.

Sandi seethed. 'You won't be so cheerful for long, you Geekendorffer!' she thought.

“That's not how one should treat their guitar!” Daria said as the boy on stage started throwing it around, after he had caused some feedback.

“I didn't care for his song either,” Jennifer said.

“All he was saying was 'I loathe you',” Jane said.

“No, there were other lyrics...” Jennifer pointed out.

Brittany was on stage, preforming a scene from Romeo and Juliet. “Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I'm right here, babe!” Kevin said, also on stage, holding a skull.

Some football players cheered Kevin on.

“Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or thou will't not be but sworn, my love, and I'll no longer be a caplet!”

“Hey! Yo! I'm down here! Check it out!”

Brittany was rather annoyed. “Check it out? You promised to learn your lines, you, you clown! And what's that skull supposed to be?” She stalked off stage, giving off vibes of barely contained anger.

“The skull's cool,” Kevin said, his usual oblivious self.

'You don't get it,' Jennifer thought with a slight shake of her head.

Andrea was up on stage. “ I'm here. But where are you? Sure, I see your body. Anybody home in that rotting bag of flesh?” she said as she concluded her poem.

“See? You don't want to do poetry for this crowd,” Jane said.

“You think it's too late for me to learn juggling?” Daria asked.

“Yep,” Jane said.

Mr. O'Neill walked up to the stage. “Thank you very much, Andrea. It takes a lot of courage to expose your raw emotions that way.”

As a spotlight focused on her table, Andrea put a bottle of some description behind her.

“And now a commentary on social relationships at Lawndale High, by Sandi Griffin.”

“Good Evening, Students of Lawndale High and other Coffee House patrons, I have prepared this statement to tell you that Geeks are not welcome, like as members of the popular cliques,” she began.

“Oh dear,” Mr. O'Neill said, as he realised what Sandi was trying to do. He hoped that not too many self identified geeks in the audience wouldn't be traumatised.
'This doesn't sound good,' Quinn thought as Sandi began. She listened in disbelief as Sandi continued her rant against Geeks. 'Good thing I came prepared.' She took the speech she had written the night before out of her pocket, and gave it a look over. 'It will have to do.'

“You are going to read that?” Cindy asked.

“I'm going to have to,” Quinn said.

Kristen nodded.
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Re: Non Trek Fic: Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)

Cafe Geekdale - Part 7

Sandi came to a conclusion.
“And, that is why I believe that Geeks should not be popular and that new kids should not, like, rock the boat,. Thank you for your time.”
She then stepped off the stage, smiling.

“That was great, Sandi,” Tori said.


Quinn stood up as Sandi went to her seat. “Mr. O'Neill? Can I read a rebuttal of Sandi's speech?”

Mr. O'Neill lit up. “Sure, Quinn,” he said.

Quinn went up to the stage.

“Why Geeks can be popular, a general rebuttal of the previous speech. Good Evening, Students of Lawndale High, and Lawndale and Glenfield Middle Schools. Some shallow and yet popular students may take umbrage at Geeks being popular for what may seem to be petty reasons. Why do they do this, you may ask...”

Sandi seethed as Quinn went on, rebutting most of the points of her own speech. 'This cannot stand!' she thought. She turned to Tori. “Tori, we need to rebut this speech!”

“How, Sandi? We; and by we, I mean you, didn't plan for this occuring,” Tori said.

“Then I will have to, like, improvise.”

'I hope Sandi's improvisional skills are up to the task,' Tori thought as she looked at the Coffee House patrons taking in Quinn's speech.

As Quinn continued her speech the Three J's smiled more and more in admiration.

“...And that is why Geeks can be popular amongst their peers. Thanks for your time,” Quinn said as she concluded.

Most of the audience stood up and gave a standing ovation, even Daria. 'What Sandi is trying to do is wrong.'
Only the Fashion Club didn't. Stacy started to, but was cut off by Sandi's glare.

“What were you thinking?” Sandi asked.

Quinn bowed, as she took in the adulation, before going back to her seat.

Sandi then stood up. “Um, Mr. O'Neill. I would like, like to rebut Quinn's rebuttal,” she said, with an edge to her voice.

“Oh, a debate. Go ahead, Sandi.”

Sandi then walked up on stage again. “My points from earlier are still valid. Now, I'm like, going to explain them...”
She struggled to rebut Quinn's points and the audience began to laugh at her.

“Oh, dear!” Mr. O'Neill said.

Sandi's face hardened as she remembered some speeches that her mother had made. The reminiscence allowed her to make a recovery, and thus she continued.

“Uh-oh!” Jennifer said.

“She's weakening though,” Jane said.

“Probably going to be close one,” Jennifer said.

“What is up with her?” Quinn asked Kristen and Cindy.

“She won't admit defeat,” Cindy said.

“I agree,” Kristen said.

“I will have to rebut her rebuttal,” Quinn realised.

“Good luck,” Cindy said.

“I'll need it,” Quinn said with a nervous laugh.
By the end of Sandi's rebuttal most of the audience had given her their rapt attention. Half of them clapped as she came off the stage.

“Oh, dear! Quinn, would you like to come up for your rebuttal?” Mr. O'Neill asked.

“Of course,” Quinn said as she took up. Cindy, Kristen, Jennifer, Joey, Jeffy, Jamie and Mack gave her encouragement as she passed them. She said “thanks,” to each of them. The eyes of the audience were on her as she went up to the stage...

She paused briefly before beginning.
Again the audience listened to Quinn attentively, even Kevin.
“Go, Quinn. All right!”

Brittany sighed.

Quinn rebutted most of Sandi's rebuttals, before stepping down once more. Most of the audience clapped.

“Now, Sandi will come and give her concluding remark,” Mr. O'Neill said.

Sandi came out again, although she knew that most of the audience was on Quinn's side. 'How could this go so wrong?' she thought. She concluded weakly and stalked back to her seat like a tiger ready to pounce...

She seethed as Mr. O'Neill asked Quinn to go up for her concluding remark.

Quinn once again rebutted the majority of what Sandi had said about Geeks, and the reasons why they shouldn't be popular. She concluded the discussion by saying; “...and that is why Geeks can be popular. Thanks for your time!”

Mr. O'Neill began the standing ovation.

In the midst of that ovation, Sandi ran out of the Coffee House, holding back tears. Tori followed her. 'I hope that she isn't too devastated,' she thought.

Quinn took in the adulation.

Sandi ran from the Coffee House in the direction of her home.
“Sandi! Wait!” Tori called as she exited the Coffee House.

“Why should I, like wait! The Geekendorffer won!”

“Sandi, she may have won now, but there is still much high school left! Besides not everyone was here tonight,” Tori said.

Sandi lit up. “That's right,” she said. She turned back to the Coffee House. A stern expression came onto her face. “You may have, like, won tonight, Morgendorffer! But I will have the last say, and I will be more popular!”

“That's the Sandi Griffin I know!” Tori said.

“Absolutely.” She turned back in the direction that she was ready to go in. “Come, Tori, we must prepare for next month.”

Tori groaned slightly. “Why Sandi? What are we doing next month?” She asked.
“The same thing we will do every month, Tori. Try to take over Lawndale High,” Sandi said with a little humour.

“We don't need to start planning now, and I would like to see what performance was scheduled after your speech.”

“It's only the Misanthropic sister of that Geek. It would be like, almost as bad as Andrea's poem,” Sandi said as she led Tori away from the Coffee House.

“It might not be,” Tori said.

“Let's go anyway,” Sandi said.

Tori followed her away from the Coffee House, in the direction of the Griffin residence.

Hardly anyone saw Sandi, or Tori, run from the Coffee House; only Stacy and Tiffany. Stacy took the opportunity to applaud Quinn.

“Where's Sand-di?” Tiffany asked.

“Who cares!” Stacy said as she applauded Quinn.

Tiffany joined her.

It took a few minutes for the adulation to die down once Quinn returned to her seat. “Guys, guys, that's enough, thanks,” she said.

Once the noise had died down, Jane said; “She was really good.”

“I would never be able to do that,” Jennifer said with slight shake of her head.

“She was in the Highland Middle School debate team,” Daria said as she grabbed her guitar.


“Now our final performance of the evening; a song by Daria Morgendorffer,” Mr. O'Neill said.

Daria started playing.
Melody reflected; What special agent could resist the opportunity to fill a few Bolshevik cemeteries?

Most of the audience wasn't sure what she was singing about, but the tune was good...

Aleesha Nibblett walked out of the Coffee House by herself. 'That was a very interesting discussion,' she thought. She thought that Quinn was interesting. 'Maybe we can be friends?' she pondered.
She continued to think about the debate as she went home. 'Sandi is becoming a mega****' she thought.

Saturday, October 23, 2005

Jake read from the Sun-Herald as Daria and Quinn ate breakfast.

“'Cafe Lawndale is a success'. Isn't that the coffeehouse you were working for?” He asked Daria.

“It is, I have the extra credit,” Daria said.

“School authorities have declared that Lawndale's new young adult Coffee House is a success after an impromtu debate against bullying of geeky students resulted in a few standing ovations. 'The students who participated in the debate wish to remain nameless,' explained Coffee House director Timothy O'Neill, a teacher at Lawndale High."

Quinn smirked breifly before taking another spoonful of cereal.

Helen entered the kitchen at a brisk pace; “Breakfast meeting at the Royalton,” she said as she grabbed a snack and ran.

“But you haven't even tasted my soufflé,” Daria snarked.

“'Cafe Lawndale will remain open to allow students to maximise their potential,' O'Neill said,” Jake said as he continued reading from the paper.

“That's cool,” Quinn said.

“I'll say! It's great that they get a place to 'hang out'.”
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Story 4: Geekery at the Mega-Mall Part 1

Monday, October 25, 2005
“ A hundred miles? To go to a mall? Dammit, there's a mall five minutes away!” Jake Morgendorffer ranted.

“Sit down, dear. We're not going,” His wife, Helen, said, reassuringly.

“Oh, oh!”

“It's not a mall, it's a super mall! The Mall of the Millennium. Everything under one roof. I could spend days there...” their younger teen daughter, Quinn said.

“If you play that John Lennon song backwards, it says, 'Imagine all the people, browsing in a mall.' Isn't that weird?” Quinn's older sister, Daria snarked.

“It's too far away, Quinn, and you've done enough shopping for this quarter,” Helen said. 'All computers all the time. It's all I can do to tear her away from them!' she thought.

Mo-om! As a member of the Computer and Programming Clubs, I have to keep on top of the current trends in computer equipment. Some of that equipment is not available in Lawndale!”

“Computer and Programming Clubs? Did you know that she was in those clubs, Helen?” Jake asked.

“Yes, Jake.”

“The Computer and Programming Clubs? I thought she was in the Anime Club.”

“She is in that club too, Dad!” Daria said, not looking up from her plate of lasagne. 'She is definitely overachieving.

“Say, what do you think of this PDA?” Jake said, as he took his PDA out of his pocket.

Quinn looked at it. “It's quite obsolete, Daddy. You may as well have a Newton,” she said with a slight nervous laugh. “Now, if you drive me to the Mall of the Millennium...”

“No! We're not going to a mall outside the county,” Helen said.

“How will I hold my head up in the Computer and Programming Clubs?” Quinn whined.

“A traction pulley?” Daria snarked.

Quinn turned to her sister. “Just because you're not interested in what's new and up-to-date!”

“Oh, I'm interested. But why go a mere 100 miles away? I bet they have some fascinating malls in Southeast Asia!” Daria said.

“Daria,” Helen said, trying to defuse the situation.

“I wouldn't go that far,” Quinn said.
“Southeast Asia? To go to a mall? Dammit!”

“Sit down, dear. It was a joke,” Helen said.

“Oh!” Jake said.

Quinn ran out of the kitchen.

Quinn entered her room and slammed the door. “Damn it!”

She opened her cellphone and called her friend Kristen Bell. She also noticed that Cindy Robinson-Brolsma was online in the Instant Messenger Screen on her main PC.

She changed her online status from Busy to Annoyed.

Hi, Quinn, what's up?” Kristen asked.

Cindyquill: Hi, what are you annoyed about?

“I can't go to the Mall of the Millennium!”

Geek_princess91: My parents wont let me go to the Mall of the Millennium!

Cindyquill: Oh?

Geek_princess91: I want to get some equipment and software from the Cuter Computer store there. It's the closest store to Lawndale.

“Why would you want to go there? It's quite large. Very easy to get lost.

Cindyquill: There are also Cuter Computer's in Pittsburgh and Richmond.

“I guess so,” Quinn said, thinking. She didn't want to go into Pennsylvania or Virginia though. “I want to buy some stuff from a store there, that isn't available here.” 'And the rest of the chain is much further away!' she thought.

Geek_princess91: I'm not sure.

Cindyquill: If you can't go, you can't go.

Geek_princess91: I would still like to go.

“That would be either an Anime DVD or computer equipment, right?

“Computer equipment. If it were a DVD I would get it from Amazon.”

Cindyquill: Too bad Cuter Computer doesn't have an online store.

That is a good idea, I have been doing that with books for a while now. Too bad you can't get the equipment you want that way.
Geek_princess91: I have heard that they are going to set one up next year, but it wouldn't be quick enough.

Cindyquill: Impatient?


Geek_princess91: Yeah, I like to keep up to date, to keep up with the latest equipment as it becomes available, you know.

Cindyquill: I know

So there is a store in the Mall of the Millennium that sells equipment that's not generally available?


Geek_princess91: I guess I may have to wait, but I don't have to like it!

What is this store called?”

“Cuter Computer.”

Cindyquill: True

And there aren't any closer?”

“No, Cindy said that the next closest are in Richmond and Pittsburgh,” Quinn said with a slight giggle.

Geek_princess91: I would still like to go.

Cindyquill: I am sure you might find a way, just not too soon.

Quinn continued to complain to her friends.

Cindy signed off from the IM messenger. 'Quinn is rather impatient, isn't she,' she thought.
She knew that Quinn was impatient, and spoiled. 'I imagine that she would find a way to get to the Mall of the Millennium.'

Tuesday, October 26, 2005

“In economics, we call this flow. We have a scenario of supply and demand, where a new demand is created by a previous supply. Does everyone follow?” Lawndale High School Economics teacher Diane Bennett said as she tried to teach her sophomore class.
She paused to wait for responses.
“Can anyone give me a concrete representation of this abstract theory?”
There was a long pause. “Daria?” she finally asked.

“If we're talking concrete, I'd have to go with that repository of human greed and debasement: the mall,” she said.

Mrs. Bennett had an idea “Very good, Daria. The mall is a beautiful illustration of these economic principles. In fact, it would make for an excellent field trip.”

“All right! Field Trip!” Kevin Thompson said. “Where are we going, man?” he asked Daria.

“The field.”


“We'll visit the Mall of the Millennium. It's the perfect emblem of a modern day economic structure.”

“Um, I think that's a really bad idea,” Daria said.

“Don't be silly, Daria. It's your idea and it's perfect,” Mrs. Bennett said.

'Her sarcasm is too much for all of the teachers at this school,' Jennifer Burns thought.

“I second Daria. The mall is a dangerous influence on today's teens and the fluorescent lights give you seizures,” Jane Lane said.

Jennifer smiled at Jane's sarcasm.

“We'll take a vote. All in favor of a class trip to the mall this Friday instead of our usual surprise quizz?”

Most of the class raised their hands.

“All opposed?”

Daria, Jane and Jennifer raised their hands.

“This is great! Kevin and I love going to the mall during school,” Brittany said.

Mrs. Bennett frowned.

“I mean, between classes. I mean... what do I mean, babe?” Brittany said, trying to clarify.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Bennett. I can't go to the mall. I have a skin condition,” Daria said, trying to get out of the field trip.

“What are you talking about, Daria?” Mrs. Bennett asked.

“If I'm in an enclosed space for too long, I get hives,” Daria said.

“But you're in an enclosed space now,” Mrs. Bennett said, seeing Daria's excuse for what it was.

“Yes... and I'm really itchy,”
“These hives get bad, Mrs. Bennett, I've seen them, they get really red!” Jane said.

Jennifer nodded as support for Jane's assertion.

Daria glared at her friends.

“Just trying to help,” Jane said.

Daria grumbled.

At lunch the Fashion Club sat at one of the 'popular' tables.
“I have an idea, let's ditch school on Friday and go shopping, like, at that Mall of the Millennium,” Club President Sandi Griffin said.

“Is that such a good idea, Sandi?” Stacy Rowe asked.

Sandi glared at her.


“She does have a point, Sandi. There is a quizz in Home Economics on Friday,” Vice President Tori Jericho said.

“Precisely, like, this early in the year we can afford to miss it!” Sandi said.

“I agree with Sand-di,” Tiffany Blum-Deckler said.

Sandi smiled at Tiffany.

“I guess one quizz won't matter. An opportunity like this won't come up every month,” Tori said.

Stacy mumbled.

“What did you say, Stacy?” Sandi asked.

“I will go to the Mall of the Millennium with you!” Stacy said.

“Excellent,” Sandi said.

After school Quinn walked up to one of her fellow Computer Club members. “Um, Xavier? I'm wondering If you could drive me to the Mall of the Millennium on Friday?”

Xavier Daldon thought for a moment. “Isn't that in southern Delaware?” he asked.

“So?” Quinn asked. 'What's wrong with Delaware? At least it's not Texas...'

“I will have to think about it,” he said.

“You don't have to answer right away,” Quinn said. 'I will give him some time to think about it,' she thought.

“I will give you my answer by Thursday night.”

“Cool,” Quinn said.
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Geekery at the Mega-Mall - Part 2

After school Quinn walked up to one of her fellow Computer Club members. “Um, Xavier? I'm wondering If you could drive me to the Mall of the Millennium on Friday?”

Xavier Daldon thought for a moment. “Isn't that in southern Delaware?” he asked.

“So?” Quinn asked. 'What's wrong with Delaware? At least it's not Texas...'

“I will have to think about it,” he said.

“You don't have to answer right away,” Quinn said. 'I will give him some time to think about it,' she thought.

“I will give you my answer by Thursday night.”

“Cool,” Quinn said.

Jennifer drove Daria and Jane towards Jane's house.
“There's no way we can get out this field trip, is there?” Jennifer asked.

“No,” Jane said.

Daria sighed. “I'm sure it won't work, but I will ask Mrs. Bennet tomorrow to call off the field trip,” Daria said.

“I'm not sure that will work,” Jane said.

“I'm going to ask anyway. I can be quite stubborn,” Daria said.

“We've both seen that,” Jennifer murmured as she turned into the Lane's driveway.

Wednesday, October 27, 2005
Quinn entered the Programming Club meeting, followed by Wolfgang Shuhardt “I could drive you to the Mall of the Millennium, Quinn,” he said.

“How did you know about that?” Quinn asked with surprise.

“I was talking to Xavier in Computer Studies, he mentioned that you had asked if he would drive you there,” Wolfgang said.

“Oh?” Quinn asked. 'He should really have not told Wolfgang,' she thought.

“He said that he wasn't sure that he would go.”

“If you can take me that would be great!” Quinn said.

“I'll see if I can borrow my mother's car.”

“You can get back to me by tomorrow night,” Quinn said. 'Cool,' she thought, hoping that Wolfgang's mother's car was something relatively new (or a classic like Jennifer's).

“I hope I will be able to.”

After school, Daria knocked on the faculty office door. The head history teacher, Mr. Anthony DeMartino, opened the door. “Ms. Morgendorffer, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he said.

“Is Mrs. Bennett here?”

“She is, I'll send her out.”

Mrs. Bennett soon came out.
“What is it, Daria?” she asked.

Why are we going on a field trip to the Mall of the Millennium?” Daria asked.

“I stated the reasons in class,” Mrs. Bennett said.

“Yes, but there are Malls much closer,” Daria said.

“Malls that you are familiar with, Daria. Take a chance, make a small mistake, but minimise the mess, we're going on the field trip.

Daria tried to argue.
“Is it the place of the school to preach the consumerism aspect of our culture?”

“I don't know what you mean, Daria,” Mrs. Bennett said.

“I mean what I said, Mrs. Bennett!” Daria said.

“And so Mrs. Bennett wouldn't change her mind. The only way I can think of to make a real protest would be to blog about it,” Daria said as she and her two friends ate Pizza at the Pizza King.

“Absolutely,” Jane said.

“But there would be no way for it to get on Slashdot. Although maybe Technorati,” Jennifer said quietly.

“Somehow, I don't think it's meme-worthy enough,” Daria said.

“So, we're going to the Mall of the Millennium. No big deal,” Jane said.

“It just won't be enjoyable,” Daria said.

“I agree with that,” Jennifer said as she took a bite of pizza.

As Stacy went to bed she wondered what the trip to the Mall of the Millennium on Friday would be like. 'I hope Sandi will allow me to shop where I want!' she thought as she went to sleep.

Thursday, October 28, 2005
Quinn entered Mr Fun's Games, Cafe and Internet Cafe 15 minutes after leaving school. “Quinn?” Koichi 'Rob' Robazaki asked.

“Yeah?” Quinn asked.

“I can take you to the Mall of the Millennium, Quinn,” Rob said.

“How did you know about that?” Quinn asked, surprised. 'Does everyone know that I'm going to the Mall of the Millennium?'
“Jenna told me,” Rob said.

“I should have guessed,” Quinn said, knowing that Jenna and Rob were close. (How close, she wasn't sure.)

“Yeah,” Rob said.

“I'm still waiting to hear from a couple other people,” Quinn said.

“Ok, who?” Rob asked.

“You don't need to know,” Quinn said.

“I don't?” Rob asked with a frown.

“I will hear back from them tonight. I will give you a call if I don't,” Quinn said.

“That's cool,” Rob said as Quinn went towards one of the arcade machines.

Later that night, Quinn waited for Wolfgang and/or Xavier to call whilst doing her homework.
The clock on her Windows PC changed to 10:00.
She stood up. “Ugh! I will have to call Rob, after-all,” she said as she grabbed her cell phone.

Hi, is this Quinn?

“Yeah, Koichi?”

Yeah, Quinn?

“You can take me to the Mall of the Millennium tomorrow.”

That would be very good, Quinn.

“I would like to leave Lawndale by 8:30, so there will be plenty of time for shopping when we get there.”

That is ok. I usually leave home by 8:00, so I will be at your place by 8:15 at the latest,” Rob said.

“Cool,” Quinn said.

I will see you in the morning,” Rob said.

“See you then, bye,” Quinn said, and hung up. She then continued her homework.

Ten minutes later, the cell phone rang. “Who could this be?” she said prior to taking the call. “Hello?”

Hi, Quinn, it's Wolfgang.”

Quinn moved the cell phone from her ear and covered the microphone with her hand “Oh, dear!” she said. She then placed it back at her ear. “Um, I have already arranged with Koichi to go to the Mall of the Millennium with him.”

Oh!” Wolfgang's voice sounded slightly hurt.

“You're welcome to come with us if you want,” Quinn said, with a slight agitated giggle.

What are your plans?

“Koichi is going to pick me up at 8:15 and be out of Lawndale by 8:30,” Quinn said.

“Ok,” Wolfgang said.

“We could pick you up, it wouldn't do to have your car parked on the street near my house all day.”

No problem there, your house isn't that far from mine. I can walk.

“Are you sure. We could go by your place.”

I'm sure.

“Cool, I'll see you at 8:10 then?”

Wolfgang agreed and hung up. Quinn hoped that the situation wouldn't go out of hand. As she placed the phone down it rang again. 'I guess that this is Xavier!' she thought with slight agitation. “Hello?”

Quinn, I hope I am not too late!” Xavier said.

“Depends how you define 'too late.'”

I am too late, aren't I?

“Yeah, you are, Xavier, but you can still come with if you still want to skip school,” Quinn said sweetly.

That would be good. What time can I come around?

“About eight, but not any later.”

About eight?


I can do that.

“Cool,” Quinn said.

So, who is picking you up?” Xavier asked.


They talked for a few more minutes. Quinn then reflected on the situation.

Friday, October 29, 2005
Quinn saw Daria leave the house at 7:50, heading towards Jane's house, from one of her bedroom windows. She had heard her parents leaving for work earlier. She then left the room to get breakfast.

Xavier found the Morgendorffer's house at 8:00. 'Eleven-Eleven, this is the place. Quite a large house,' he thought. He rang the doorbell.

Quinn opened it soon afterwards. “Hi, Xavier, the others aren't here yet,. You can come in and wait,” she said.

“Sure, Quinn,” he said. He stepped inside and took in the sight of the large living room...

Wolfgang arrived at Quinn's house slightly early. He knocked on the door. Quinn opened it “Hi, Wolfgang, we're just waiting on Koichi now,” she said.

“How soon?” Wolfgang asked as he came inside. He saw Xavier watching the news on the TV. “Hi.”

“Five to Ten minutes,” Quinn said.

“Cool,” Quinn said.

At 8:25 Koichi drove his mother's SUV out of Lawndale on Maryland State Route 276. Quinn was sitting in the passenger seat and Xavier and Wolfgang were in the back. “We should be at the Mall of the Millennium by 11:00 at the latest, Quinn,” he said.

“Very good, but it would be good idea to keep the radio on to listen for traffic conditions,” Quinn said.

“Sure, Quinn,” Rob said.

At 8:35 the Fashion Club also left Lawndale on the same route, being driven by a male victim escort.
“Why did we have to do this again?” Stacy asked.

“Because, we had to take up this opportunity!” Sandi said.

“Right!” Stacy said.

“I don't think that answers the question, Sandi,” Tori said.

“I think It does, Tor-ri,” Sandi said.

Tori grumbled.
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Geekery at the Mega-Mall - Part 3

Maryland/Delaware Border
The Fashion Club stopped at a gas station immediately on the Delaware side of the border.
“Why are we stopping here?” Sandi asked.

“We need gas!” Guy, the Fashion Club's driver, said.

“Didn't you fill it up back in Lawndale, like, before you picked us up?” Sandi asked.

“No, you were insistant on leaving so quickly!”

“Right! I'll fill it then!” Sandi said. She went to the bowser herself.

Guy drove the car away from the gas station.
“You didn't have to fill the car up,” Guy said.

Sandi turned to him “I want to get to the Mall of the Millennium as soon as possible, like with a minium of delay. We have already been in rush hour traffic, like back in Baltimore!”

“Right,” Guy said, his eyes on the road.

Crossbro, 30 Mi
Crossbro, Delaware
Rob drove carefully as they approached the edge of the Mall of the Millennium's outer parking lots.
“It's going to take a while to find a park and to walk in,” he said.

“Of course,” Wolfgang said.

“I know,” Quinn said.

“I will park in the first one I find,” Rob said.

“That would be best,” Quinn said.

“I agree,” Wolfgang said.

Xavier looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was 10:45. 'I has to be all that traffic in Baltimore. The radio didn't really help,' he thought.

It took a while for Koichi to find a space.

At 11:00 Sandi stalked ahead of the Fashion Club into the Mall of the Millennium's main entrance. 'If you hadn't been late, Stacy, we would not have been, like, caught in Rush Hour traffic on the way through Baltimore!”

“I said I was sorry!” Stacy said.

Sandi glared at Stacy.

Guy sighed.

“And if we hadn't needed more gas!” Sandi said to Guy.

“I did say I'm sorry!” he said.

Sandi just gave him a look of disapproval.

At 11:15 the Economics class had just entered the Mall and were already lost...
“We're in area B, section Pink, and we need to get to area C, section Orange. So, if we just bear right at area L, section Blue... oh, wait, sorry. Wrong level,” Mrs. Bennett said, trying to get the class out of the predicament.
Kevin noticed an interesting store. “Look, Mack Daddy! The Sports Shorts! A whole store full of shorts for sports!”

“Uh-huh,” Mack said, too tired to try to tell Kevin to not call him by that nickname. 'Why doesn't he get it through his thick head already!'

“Everyone, we'll walk down R Moss, and turn right at Q Canary. Please keep the flow, people, please keep the flow,” Mrs. Bennett said.

“I could find the way if she let me have the map,” Jennifer whispered to Jane.

“Maybe,” Jane said with a shrug.

“Who would ever guess there'd be so many colors? The person who thought them all up must be a genius,” Brittany said.

“Yeah, and we haven't even gotten to puke green yet,” Jane said. She glanced at Daria, who still looked queasy from the bus trip. “Oh, yeah.”

“I hope we find the executives soon,” Jennifer said.

“Why?” Daria asked.

“So we can get out of this boredom,” Jennifer said.

'That makes sense,' Daria thought.

“Left at N Cranberry. Wait, is that cranberry or magenta? Jane, you're an artist,” Mrs. Bennett asked, unsure of the colors.

“It's cranapple,” Jane said.

'Very difficult to tell,' Mack thought.

Charles Rutthimer III, otherwise known as Upchuck, noticed a store that piqued his purient interest. “Mrs. B? Can we please stop for a minute at Bikini Island? I'd like to buy a few trifles for the ladies, and perhaps you'd care to pick out something for yourself?”

“Not now, Charles. We'll be late for our meeting with the mall executives. I had to work very hard to arrange this. These are very important, very busy...” Mrs. Bennett trailed off as she was distracted by something that piqued her own interest.

“What is it, Mrs. B?” Upchuck asked.

Mrs. Bennet ran over to a store and looked in. “The Fuzzy Wuzzy Wee-Bit Shop! Herbert and I collect Fuzzy Wuzzy Wee Bits! Aren't they adorable? Look, a Fuzzy Wuzzy Wee Bits cactus! And look at that little bunny rabbit with its own Fuzzy Wuzzy carrot!”

“Great!” Daria said.

They soon found themselves in a conference room.
“... And of course, when you go to the mall, you look for what?” One of the Mall Executives asked the class.

“Bikinis! Make that lovely, luscious, ladies in bikinis!” Upchuck said.

'Of course he would say that!' Jennifer thought with a slight shake of her head.

“I always look for security guards leading away someone in handcuffs. Shoplifters are the best judges of merchandise,” Jane said.

“I agree. If it's so good that people want to steal it, I want it,” Jennifer said, quietly after exchanging a look with Jane.

“I meant more along the line of the qualities you look for? The stores? What should they be like?” the Executive asked, trying to get the conversation away from the topic of shoplifting.

'Easy to browse,' Jennifer thought.

“I have a question. Do you think our demographic can really be addressed by middle-aged middle managers telling us what's fun to buy?” Jodie asked.

The executives looked at each other. It was clear that they didn't expect a student with critical thinking skills to be on the field trip. One of them turned to Daria. “How about you? How many times a year do you go to the mall?”

Daria looked annoyed. “That's none of your business. By the way, don't people usually get paid for participating in market research?”

“Research?” the executive askd in a strangled voice.

“Now, Daria, these busy executives have been nice enough to give their time to help educate us on mall economics,” Mrs. Bennett said. “Tell us about flow, would you?”

Daria leaned between her two friends and pointed to where Brittany was still prancing and making cheer moves. “I bet that's a two-way mirror.”

“Possibly,” Jennifer said.

“You mean, if you turn out the lights you can see through it?” Jane asked as she reached back towards a light switch.

Jennifer shrugged slightly.

“Oh, you don't want to do that!” one of the executives said.

Jane turned off the lights. The students could then see three observers through the glass wall. They murmered amongst themselves.

“This is wrong!” Mack said.

“The focus group is, um, a very important tool in mall management. We thought that with this live demonstration...” One of the executives began. He was interuppted by Jodie.

“I feel used. I feel abused. I feel that this is not a fun mall after all and the media should be made aware of it!”

The executive changed tack. “All right, little lady.” He reached into his pocket. “Here's a coupon for a free frozen yogurt.”

“Don't insult me,” Jodie said with her arms crossed.

The executive reached into his pocket again. “Make it a ten dollar merchandise coupon?”

'You're doing it wrong,' Jennifer thought.

“You're still insulting her,” Jane said.

One of the other executives held out two handfuls or coupons. “Okay, a twenty dollar merchandise coupon for everyone in the class.”

“You don't get it. There's a principle involved,” Daria said.

“No, there isn't,” Jodie said as she joined most of the other students.

“So much for idealistic youth,” Jennifer said.

“Yes, there is, damn it!” Daria said. She clenched her fists and moved towards the executives. She quickly found herself being held back by her two friends.

“Whoa there, Daria, cool down!” Jane said.

“Getting into a 'tussle' with the Mall Executives would not prove anything,” Jennifer said. 'It certainly wouldn't!'

Daria calmed down and sat.

“How about a fifty dollar coupon for you, little lady?”

“Don't insult me,” Daria said, repeating Jodie's line from earlier.

The executive held out another coupon. “One hundred dollars, final offer.”

“I'll take it,” Daria said.

“What got into you?” Mrs. Bennett asked.

“Integrity,” Daria said.

“Good answer,” Jennifer said.

After having looked through other stores, Quinn and her entourage finally found the Cuter Computer store.
“Finally,” she said.

“There is a lot of stuff here,” Wolfgang said as he looked in.

“Of course,” Quinn said.

“What are you getting first?” Xavier asked.

Quinn started walking to the software aisles. “Apparently they have Photoshop Elements 4 on sale,” she said.

“But didn't that just come out this month?” Wolfgang asked.

“Yes,” Quinn said.

“Interesting,” Koichi said.

Quinn soon found it. “Here it is, Adobe Photoshop Elements 4.” She saw that it was 10% off. She picked it up and handed the package to Wolfgang.

“You are going to make us carry all the stuff?” he asked.

“Of course not! I will be carrying some of it,” Quinn said.

The sophomore economics students looked at the coupons that they had received.

“Cuter Computer, for all things to do with Computers. Aw, man!” Kevin said after looking at his coupon.

“Books by the Ton. Interesting, maybe they could have business related stuff there,” Mack said after looking at his.

Upchuck looked at his coupon “Incensory, for all your incense and related pagan worship needs! I don't have any use for this!”

“Drat!” Andrea Hecuba said as she overheard Upchuck.

“The Doo Dad Shop? What's a Doo Dad anyway?” Jane said.

“Sports Shorts! I don't have any use for shorts for sports!” Daria said.

“Sissor Wizard?” Jennifer said purplexed.

“Probably a store full of sissors,” Jane said.

“Such a store would be quite useless,” Jennifer said.

“Daria, Jen and Jane, you'll observe traffic patterns at the food concessions, and Kevin and Brittany, you will study and report back on shrinkage,” Mrs. Bennett directed.

“What's shrinkage?” Kevin asked.

“Shrinkage is the retailing term for shoplifting. I'd like you to analyze its economic impact. Does everyone else understand their assignments?”

The class murmered in assent.

“Now, we'll meet back here at quarter to three. Remember, area F, section Moss, level three. Got it? F Moss Three.”

Daria, Jane and Jennifer walked away as Mrs. Bennett and Kevin talked about a mnemonic device that he was going to use.

“Where to we start?” Jennifer asked.

“Sissor Wizard, I can actually use a new pair of scissors,” Jane said.

“Of course,” Jennifer said.
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Geekery at the Mega-Mall - Part 4
Back at Cuter Computer, Quinn and her entourage had gathered much software and hardware. “Have you got everything yet?” Xavier asked when a packet of 1 GB USB flash drives fell of the pile of stuff he was carrying. He put the pile aside and picked the packet up before hefting the pile again.

“Almost,” Quinn said as she took a copy of Age of Empires III off the shelf.

“Were going to need a trolley,” Wolfgang said.

“We'll find the Walmart and borrow a trolley from there, after we're finished here,” Quinn said.
“Great!” Xavier said.

“Here it is, Angejarni,” Sandi said, having located the Fashion Label's store on D Moss 2.

“Why are we here?” Stacy asked.

“Sta-cy, Angejarni is, like heavily featured in Waif,” Sandi said.

“Let's browse,” Tori said. Tiffany followed her in.

“Come on Stacy,” Sandi said.

Stacy sighed and followed Sandi into the store.

Daria and her friends found Book by the Ton, which was larger than an usual outlet of that chain.
“That's a large bookstore!” Jane said.

“Come on, I'd rather be here than anywhere else in the Mall,” Daria said.

“Sure,” Jennifer said. They went into the bookstore.

Quinn, Xavier, Wolfgang and Koichi left Cuter Computer, with the three boys carrying most of the hardware.
'Great! Why did I have to pay nearly a hundred dollars for a share of Quinn's stuff?' Xavier wondered. He saw that the three of them had paid for just over half of the price of the computer equipment. 'I hope she pays it back...'

“Right, the Walmart should be in C Orange Four,” Quinn said as they started moving away from the store.

“That doesn't sound right,” Wolfgang said.

“Oh?” Quinn asked.

“It was something else,” Xavier said as he thought.

“I think it was B Amber Five,” Wolfgang said.

“Or was it D Tangerine Three?” Koichi said.

“One of those. Look for that general shade of color, then for the number,” Quinn said.

“I think the shade of color is multiple floor spanning,” Koichi said.

“Then we will look for the number and then the shade of color,” Quinn said.

“That will work,” Xavier said.

As they left the vicinity of Cuter Computer they didn't notice the Fashion Club coming out of Angejarni in the other direction...

Guy exited the fashion label store carrying all of the Fashion Club's purchases (although he had noticed that Stacy had bought the least stuff). 'Why can't they carry their stuff themselves?' he asked himself.

“Where are we going now?” Tori asked.

“I'm sure there are other label stores here, Let's look for them,” Sandi said.

“Suurrre,” Tiffany said.

“Okay!” Stacy said.

“A great idea, Sandi,” Tori said.

“Absolutely,” Sandi said.

Daria, Jennifer and Jane met Mack as they left the bookstore.
“I thought I would see if there is a large business section,” he said.

“And you got the coupon,” Jane said.

“There's that too,” Mack said.

“I didn't see any, but then I only looked at the fiction, history, music and philosophy sections,” Daria said.

“Oh,” Mack said.

“There is one there, I found it as I looked at the Computer section,” Jennifer said quietly.

“Thanks,” Mack said.

Jennifer gave a small smile.

'Of course,' Daria thought.

“Let's find Sissor World,” Jane suggested.

“Sure,” Jennifer said.

“See ya's,” Mack said as he went into the bookstore. Jennifer waved.

They soon found said store, and found that it was a hair salon.
“This is unexpected,” Jane said.

Jennifer walked up to the counter.

“You got here just in time,” one of the hairdressers said. She looked at Jane and Daria “You're almost in time.”

“I have this coupon,” Jennifer said, shyly as the hair dresser started leading her to a chair. “But I just wanted a pair of scissors,” she objected.

“We don't sell scissors, we cut hair. Which show?”

“What?” Jennifer asked, slightly confused and starting to back out. 'This isn't good,' she thought. She wanted out of the situation.

“Which TV show do you want your style from? Most of our clients go for a sitcom. Personally I think you would look good without your hair over your face.”

“Um, I like my hair the way it is!” Jennifer said. 'I don't want a cut here, in an unfamiliar place!' she thought.

“Keep your scissors away from her hair,” Daria said.

'Thanks, Daria.'

“She means it,” Jane said.

“I could just style it. Choose a show and I will style it that way.”

“Have you heard of Sick Sad World?” Jane asked.

Jennifer frowned. 'Not a good idea, Jane!'

The hairdresser frowned. “I saw an episode once. It was just too weird!”

“That was scary. Although it was nice of her to exchange the coupon for cash,” Jennifer said after they had left Sissor Wizard.

“My stomach is grumbling. Let's participate in the food court traffic pattern,” Daria said.

“Sure,” Jennifer siad.

“Sure, then afterwards we can find out what a Doo Dad is!” Jane said.

“Certainly,” Jennifer said.

Daria's stomach grumbled loudly.

With Wolfgang pushing a Walmart trolley full of computer equipment, Quinn and her friends approached one of the food courts for lunch. “How many outlets are there?” Xavier asked.

“Too many,” Koichi said.

“Not sure,” Quinn said.

Daria, Jane and Jennifer went to the end of a line in front of a take away pizza outlet.

'Wait a minute, that short haired redhead looks familiar,' Jennifer thought. She quickly tapped said redhead on the shoulder...

Quinn felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. She quickly turned around to find Jennifer, with Daria and Jane standing behind her. “Uh, oh.”

“Well. What an unexpected opportunity for sibling bonding,” Daria said.

“I'm going to be sick,” Quinn said.

“Is that, like, a family thing?” Jane asked.

“What's that Quinn?” Wolfgang asked.

“It's my sister and her friends.”

“Oh, the sophomore Economics class field trip,” Xavier said.

“ You knew about this?” Quinn asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” Xavier said sheepishly.

Quinn turned back to Daria and her friends.

“Sorry,” Jennifer said.

Quinn gave her a smile, showing that she had no hard feelings towards her.

“I'm sure Mom and Dad will be really pleased to hear I ran into you. Here at the mall. On this lovely school day!” Daria said flatly.

“State your terms, Daria,”

“It's weird. The only thing I can think of is more of our download allowance,” Daria said.

“You wouldn't!” Quinn said.

Daria smirked.

“You would.”

“There is an alternative,” Daria said.

Quinn sighed. “What is this alternative?”

“I wouldn't mind taking it easy around the house for a month,” Daria said.

“That seems a bit exorbitant,” Jennifer murmered.

“It does, doesn't it. A month, Daria?”

“Or you can just never set foot inside a mall for the rest of your sorry adolescent life. And a ride back to the Suburban hell known as Lawndale would be appreciated too,” Daria said.

“Oh really?” Quinn asked.

“Uh, oh,” Jennifer said, backing off. Jane, Xavier, Wolfgang and Koichi backed off also as the Morgendorffers began to argue about their deal for never mentioning the trip to the Mall of the Millennium at home...

After five minutes, Daria and Quinn came to an agreement. “Here's the deal, I will do most of Daria's chores for a month, She gets an additional 20 megabytes a month and we will take her, Jane and Jennifer back to Lawndale with us,” Quinn said.

“It'll be a tight squeeze, but we can manage it,” Koichi said. He looked at the equipment. “Even with the equipment.”

“Has to be better than the bus,” Jane said.

Jennifer gave a small smile.

“I certainly won't get sick,” Daria said.

“Well, well. If it isn't like, the Geekendorffer!” Sandi said as she approached, with the rest of the Fashion Club behind her.

“Of course she would be here!” Quinn said. “Murphy's Law and all.”

“Uh, oh!” Jennifer said, remembering the happenings at the coffee house.

“I see you skipped school too!” Sandi said.

“Only for today,” Quinn said with a hard edge to her voice.

Sandi looked at the trolley filled with equipment. “Only you would like, go to a Mega-Mall for computer equipment,” she said.

“I'm sure others would!” Quinn said in retaliation.

Sandi stepped closer to Quinn. “No they wouldn't!” Sandi said.

“I would,” Jennifer said.

“What did, like, Burnout Girl, say?” Sandi asked.

'Not a good idea, Sandi!' Wolfgang thought.

Jane and Tori stepped back further and Stacy ran off to a nearby table.

“I hate that name!” Jennifer exclaimed.

“She said that she would also go to a Mega-mall for computer equipment,” Jane said.

“None or your business anyway,” Daria said.

“Whatever!” Sandi said. She turned her attention back to Quinn “Now, Geekendorffer, tell me why you think that you can be popular!”

Quinn glared at Sandi “You already know that. My whole side of the debate at the Coffee House!”

Sandi stared at Quinn.

Quinn stared back.

“This is going nowhere,” Tori said with some exhasperation.

“Oh really, then perhaps you can ask her, as President of the Fashion Club!”

“No Sandi, I wouldn't replace you, but this confrontation is going nowhere,” Tori said.

Jennifer timidly moved beside Quinn in a show of support. Wolfgang also moved next to her.

Sandi glared at Jennifer, who, after a few seconds, ducked behind Quinn.

Jane quickly replaced her. 'You are not getting away with what you'r attempting,' Jane thought as she added to Quinn and Wolfgang's stares upon Sandi.

After approximately four minutes Sandi and the rest of the Fashion Club left the food court. “Why are weee leaving?” Tiffany asked.

“After failing to make the Geekendorffer see sense, I like, decided to leave, and try again at a different time,” Sandi said.

“That's not what I remember,” Stacy said. Sandi glared at her. “Eep!”

'She's right, Sandi!' Tori thought.

“But I'm still hungry,” Tiffany said.

“Tiffany, dear, one good thing about a Mall the size of this one is that there are like, multiple food courts,” Sandi said.

'Thank goodness,' Stacy thought.

“That was strange,” Jennifer said as she watched the Fashion Club and Guy leave.

“Don't worry about it,” Daria said.

Jane turned to Quinn. “Where do we meet before we leave?” she asked.

“D Lavender Five, it's close to the secondary entrance,” Quinn said.

“You got that?” Daria asked.

“There's nothing to it,” Jane said.

“Easy to remember,” Jennifer said.

The two groups then got their lunch before going their separate ways.
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Geekery at the Mega Mall - Part 5
Quinn reflected on the situation. 'Why is it that, Sandi has to oppose the notion of a geek like me being popular so stridently?' She had thought about it quite a lot since the opening night of the Coffee House. She hadn't come to any conclusion. One thing was certain, she and Sandi were likely to remain enemies for the rest of their high school years...

She also thought abou the situation with Daria. Their relationship seemed to be getting better, Jane and Jennifer having a positive influence. There discussion/arguement about the terms of her silence of the matter of her having skipped school may have been longer even a couple of weeks before.

“What's up, Quinn?” Wolfgang asked as he finished his burger.

“Just thinking about what just happened,” Quinn said as she sipped her diet soda.

“You mean with Sandi?”

Quinn nodded.

“She'll get over it,” Wolfgang said.

“I'm not sure she will,” Quinn said.

“Eventually,” Wolfgang said.

Daria, Jane and Jennifer soon found the Doo Dad shop. “ What is this stuff?” Jane asked, looking at the contents of the store in dismay.

“Who would buy such crappy, useless junk?” Daria asked.

“It definitely looks that way,” Jennifer said.

“Then this coupon is useless!” Jane said.
Kevin and Brittany then come out of the store. Kevin was singing Hundred bottles of beer on the wall.

“Did you see the cute little thingy with the cute thingy?” Brittany asked.

“I got it for you, babe.”

“Oh, Kev, this is the first cute thingy that you've bought me since... wait... you didn't steal this, did you?” Brittany asked.

“It was shrinkage, babe!” Kevin said.

“Oo-ooh!” Brittany dragged her boyfriend back into the store.

Jennifer, Jane and Daria then entered the store. As Jane entered a bell went off. The staff rushed up to her. “When your feeling bad or mad or sad, buy a doo dad! You'll feel glad! It's not too sad, to buy a doo dad, today!”

Jennifer glared at the staff.

“What are you doing to our friend?” Daria asked.

One of the staff gave Jane an armfull of merchandise. “ You're our lucky ten-thousandth customer. All these doo dads are yours for free!”

Jane glared at him.

“Don't you get it? You're our winner!” the staff member said.

“I get it, but I don't want this stuff. What is it for anyway?” Jane said.

“You collect it,” the staff member said. The other staff members gathered around them, and a photographer took a photo of the group.

“Look, I came here because I got a twenty dollar coupon, but since I got accosted by the staff, I'm just going to leave it on the counter and leave!” Jane said.

“Why didn't you say so?” one of the staff said. She immediately piled additional 'doo dads' on the pile that Jane already held.

“Look! I'm not leaving with either this stuff or the coupon,” Jane said.

“Neither am I,” Daria said when the staff turned to her.

“Nor I,” Jennifer said.

One of the staff went behind the counter. “Here is a twenty in exchange for the coupon,” she said.

Jane dumped the pile of 'Doo-Dads' on the counter alongside the coupon, grabbed the twenty and dashed out of the store.

Daria and Jennifer quickly followed her.

Brittany placed the 'Doo Dad' that Kevin had 'Shrinkaged' back on the shelf. “No more, Shrinkage, Kevie!” she said.

“But Babe, Mrs. Bennett wants us to do it!” Kevin said.

Brittany glared at him. “No, Kevie, She meant something else!”

“Really, then what?”

Brittany twirled her hair in thought. “To examine its effect on something,” she said.


“Its impact on economic performance?”


Andrea waited outside the Insensory store for Upchuck. 'He had better come and go quickly!' she thought. Then Upchuck turned a nearby corner and approached her.

“You said you wanted to swap coupons, you feisty maiden of darkness?” he said, sleaze dripping off most of his words.

“Yes, you creepy casanova!” She held out the coupon that she had been given, hoping to get this encounter over with!

Upchucked grabbed that coupon and immediately placed the Insensory coupon into the palm of her other hand. Andrea then dashed into the store with a rather hasty and barely audible “Thanks.”


Jodie and Mack met one of the food courts. Mack could see tht Jodie had bought a large number of books. More than he had bought with his Books by the Ton coupon. 'I guess there is another bookstore in this Mall,' he thought.

“Hi, Mack.”

“Hi, Jodie.”

“So you used your coupon?” Jodie asked.

“Yeah, I figured that I may as well,” Mack said.

“Cool,” Jodie said.

“Which coupon did you get?” Mack asked.
“Toy Universe.”

They continued talking about their experiences at the mega-mall.

Daria, Jane and Jennifer entered the D Lavender Five section. They could see that Quinn and her male companions were waiting for them.

“Hi, Daria,” Quinn said.

“Let's go, I want to get as far away from this Mall as possible,” Daria said.

“Sure,” Quinn said.

“What are you going to do with all that stuff?” Jennifer asked as they headed towards the exit.

“And how are you going to sneak it all inside, without your parents noticing?” Wolfgang asked.

“With luck, only Daddy will be home,” Quinn said with a nervous laugh. “I'll take it all into the garage, and then take it up to my room slowly.”

“You mean, through the lawndry chute?” Daria asked.

“Some of it, yes,” Quinn said.

“That would take a long time,” Jane said, with an eyebrow raised.

“I'll just wait until neither of them are home, then take the rest up,” Quinn said as the group reached the exit.

Mrs. Bennett did a head count as the class re-entered the bus to go back to Lawndale. “Oh dear, we're three short!” she said.

“Jane said that she, Jennifer and Daria were heading back to Lawndale with another group of Lawndale High kids,” Jodie said.

“She also said that the bus made Daria sick,” Mack said.

“Oh, OK,” Mrs. Bennett said.

Koichi drove the large group back into Lawndale on State Route 276 at 4:40.

“Where to first?” he asked.

“My place, 111 Howard Drive,” Jane said.

“Sure, but that's on the other side of town,” Koichi said.

“We can drop someone else off on the way,” Jane said with a shrug.

“I need to get my car from the school,” Jennifer said.

“There you go,” Jane said.

“Sure,” Koichi said.

They arrived at Xavier's house, at 83 Nicoll Avenue, first. “Bye, Quinn, thanks for letting me come,” he said.

“That's ok,” Quinn said with a slight laugh.

After leaving Xavier's house they went towards Lawndale High, so that Jennifer could get her car...

Jennifer waved as she went to her car. “Bye.”

After Jane was dropped off at Casa Lane, they then went to the Morgendorffer's house.
Neither of the Morgendorffer parents were home, so Koichi backed up the SUV to the garage door, which Quinn then opened.
“Ok, just unload it all on that bench over there,” she directed.

“Sure, Quinn,” Wolfgang said.

“Ok,” Xavier said.

Daria went through the garage to the dining room as the boys started unloading the computer equipment.

Koichi watched as Xavier and Wolfgang walked away after having said goodbye to Quinn. He turned back to Quinn. “Thanks for the trip, Quinn, it was fun,” he said.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Quinn said with a giggle.

“Definitely. Anyway, I must get home, my parents will be wondering, see ya, Quinn,” Koichi said. He got into the car.


Later that night, Sandi pondered on the situation that she had found herself in earlier that day. Did she act immature when she had encountered that annoyingly popular geek at the Mall of the Millennium?

Flashback – Mall of the Millennium
Sandi, and the others in the Fashion Club walked away from the food court where they had encountered the Morgendorffer sisters and their friends.
The Fashion Club sat a table after they had bought their lunches.

“Sandi, I think you could have handled that confrontation better,” Tori said.

“Oh, Really? What do you mean?” Sandi asked, annoyed at Tori.
“You didn't act like the mature teenager you are, you acted more like either of your brothers would have,” Tori said.

Sandi stared at Tori.

Stacy slid down in her seat.

“Gee, Tori, you like insulting me don't you?”

Tori stared Sandi in the eye. “I'm not insulting you, Sandi, I'm telling you what I saw.”

Sandi stared back.

Tori continued staring.

“Fine! But that geek, like, deserved it!”

Tori shook her head. “If you keep it up, your popularity will continue its downward slide. Quinn is totally catching up on you,” she said.

Sandi crossed her arms. “I suppose.”

Tori sighed.

The Fashion Club continued eating their lunch in silence.

End of Flashback

Sandi stared at herself in the mirror and frowned. 'I suppose that I did act immature.' She thought for a few minutes before deciding to stay away from Quinn and leave her alone. 'The novelty of a popular geek will go away and there will be nothing she could do about it!'
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Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)
Installment 5: Morgendorffers vs. Amazon Part 1
Monday, November 7, 2005
Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane and Jennifer Burns were watching Sick Sad World in Daria's bedroom.

An encyclopedia is an unusual product for a supermodel to promote, isn't it?” the SSW reporter asked a supermodel in skimpy clothing.

But you see, what's different about my encyclopedia is you only buy the letters you find attractive. And it's got big margins to draw your own pictures! How do you call them? Margins, yes?”

You say you wrote every word yourself...”

Yes, I did!” the supermodel said.

That's interesting.”


“I've said it before, I'll say it again: you have the coolest room,” Jane said.

“I agree,” Jennifer said.

“It's got pros and cons. You can't hurt yourself in here, but you can't hurt anybody else in here, either,” Daria said.

Jane got up from where she was scketching on the bed and walked over to the wall between the closet and the music set up. She pressed against the padding. “I wish there'd been a schizophrenic shut-in living in our house before we moved in. Of course, we've got Trent there now. That's almost the same thing,” she said.

“Is it?” Jennifer asked.

“Well he's narcoleptic,” Jane conceded.

“I suppose,' Jennifer said under her breath.

“My mother's threatening to redecorate again. Every time she brings it up, I stumble and grab a handrail. But I think she's catching on,” Daria said.

“You need to stumble somewhere else in the house. Cut yourself badly. She'll reconsider,” Jane said sarcastically.

'Not really,' Jennifer thought. “Or say that your music would sound rather louder without the padding,” she said.

“Thanks for your help,” Daria said.

Jennifer gave a small smile.
Next on Sick, Sad World: the Malibu Primate Diet .”

“Like anyone would replicate the eating habits of apes?” Jennifer asked quietly.

“Are you sure?” Jane asked.

“Not even Kevin.”

“Maybe,” Daria said.

As Jennifer drove home, she gave Daria's sister Quinn's friend Cindy Brolsma a lift home.

“Thanks for taking me home,” Cindy said as Jennifer pulled out of the Morgendorffer family's driveway.

“That's quite alright,” Jennifer said.

“You know, Daria, right?” Cindy asked.

“Somewhat, I know Jane more,” Jennifer said.

“That's mostly what Quinn said a few weeks ago. I thought it might have changed,” Cindy said.

“It hasn't,” Jennifer said.

“Oh,” Cindy said, as Jennifer turned off Glen Oaks Lane.

“Did you have a pont?”

“Yeah, do you know why Daria is hostile towards Quinn?”

Jennifer was silent for a moment as she thought. “She hasn't said anything,” she said.

“Quinn hasn't either,” Cindy said as she thought.

“So, what were you doing tonight?” Jennifer asked.

“We watched a couple episodes of One Piece.

“That's the pirate anime, right?” Jennifer asked, wondering.

“Yeah, about this boy who wants to be King of the Pirates.”

“Sounds cool.”

“The way Quinn described it, yes, and those episodes support that,” Cindy said.

Jennifer smiled as she turned another corner.

Cindy pondered the situation as the Beetle approached her house.
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
“Is Mr. Thoreau really turning his back on the world by moving to Walden Pond, or is he, by his example, trying desperately to save the world after all?” Mr. O'Neill asked.

Brittany Taylor raised her hand.

“Normandy?” Mr. O'Neill asked, confused.

“Brittany. He wasn't on Walden Pond because he hated the world. He was just mad at Jane Fonda. You know, he was her father in real life too.”

Mr O'Neill didn't have time to correct Brittany before there was an interruption in the form of the Principal, Ms. Li, entering the room.

“Good morning! I hope I'm not disrupting the learning process,” she said.

“Oh... no,” Mr. O'Neill said.

“I've got some exciting information for you all. A team of talent scouts from Amazon Models will be here this week as part of their national talent search, and the most promising Lawndale High student will receive a professional modeling contract,” Ms. Li said.

'Uh oh!' Jennifer thought.

“They got my letter!” Brittany said, exitedly.

'I guess that explains why they are here,' Jennifer thought.

“Why here?” Jodie Landon asked.

“I guess they found out what a good looking group you are,” Ms. Li said. She laughed. “But, seriously, this is a great opportunity for you, and the even greater good of Lawndale High.”

“Excuse me?” Daria asked.

“Yes?” Ms. Li asked.

“Isn't modeling about dropping out of school to pursue a career based solely on your youth and your looks, both of which are inevitably declared over by age twenty-five?”

'Good point, Daria,' Jennifer thought.

“Do you have a point, Ms. Morgendorffer?”

“And don't fashion people squander their lives loudly worshiping all that is superficial and meaningless while the planet keeps riding a roller coaster to hell?” Jane asked.

“Modeling is a competitive field, yes, but the financial rewards are great. As principal, I'd be cheating our student body if I didn't allow them every opportunity to fulfill their potential,” Ms. Li said trying to emphasise the advantages...

“Excuse me. Can we assume the financial rewards are great for the school as well?” Daria asked, sure that the principal was getting something out of it.

“That is really none of your business!”

“But I don't want to miss a lesson in applied economics. I'm trying to fulfill my potential,” Daria said.

'Good one, Daria,' Jennifer thought.

“The school is receiving a fee for its cooperation, but every cent is going to capital improvements! We're finally going to get those bulletproof skylights for the swimming pool.”

'Really?' Jennifer thought.

“Well, I for one am very excited about this. I can feel myself getting into the modeling spirit,” Jane said with sarcasm.

“Excellent!” Ms. Li said.

“May I be excused? I'd like to go to the girls' room and vomit up breakfast.”

“Ms. Lane! Eating disorders are a serious matter!”

“Then why are you bringing in people who might encourage that sort of behaviour?” Jodie asked with a shake of her head.

“Nonsense, Ms. Landon, Amazon encourages those who attain their standards with a minimum of risk,” Ms. Li said.

Jodie and Daria each raised an eyebrow at this statement.
“Not according to what I've heard,” Jodie said.

“Then the source was probably wrong,” the principal said.

“...Now, can somebody, tell me the name of the Emperor who invaded Britain in the 1st Century AD?” Mr. DeMartino asked.

“Claudius,” Cindy said.

“Very good, Ms. Brolsma...” Mr. DeMartino began. However Ms. Li chose that moment to enter the classroom...

“Good morning! I hope I'm not disrupting the learning process.”

Mr. DeMartino growled and gritted his teeth. 'I get an intelligent answer from a promising student and she has to interrupt!'

The principal noticed the history teacher's agitation. “I take it that I am Interuppting?”

Yes, Angela!”

“You can get back right to it after this announcement.”

'But the moment will have been lost. I waste enough time as it is!' he thought. “What is the announcement?” he asked.

“I've got some exciting information for you all. A team of talent scouts from Amazon Models will be here this week as part of their national talent search, and the most promising Lawndale High student will receive a professional modeling contract,” Ms. Li said, repeating the speil she had spoken to the other classes.

There was some murmering amongst the class.

“Really?” Stacy Rowe asked.

“Cool!” someone else said.

“Yes,” Ms. Li said.

“Is that such a good idea?” Quinn asked.

“What do you mean, Ms. Morgendorffer?” the principal asked, wondering if both sisters were going to object to the classes.

“I think she means; should a school really be pushing something that may be bad for those whose body images aren't the best?” Kristen asked.

“What are you getting at Ms. Bell?” Ms. Li asked, remembering Jane's remark. 'I have keep an eye on her more!' she thought.

“Should the school be having Modelling classes at all?” Cindy asked.

“Not you too, Ms. Robinson-Brolsma!”

Cindy just looked at the Principal.

“Is it the place of the school to be pressing modelling on their students?” Quinn asked.

“I'm giving students every opportunity to achieve their goals!” Ms. Li said.

“Even if the goal is something that will not last more than a decade at most?” Quinn asked.

“Nonsense, there are models in their thirties and fourties!” Ms. Li said.

“But those are very rare,” Kristen grouched.

“Nevertheless, they do exist!”

Daria, Jane and Jennifer were eating lunch when Jodie came up to them.
“Where's your lunch?” Daria asked.

“I ate during student council,” Jodie said.

“Come on, you're not fooling anybody. You fed your lunch to a stray dog. She's gonna have that modeling contract sewn up before we even get a chance,” Jane said.

“Very likely,” Jennifer said.

“You really ought to stick to mineral water and parsley,” Daria said.

“You know, you don't always have to be against everything. If a kid wants to take a modeling class, you can't tell her no,” Jodie said.

“Maybe not, but you don't have to let the fashion mob push the classes on school grounds, either,” Daria said.

“Yeah, it's not fair to the drug dealers. They have to wait behind the parking lot,” Jane said.

Jennifer shook her head at Jane's statement.

“It's completely voluntary. What's the problem?”

“No problem. But why stop at modeling? Maybe there's a go-go bar downtown that would like to come here and recruit lap dancers,” Daria said.

“That wouldn't be good,” Jennifer said.

“Don't mention that idea to Brittany,” Jodie said.

“No way!” Jennifer said.

“Of course not,” Daria said.

“This modelling idea is not cool!” Quinn said at lunch.

“Totally! It could make some people go over the edge in regards to their self image!” Kristen said.

“Ms. Li is miguided!” Cindy said.

“We have to do something about it,” Quinn said.

“I agree, but what?” Samara Collins asked.

“Um, no idea,” Quinn said.

“We will have to wait and see,” Tania Kingston said.

“I guess so,” Kristen said.

“We watch and find out what they are up to,” Quinn said after some thought.

Cindy nodded.

That night Sandi Griffin looked in her mirror after cleaning her teeth. 'I'll will win that modeling contract! The Geekendorffer will not get it!!' She decided to find a way to sabotage Quinn's chances. 'There is no way that she will be allowed to win,' she thought with a slight frown. It may have had contradicted her decision after the debacle at the Mall of the Millennium to leave her alone, but she couldn't have known that modelling agents would be coming to the school.

Wednesday, November 9, 2005
“The fashion industry may be considered a perfect implementer of marketplace psychology. The business insures its own survival by training consumers to focus on arbitrary styling distinctions, rather than quality and durability,” Mrs. Diane Bennett said in economics.

Some laughter announced the arrival of the representatives from the Amazon Modelling Agency.

“Huh? You must be the representatives from the Amazon Modeling Agency,” the teacher said.

“Well, I would hope so. We're a little long in the tooth to be attending high school,” the male, dressed in a halter top, said.

“Speak for yourself, grandpa-pa,” the (older) female said.

After they had talked to Mrs. Bennett for a short while; Brittany spoke up. “This is the most exciting day of my life! Being a model is all I've ever wanted to be.”

“Uh, hey...” Kevin began to say.

He was interuppted by Brittany; “mean besides being the girlfriend of the cutest guy on the team! Oh, and winning the national high school cheerleading championship! Oh yeah, and helping the starving kids in the desert, or wherever.”

The lady held Brittany's chin and examined her face. “Well, let's have a look! Hmmmm... lovely. What is your name?”

“Brittany? Is that okay? Because I was thinking of changing it to... Blue.”

“Can you take off your coat and walk for us?” the male asked.

“Just slip out of that jacket and do a little runaway, sweetie,”

Brittany took off her jacket, revealing that she wasn't wearing her usual outfit of a cheerleaders uniform. Rather she was wearing a pink strapless gown. She then started walking in the classroom as if she was on a catwalk.

“ then Ms. Li admits they're doing this to pay for new bulletproof skylights. The whole thing's enough to turn your stomach. Which I guess is good if you want to be a model; eases the transition to bulimia,” Daria said, talking to her parents, shortly before dinner.

“You really feel strongly about this,” her mother, Helen, said.

“What do you mean?” Daria asked.

“Well... you're talking to us,” Helen said.

Daria had to admit that she did, otherwise she would not have gone to her parents about. Complaining to Jane and Jennifer only did so much. 'There has to be something Mom can do,' she thought.

“I'm glad you feel strongly about it, Daria, and for the record, I agree with you,” Helen said.

“So do I!” Daria's father, Jake, said.

“These people sounds like opportunists feeding off the vanity of naive young people. I pity the kids who get sucked in by them, and I pity their poor parents,” Helen said.

Quinn then entered the kitchen. “Mom! Dad! The most terrible thing is happening at school!” She said.

“You mean the Modelling Classes? Daria told us,” Helen said.

Quinn nodded. “You need to do something about it,” she said.

'This is something unusual,' Daria thought. It wasn't often that she and Quinn had agreed on anything.

“You mean the Modelling Classes? Daria told us,” Helen said.

Quinn nodded. “You need to do something about it,” she said.

The phone rang.

'Who could that be?' Daria wondered.

Helen picked it up. “Hello?”

Am I speaking to the mother of Quinn Morgendorffer? ” came Romonica's voice from the phone.

“Yes, this is Quinn's mother.”

This is Romonica... “ She then let out a sharp squeal. “Romonica DeGregory, with the New York Amazon Fashion Agency. Have I called at a bad time, Mrs. Morgendorffer?

“Please, call me Helen,” Helen said wondering when Romonica would get to the point. “What can I do for you, Monica?”

Please, call me Romonica. Helen, your daughter has been selected along with a mere handful of girls to participate in a complimentary class in the Lawndale High auditorium.
“A complimentary class?” Helen asked dubiously.

Absolutely complimentary, Helen, and an experience that we expect will generate many compliments.

Helen interrupted. “But Quinn hasn't shown any interest in the modeling classes and she already has extracurricular activities.”

I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but we feel that Quinn is something quite special!

“We think she's pretty special, too, but so is my other daughter, Daria. She hasn't got any extracurriculars.”

Daria, but she is so plain!

“That's my final offer,” Helen said.

Then the phone was disconnected from the other end...

“What a strange woman.”

“Mom, what were you saying about me and extracurriculars?” Daria asked warily.

“You are going to join those classes, keep an eye on what Ms. Li is intending. It would also give you an extracurricular activity.”

Daria grumbled.

“You are going to be in the classes. End of discussion.”

Romonica hung up on Helen Morgendorffer as the beautician ripped another strip of wax from her body. “ Aeeeeee!” 'I will get Quinn into the classes!' she decided.
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Story 5: Part 2
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Quinn met Cindy and Kristen halfway to school, near Cindy's street. “Hi, Quinn,” Cindy said.

“Hi, guys!”

“What's up?” Kristen asked.

“It's these modelling classes. That Romonica called last night and tried to get my Mom to put me into the classes,” Quinn said, shaking her head.

“She didn't succeed did she?” Cindy asked with concern.

“Of course not!” Quinn said. She then showed a whimsical expression. “Although, my Mom did tell her that Daria will be in the classes.”

“Daria? In the modelling class?” Kristen shook her head. “I'll believe it when I see it,” she said, with some curiosity in her voice.

“Mom said that she is putting Daria in the classes to keep an eye on Ms. Li. I'm sure she's planning something,” Quinn said.

“From what I have seen of your Mom, I wouldn't past her,” Kristen said.

“Yeah,” Quinn said in agreement.

“Daria cannot have agreed with that,” Kristen said.

“She protested, but ultimately agreed,” Quinn said.

“She must have her own plan,” Cindy said, wondering.

“You can be certain of it,” Quinn said.

“Daria, you are rather quiet,” Jennifer said as she drove herself and Daria to school.

Daria looked at Jennifer.

“A lot quieter than usual.”


“You're making me look like a chatterbox,” Jennifer said.

“Oh. It's just that my Mom has told me to join those modelling classes,” Daria said.

Jennifer lightly chuckled, but stopped when she noticed Daria's serious expression. “You're serious, aren't you.”

“I wish I wasn't, and to make it more difficult; Romonica will still want Quinn to be in my place.”

“She wanted Quinn in the classes?”

Daria nodded.

“But Quinn is as against them as we are,” Jennifer said.

“Doesn't make sense.”

“So why...” Jennifer began.

“Quinn has extra-curriculars. I do not. Therefore I have to join the modelling classes.”

Jennifer sighed. “I guess I will have to join too.”

Daria gave her friend an incredulous look.
“I was there, at the Mall of the Millennium, Daria. You were about to fight the executives...”

“And you think that I would do the same to Claude and Romonica...”

Jennifer nodded as she saw the school in the distance.

Jane jogged up as Jennifer and Daria entered the school. “Yo, amigas!”

“Hey,” Daria said.

“What's up with her?” Jane asked.

“Her mom has forced her to join the Modelling Classes,” Jennifer murmured.

“Bummer!” Jane said.

“According to her, I have to figure out what Ms. Li is planning,” Daria said as the trio entered the school.

“That would be interesting,” Jane said.

“Certainly,” Jennifer murmured.

“And so, we, like, shall be 'shoo in's' for the modelling contract,” Sandi said as she and the Fashion Club approached the school.

“Very good, Sand-di,” Tiffany Blum-Deckler said, said.

“Are you sure?” Stacy asked.

Sandi glared at Stacy.


Tori shook her head at Sandi's treatment of Stacy.

“But there is one more thing,” Sandi said.

Tori Jericho put her hand to her forehead. “I hope it's not about that geek!”

“Yes, the geek may be interested in the contract! We have to like, be sure that she won't get it,” Sandi said.

“Remember what happened at the Mall of the Millennium, Sandi!” Tori said, referring to an incident two weeks before.

Sandi glared at Tori. “Yes, I do, Tori. But I won't be talking to her.”

“How are you going to sabotage her chances? Tori asked, wondering.
Sandi developed a scheming look, and smirked. “I will have to like, figure that out,” she said.

Tori sighed.

As she went between classes, Daria signed her name on the sign up sheet for the Modelling classes. “There, it's done,” she said to Jennifer.

Jennifer signed her name below Daria's. “Same here,” she said quietly.

“Let's get to Class,” Daria said.

Tori noticed Daria and Jennifer signing their names on the sign up sheet. 'What are those misanthropes doing, signing up for the modelling classes?' she wondered.

Tori wasn't the only 'popular' student to notice Daria and Jennifer's names there...

In the period before lunch, Romonica entered Ms. Li's office. “May I help you, Ms. DeGregory?” Ms. Li asked.

“I have noticed that Quinn Morgendorffer has not signed up for the classes,” Romonica said, her tone implying that she expected Quinn's name to be on the signing sheets.

“Quinn Morgendorffer? I believe that she already is bringing honour and glory to this school as the member of three extra-curricular clubs.”

“She may be, Angela, but I believe she may have potential as a model.”

The principal noted the former supermodel using her first name, but decided not to take the bait. Instead she decided to offer an alternative. “What are you suggesting? That I make it mandatory that she attend the classes? But there is also the option of her sister, Daria. She may have equal potential.”

“Daria? But she is so plain!” Romonica projected.

“Ah, but that is just the image she puts forward. She's Quinn's sister. Her looks should be very similar.”

“No! I want Quinn. Make it mandatory, if that is what it takes! Otherwise I will withdraw the classes!”

Ms. Li narrowed her eyes at the modelling agent. 'Why focus on Ms. Morgendorffer when there are hundreds of other students, here at Lawndale High?' she pondered. After another moment she made her decision. She didn't want to lose this opportunity! “Fine! I will call Quinn Morgendorffer here.” She switched on the intercom.

“Very good,” Romonica said.

Quinn Morgendorffer, please report to the Principal's Office.

“What is this about now?” Quinn wondered, as she got up.

“It may have to do with the Modelling Classes,” Cindy said.

“Gah! I hope not!” Quinn said as she went up to the teacher.

Mr. DeMartino handed her the hall pass. “Come back as soon as possible, Ms. Morgendorffer,” he said.

“I intend to,” Quinn said.

“I know,” Mr. DeMartino said as Quinn left the classroom.

Quinn wondered about the principal's intentions as she went towards the office.

Quinn warily entered Ms. Li's office, still wondering what the Principal's intentions were. She immediately saw Romonica and knew what it was about.

“Sit down, Ms. Morgendorffer,” the principal said.

“What's this about?” Quinn asked.

“Straight to the point, that's good,” the Principal began.

“I'm missing History,” Quinn said.

“Right, It's come to my attention that that you have not signed up for the Modelling classes,” Ms. Li said.

“I'm not interested.”

“Nethertheless, I have decided to make your attendance in these classes Mandatory.”

Quinn was outraged. “You can't do that!” she said.

“I'm afraid that I can,” Ms. Li said.

Quinn wasn't ready to admit defeat, not by a long shot. “I'm sure that you can't,” she said.

“Any particular reason?”

“The modelling classes are not part of the curriculum!” Quinn said.

“They don't have to be. Attendance is mandatory.”

“Then you leave me with no option, but to call my mother,” Quinn said. 'She will know what to do,' she thought.
“Wait!” the principal said.


“Surely there are incentives I could give you,” Ms. Li said.

Quinn thought for a moment and then knew what to ask. “Why are you so ardent in wanting me in the Classes, Ms. Li?” she asked.


“Tell me, and I may think about joining them,” Quinn said.

Romonica spoke up “I talked your principal into calling you here because I believe that you have potential.

Quiinn knew what she meant. 'So that's it,' she thought.

“So you see you have to join the classes!” Ms. Li said.

“I'm calling my mother,” Quinn said.

“Go ahead,” Ms. Li said.

“Sure,” Romonica said.

Quinn smirked as she grabbed her cell phone.

Lawndale Offices of Vitale, Davis, Horowitz, Rhiordan, Schrecter and Schrecter
“...And where is that file? I asked for it an hour ago!” Helen ranted.

“He hasn't come yet, Helen,” her legal assistant, Marianne Kingston said.

“What do I have to do around here to have an errand run?”

Marianne sighed at her boss's usual behaviour as the phone rang.

“I don't have all day!”

“Helen, it's your daughter from school. She says it's about the Modelling Classes there,” Marianne said.

“I told Daria that she was joining them. Tell her to join them.”

“Actually, it's Quinn,” Marianne said timidly.

“Quinn?” Helen walked over and grabbed the phone off Marianne. “What is going on there, Quinn?”

Ms. Li has made it mandatory for me to join the Modelling Classes, because Romonica talked her into it!

“Go on.”

And that happened because Romonica wants me in the classes. You have to come here,” Quinn said.

Helen thought for a moment. It was serious. Someone was trying to force her daughter into doing something she didn't want to do. (Of course, she was doing the same with her other daughter, but that was her perogative as a parent.) “I'll be right there!”

Be quick, Mom, I'm missing History.

Helen got it. “I'll be there, bye!” She hung up the phone. “I'll be at the school, something important has come up,”

“Yes, Helen.”

“If anyone asks where I am, tell them that I'm at the school dealing with something,” she said.

“Yes, Helen.”

As Helen reached her car, she took out her cell phone. “Marianne, find out all you can about the New York Amazon Modelling Agency.”

Yes, Helen.”

Quinn hung up. “My Mom is on the way here. May I go back to History until she gets here?” she asked.

“Negative! She will be here in less than fifteen minutes,” Ms. Li said.

Quinn grumbled and looked at her watch. The period was just about half over. 'Good thing Cindy shares her notes with those who ask.'

Helen arrived at the school ten minutes after leaving work. After she had locked the car her cellphone rang. “Yes?”

I have researched the Amazon Modelling Agency as you asked, Helen,” Marianne said.

“Fill me in,” Helen said, as she went towards the school buildings.

“Now, what is all this about?” Helen asked as she entered the principal's office.

“I have made it mandatory that your daughter attend the Modelling classes,” Ms. Li said.

“Is this true?” Helen asked
“It is as I said, Mom,” Quinn said.

“Ms. Li, Quinn has no interest in attending the Modelling classes. According to the county bylaws you cannot force her to join them,” Helen said. She then noticed Romonica. “Ms. DeGregory, I presume,” she said with a glare.

“Yes, I believe that your younger daughter has potential. That is why I pressured the principal into making her attendance mandatory,” Romonica said.

“Pressured, how?”

Romonica remained silent.

Helen stared back.

“I said I would withdraw the classes from this school if Quinn is not in them!”

“You would follow up on this threat?” Helen asked, her voice low.

“I wouldn't make it if I wasn't prepared to follow up on it!” Romonica said.

Whilst this exchange was going on, Ms. Li looked on it with trepidation. 'Things are getting out of control!'

Helen smirked. “In that case, Ms. Li, if you continue to harass my daugther to join, I will bring a suit against this school.”

“You don't mean that!” Ms. Li said.

Helen's smile was all the answer she needed. If she had any doubts, they disapppeared.

“Fine!” Ms. Li said. She turned to Quinn. “Ms. Morgendorffer, you are no longer required to join the Modelling Classes.”

“Good,” Quinn said with a sigh of relief.

“What!” Romonica exclaimed.

“I do not want a lawsuit brought against the school!”

Romonica smiled deviously. “Mrs. Morgendorffer may not, but I will!”

The principal glared at the modelling agent. “If that is your wish. Nethertheless your suit would not bring the bad press that a parent led suit would. Still I beg you to reconsider, for there are other students with similar potential, including the aforementioned sister of the particular student you were after.”

Romonica looked to be in thought. She shook her head and said “No. Quinn will be in the classes or they are off and there will be a suit!”

“A suit you would loose,” Helen said.
“What?” Romonica asked.

“Depending on the contract, you may not have a leg to stand on?”

“And I suppose you have experience in this area?” Romonica asked.

“Close to twenty years,” Helen said, her voice low.

“The school has no legs to stand on!” Romonica said.

“I glanced through the contract before I signed it, Ms. DeGregory. I think Lawndale High has a chance against you. Now, if you are not going to reconsider, get out of my office!”

“You haven't heard the last of this!” Romonica said.

“Good day!” the Principal said.

Romonica turned on her heel and stalked out of the office.
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Re: Non Trek Fic: Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)

Story 5: Part 3
After about fifteen seconds Helen asked. “Why did you change your mind?”

“I am aware of the reputation of the Senior Partner of your firm, Mrs. Morgendorffer. I don't want that firm litigating against the school!”

“I see,” Helen said. She stepped closer. “Understand this, if you do pull a stunt like this again I will enter into litigation. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal clear, Mrs. Morgendorffer,” the principal said. She turned to Quinn. “Are you absolutely sure you don't want to do those classes, Ms. Morgendorffer?”

“Of course!” Quinn said.

“Stop badgering my daughter, Ms. Li.”

“I'm going back to class! See you tonight, Mom.”

“See you then, bye.”

“Wait!” the principal exclaimed.

“You know my answer,” Quinn said as she left the office.

“If there is nothing else, I need to get back to work. Good day,” Helen said. She also left.

“This is just great!” the principal said to the otherwise empty room.

As she stepped out of the school building, Romonica took out her cell phone. “Claude, it's me, Romonica. The classes have been canceled.

The Principal didn't see it our way?” Claude asked.

“No, and it was a lawyer parent's fault! I will see the school, and her, in court!”

Are you sure?” Claude asked.

“Absolutely!” Romonica said.

As you say,” Claude said.

Romonica hung up and clicked the phone shut. She turned back to the school. 'You haven't heard the last of this!'

Quinn met with Kristen and Cindy after lunch.
“What happened?” Cindy asked.

“I'll tell you after school,” Quinn said.

“You can tell us,” Kristen said.

“I know, but people may overhear,” Quinn said.

“Oh,” Kristen said.

Daria, Jane and Jennifer entered the Hall to find many confused students there. “Ah, there you are, Ms. Morgendorffer and Ms. Burns,” Ms. Li said.

“Yes, we were dragging our heels.”

Jennifer laughed silently at Daria's sarcasm.

“As I expected,” The Principal said.

Daria looked around and noticed that Romonica and Claude were absent. “Where are the teachers of these reputed classes?” she asked.

“Take a seat! I'll make the announcement to everyone,” the principal said.


“Looks like something unexpected has happened,” Jane said as they proceeded to the seats.

“Possibly,” Daria said.

'Of course,' Jennifer thought.

There wsa much murmuring as Ms. Li took her place at the podium. “I see that everyone who signed up for the Modelling Classes is here. Unfortunately, due to unforseen events, the classes have been canceled!”

“What?” Sandi asked.

“As I said. They have been canceled. Someone, who will remain nameless, sabotaged the school's chances, and they will no longer be held.”

“That's terrible,” Sandi siad.

“Sooo Wrong!” Tiffany Blum-Deckler said.

“For once I agree with you, Ms. Griffin, Ms. Blum-Deckler. There may be similar opportunities in the future,” Ms. Li said.

“I hope so,” Sandi said.

“Me too,” Stacy Rowe said.

“This is good news, I don't have to do modelling anymore,” Daria said.

“But I wonder how the classes were canceled,” Jane said.

“Her choice of words is intreaguing,” Jennifer murmured.

“I guess so,” Daria said. 'It certainly raises questions,' she thought.

“Now, everyone, you can go to your normal classes,” Ms. Li said.

“Yay!” Jane said sardonically.

Daria, Jane and Jennifer exited the hall to see Jane's brother Trent outside. “Trent? Do Mom and Dad know that you're outside the house voluntarily?” Jane asked in surprise.

“Huh?” Trent asked, confused.

“What are you doing here?” Jane asked.

“I thought I would see the Modelling Classes for myself.”

“Oh, but they've been canceled,” Jennifer said as she noticed Daria blushing.

“Oh,” Trent said in surprise.

“I'm sure we will find out something,” Jane said as they began to walk away.

“Maybe,” Trent said as he thought.

“I bet that someone had something to do with this,” Sandi groused as she headed back towards class.
“The geek isn't responsible for everything, Sandi,” Tori said.

“I'm not blaming her! Someone else is responsible!” Sandi said.

''Good,' Tori thought.

Quinn met with Kristen and Cindy as they left school. “So you can tell us what happened now?” Kristen asked.

“Once we're away from the school. I don't want to take any chances,” Quinn said.

“Sure,” Kristen said.

“OK,” Cindy said.

Once they left the school grounds, Kristen asked “So something happened?”

“Yeah, Ms. Li called me into her office and told me that my attendance in the modelling classes was mandatory, Quinn began.

“That must have been a shock,” Cindy said.

“It was,” Quinn said.

“So, what else happened?” Kristen asked.

“So I argued with Ms. Li before calling my Mom at her work,” Quinn said.

“She may not have expected that,” Kristen said.

“Maybe not...” Quinn continued to tell her friends what happened.

Schloss Morgendorffer - at Dinner
“So, Daria, how was school?” Helen asked when she had finished handing out the lasagne.

“Let's see, the usual happened, and oh, yes, the Modelling Classes were mysteriously canceled,” Daria said with some disembling.

Helen and Quinn exchanged a look.

Daria noticed it.“You had something to do with it, didn't you?”

“Some things are meant to be mysterious, Daria,” Quinn said. She felt that Daria didn't really need to know.

“Possibly, but I will keep asking you, Quinn.”

“Fine!” Quinn said.
“Wait, Quinn. I'll tell her,” Helen said.


And so Helen filled Daria in on what had happened in the Principal's office...

After Dinner, Daria sent an email to one her classmates.



Casa Lane – Later that night
“Woah,” Trent said. He, Jane and Jennifer had listened to Daria explain what had happened to cause the Modelling Classes to be canceled.

“That puts it succinctly,” Daria said as she filled a glass at the sink.

“So, Romonica clears out whilst Ms. Li gets your Mom's eye on her,” Jane said.

“She doesn't know what she's getting into,” Daria said.

“Hmm, yes,” Jane said in thought. She knew that Daria's Mom was a rather good lawyer.

“However, I have another idea,” Daria said. She opened her laptop, and connected to one of the Lane's neighbours' unsecured wifi network. 'It's their own fault if they don't put a password on it.'

“What are you up to?” Jane asked as she looked at the site that Daria had loaded.

Jennifer wasn't sure what Daria was up to.

“Wierd idea, Daria,” Trent said.

“It is,” Jennifer murmured.

Friday, November 11, 2005
Lawndale High School Assembly
Ms. Li was at the podium. “I'm sure you're anxious to know why the Classes held by the Amazon Modelling Agency were canceled.”

“Just what is her spin on it?” Jane wondered.

“Probably a watered down and twisted version of the truth,” Daria said.

“Likely,” Jennifer said.

“Yeah,” Jane said.

“It came to my attention that Amazon Modelling wanted students who didn't want to participate to actually participate. Hm, so I was forced to terminate their services or allow legal action to brought against the school. It's obvious what my decision should be.”

“Fairly close to the truth,” Quinn said.

“I agree,” Cindy said.

“So that is what happened,” Ms. Li said.

However, something unexpected then occurred.

A group of men in miltary garb appeared and approached the stage. A song came from a boombox that one of them was carrying. “Kill the en-em-y! Whoever it hap-pens to be! Huh! Huh!

“What?” Jane asked.

“Watch,” Daria said.

The leader of the group of soldiers took the podium. “Ms. Li, I presume. Thanks, I'll take it from here.” He signaled for the boombox to be turned off. “Students, young people, red-blooded youth of America! I'm General Buck Conroy, publisher of Brutal Mercenary Magazine, and I've come to your school today to find out who among you has what it takes to become a soldier for hire in today's exciting world of geopolitical violence!”

“What in the name of God?” Ms. Li said in surprise.

“Now, now, ma'am, a deal's a deal. Sad to say, America no longer engages in the kind of ground wars that made this country great! But that doesn't mean that savage hand-to-hand combat is out of your reach. Mercenary soldiers go where the money is. You not only kill, but get paid well for doing it! Whew! What a racket! Next week, we'll have a complimentary class right in the auditorium,” General Conroy said.

“What are you talking about? Who invited you here?” Ms. Li asked in panic.

“Why, you did, ma'am. We have the email and Paypal receipt right here!” He held up the printouts of the mentioned documents. “Oh, look! The media!”

“Oh no!” Ms. Li said.

“Oh yes!” Daria said quietly.

“Let's see her try to spin her way out of this one,” Jane whispered.

Daria walked home alone that afternoon. She left the school after Jennifer and Jane had driven off. She stopped a block away from the school and turned. She saw the person she was meeting coming along after her. She held out a twenty. “Here's the agreed upon amount,” She said.
“It will do,” Andrea Hecuba said.

“What do you think of the use to which I put it?” Daria asked.

“A great use. I would have called Conroy in long ago if I could have come up with an excuse,” Andrea said.

“Good,” Daria said with a slight smirk.

“If you want to hire my services again, just ask. Just don't tell your sister.”

“Like I would give her the satisfaction.”

“Good,” Andrea said as she left.

That night, the Morgendorffers watched the evening news.
And while Principal Angela Li denies inviting the mercenary recruiters to Lawndale High, News Five has learned that she did recently allow a modeling school to solicit students on school grounds, ” a reporter said.

“Wow! That's all I can say. Wow! Does no one have any ethics anymore?” Jake commented.

“Only you and Thoreau, Dad,” Daria said.

“You are so right!” Jake said. He looked at his watch. “I gotta call that baby formula guy.” He left.

“I know you have something to do with this, Daria!” Quinn said.

“What do you mean?” Daria asked.

“I know you used to subscribe to the General's magazine.”

“But you can't prove it,” Daria said as she left.

'She does have a point there,' Quinn thought.
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Quinn's Code
Installment 6: The Lab Mouse. The Geek and the Convention Part 1
Monday, November 21, 2005
Lawndale High School
The sophomore Biology class was in session, with Lawndale High's head Science teacher, Janet Barch, teaching.
“And like a husband going home to his noble and self-sacrificing wife, the rat keeps returning to the food box. That is, the positive reinforcement.” She then turned to her misandry. “Huh, if only men could be more like rats. Oh, sure, they come home at first. You feed them, you wait on them, and then, after twenty-two thankless years, they just up and leave. No note, no phone call, no nothing!” She slammed the ruler on the desk. “Just... like... that!”

“I wonder why he left,” Daria Morgendorffer said to her friend, Jennifer Burns.

“Now, before I divide the class into teams of two, who can give me another example of reinforcement?” Ms. Barch paused. “Fine, class. Ignore me... just like he did! Kevin?”

“Uh?” Kevin Thompson drew out.

“Shut up, Kevin.” Ms. Barch said, her misandry at full intensity. She turned to Daria. “Daria? Reinforcement?”

“Hmm...” Daria began. “To make a child stop crying, a mother might say, "That's it! I'm sending you to El Paso to live with your real father." Whenever the child gets upset, the mother might wave an airline ticket in her face, or maybe even frame it on the wall by the clown picture. The ticket stops the girl from crying, or showing any emotion... ever.”

Jennifer looked at Daria. 'Is that right?'

“I like the way you think. Kevin... Daria will be your lab partner.”

'Uh, oh!' Jennifer thought.

“What!” Kevin's girlfriend, Brittany Taylor, shreiked.

“You two will design a maze, and condition Kevin,” Ms. Barch said, she quickly recovered from her almost faux pas. “I mean, condition a mouse using positive or negative reinforcement.”

“But babe, we've never been separated on a lab project before! What'll we do?” Kevin wondered.

“Pass? “ Daria asked.

Jennifer chuckled in amusement.

“Brittany, Charles will be your partner.”

“But Ms. Barch, I'm a cheerleader!” Brittany squeaked in protest.

“Give me an 'R.'” Charles Rutthiemer III, aka Upchuck, said suggestively.

“I really like doing mazes. Those ones on the back of cereal boxes are cool,” Kevin said.
“Well, now I am excited,” Daria said.

“Shut up, Mack!” Ms. Barch said.

Michael 'Mack' Mackenzie raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Ms. Burns will be your partner,” Ms. Barch said.

'Cool, I can deal with that.' he thought.

“Cool,” Jennifer said.

“So, now Kevin's my lab partner,” Daria said at lunch.

“Next best thing to working alone,” Jane said.

“Oh, no. He likes mazes,” Daria said.

“I'd swap if Ms. Barch would let us,” Jennifer said.

“Mack's not that bad,” Jane siad.

“I'm not complaining. I've worked with him before, although that was years ago,” Jennifer said as she started to reminice.

4 years earlier
Younger Jennifer and Mack working on a project in Jennifer's living room...

They were collaborating on a design for a future city.
“So we put the hospital here?” Mack asked.

Jennifer merely nodded.

“Cool,” Mack said. He drew the hospital, slightly embellished.

Jennifer gave a thumbs up.

“So, should there be a park near the hospital?”

They continued their work.

“Good times,” Jennifer said quietly.

“Cool,” Jane said. She turned back to Daria. “Maybe you could get a wind up toy to distract him,” she said.

“His wind-up toy is working with Upchuck,” Daria said.

“That is definitely unfair for her,” Jennifer murmured.

“Certainly,” Jane said.

Kevin came up to the trio. “Hey, Daria. Mind if we do the maze thing at your house? My cable's broken.”

Daria began to get a calculating look on her face.

'She's up to something,' Jennifer thought.

“Sure,” Daria said.

“Cool!” Kevin said.

Jane looked at Daria. “You have a plan, don't you?”

Daria shrugged.

“Of course you do,” Jane said.

Helen Morgendorffer clicked off the TV. “Daria, I heard you're working with Kevin Thompson on a science project. He's quarterback of the football team, isn't he?”

Daria remained silent and looked at Quinn.

“Brittany was crying in the girls room,” Quinn said.

“Isn't he?” Helen asked.

“Yes,” Daria said.

“Science is fascinating. Tell me all about it, honey.”

“I can't. I signed a confidentiality paper. The other scientists would be mad,” Daria said.

Helen sighed. She turned to Quinn. “Oh, forget it. Quinn, how was your weekend?”

“It was awesome! Cindy and I totally pwnd all the guys in Halo and Age of Empires, and then the rest of the games were pretty even...”

Helen interuppted. “Daria, please tell me about the project.”

Daria sighed. “It's about how behavior is affected by positive or negative reinforcement.”

“Sounds Super,” Helen said.

“Like... say, you have a friend who responds to everything you say with, "That's great!" This insincere reply is the same whether you saved a life or killed a bug, and thus becomes "negative reinforcement," causing you to withdraw from that person or persons,” Daria said.
“Wow. That's fantastic!”

Daria rolled her eyes.

“Maybe if you and Kevin work well together, he'll associate you with feeling good and want to include you in his circle of friends,” Helen said.

'I don't think so, Mom,' Quinn thought.

Daria just ignored Helen.

“Maybe I'll help with the project. I'm into science,” Quinn said.

“Quinn, that's great!”

“Quinn, I don't need your nerdiness in doing my project,” Daria said.

“Dar-i-a! I've told you many times. I'm not a nerd! I'm a geek! There's like a rather large difference,” Quinn said with annoyance.

“Not from where I sit,” Daria said.

Helen sighed, recognising the start of one of her daughters' many arguments.

However the doorbell rang interuppting the belligerence.

“Door!” Quinn said as she went towards it.

The phone rang.

“Phone!” Helen said.

Quinn opened the door. “Hey, Kevin,” she said.

“Hi, Quinn. Hey, Daria, I'm ready to start this maze thing,” Kevin said.

“I'll be helping, Let's go,” Quinn said.

“Sure,” Kevin said.

However, Daria had a distraction in mind. She turned on the TV. “Look, Kevin: the Pigskin Channel. Great big guys slamming into other great big guys. Fun.”

“Cool!” Kevin said.

The Pigskin Channel! Classic football games 24 hours a day -- every day, all this month.

“I guess it's just you and me. Got your saw and sandpaper?”

“Sure,” Quinn said. She looked at Kevin totally engrossed in the Pigskin Channel. 'There's no way I can get his attention away from that without turning off the TV, or changing the channel.'

“Good play!” Kevin said.

Daria and Quinn entered the garage from the dining room. “So you have a plan for the maze?” Quinn asked.

“Of course,” Daria said.

“Good,” Quinn said.

Daria went over to where she had placed the pieces of wood.

Mack pulled his white Valiant up in front of a small two story house, with a ramshackle yard. He got out, walked to the door and knocked on it. Jennifer soon came to the door. “Hi, come in,” she said quietly.

“Hi, Jen, could we start on the project tonight?” he asked.

“Sure,” Jennifer said. She lead him towards the garage...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Once again, Kevin Thompson arrived at the Morgendorffer's house. “Hi, Kev, my man,” Jake Morgendorffer said as he met Kevin at the door.

“Hi, Mr. Morgendorffer, is Daria home?”

“She's here, she's up in her room. Daria! Your friend is here!


Daria was up in her room, and on the phone. “So you and Mack, have been friends a long time then?”

Since early grade school,” Jennifer said.

“That's a long time,” she said.

I guess so,” Jennifer said.

Daria then heard her father call out that Kevin was there. “Daria! Your friend is here!

“Sorry, I have to go, Kevin is here,” she said.

Good luck.”

“Thanks, bye.” Daria hung up and then went downstairs.

“Hi, Kevin,” Daria said as she came down the stairs.

“So, am I helping with the maze thing, or watching the Pigskin Channel?”

“Watching the Pigskin Channel.”

“Are you sure, Daria?” Jake asked.

“I don't need his help,” Daria said as she turned on the TV.

“Oh,” Jake said.

Daria then headed towards the garage, out the front door.

Quinn entered the living room from the kitchen, carrying snacks for her friends. She saw her father and Kevin watching a football game on the TV. 'Isn't he supposed to be helping Daria?' She had helped Daria with building the maze the previous night but she didn't want to do it again. “Kevin?”

No response.


Still no response.


Again, no response.

Quinn changed tack. “Daddy?”

“What is it, Quinn? I'm watching this game.”

“Why is Kevin watching the TV and not helping Daria?”

“She asked him to,” Jake said as he scratched his chin.

“Of course she did,” Quinn realised.

Jake turned back to the TV. “Wait a minute, I don't remember that!”

“It happened, Mr. M.”

Quinn sighed.

Quinn re-entered her room and placed the platter of snacks on the table next to the computers.

“Oh, that Daria!” she exclaimed.
“What's up with her this time?” Kristen Bell asked.

“She's not allowing Kevin to help her with the lab project!”

“Did she give a reason?” Cindy Brolsma asked.

'She says that he would interfere with what she's doing and give her a bad mark!'

“Maybe you could ask her if she could find him something he can do and still contribute to the project,” Cindy said.

“I will think about it,” Quinn thought. 'If only I can find a way to ask her that won't lead to an argument...'

“Anyhow, you're ready for the convention this weekend?” Kristen asked.

“Yes, my Ichigo costume is almost ready,” Quinn said.

“Crossdressing?” Kirsten asked.

“No, Kristen, Tokyo Mew Mew, not Bleach!” Quinn said with a nervous laugh.

“Sorry,” Kristen said as Cindy laughed.

“So, are you coming?” Quinn asked.

“Certainly,” Cindy said.

“I'm coming,” Kristen said.

“It's going to be great!”

Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Kevin arrived at Schloss Morgendorffer a third time. “Hi again, Kevin, watching the Pigskin Channel again?” Jake asked.

“Of course, Mr. M,” Kevin said.

“Cool,” Jake said.

Quinn had seen Kevin park his jeep through her bedroom window. She grabbed her cell phone.

Jennifer and Mack were in Jennifer's garage, training the mouse. Jennifer's phone rang. Jennifer dropped the mouse in surprise. “Where did it go?” she asked.

“I'll look for it whilst you talk,” Mack said.

“Thanks,” Jennifer said. She pressed the answer button. “Hi.”

Hi, Jennifer?


It's Quinn.”

“I know, what are you calling about?”

It's about Daria, and Kevin. She's not letting him participate in their lab project!

“Have you talked to her about it?” Jennifer asked, she didn't want to broach the subject with Daria.

Not yet,” Quinn said.

“Talk to her about it, see if she could give him something for him to do.”

Yeah, Cindy said something similar.

“Good, anyway I have to go, the mouse is being difficult.”

How can a mouse be difficult?

“You don't want to know, bye.”


Jennifer put the phone in her pocket. She turned to Mack. “I'll help, don't want it getting into my food...”

Quinn hung up after her conversation with Jennifer. 'I guess I would have to talk to Daria afterall,' she thought as she went to her closet to get out her so-far-incomplete costume for the convention.

Brittany finished filing Upchuck's disgusting magazines. 'I don't want to touch them ever again!' She went back to the Rutthiemer's garage.
“Ok, I have finished filing your magazines!”

“There are more chores I have in mind for you, otherwise...”


Hours later, Jennifer collasped into bed, exhusted. She and Mack had been unable to find the mouse...
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Is anyone actually reading this just out of interest?

27 posts before this one and all of them yours? Doesn't that get a bit soul-destroying after a while?
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Is anyone actually reading this just out of interest?

27 posts before this one and all of them yours? Doesn't that get a bit soul-destroying after a while?
No. I'm persistant.

(Besides there are over 2500 views on the thread for an average of 92 per post. Even if some people just click and don't read, that's still dozens reading each installment.)

So are you going to critique it?
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The Lab Mouse. The Geek and the Convention Part 2

Friday November 24, 2005
Kevin arrived at Schloss Morgendorffer a fourth time (as Daria didn't want him over on Thanksgiving). “Hey, buddy, let's watch a re-run of Superbowl XXXII!” Jake said.

“Sure, thing, Mr. M.”

Quinn entered the garage from the dining room. She saw Daria training the mouse. “Daria, we need to talk.”

“About what, Quinn?”

“Could you possibly find something for Kevin to do and still contribute to the project?”


“What do you mean, 'No'?”

“Exactly what I said, Quinn. There is no way in which Kevin can contribute in a meaningful way.”

“You're underestimating him.”

“I'm not!”

“Surely, if he can be a quarterback, he can follow simple instructions!”

“He would mess it up!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Damn it! Remember, I'm in some of his classes, and I observe that he's incapable of taking in the simplest of information!”

“All I'm saying is, give him a chance!”




Daria and Quinn continued arguing.

After a few minutes the two sisters stopped their argument. “What is it to you anyway?” Daria asked.

“Kevin deserves to be treated better than the way you treated that duo back in Highland.”

“He is being treated better!”

Daria watched Quinn leave the garage, heading back towards the living room through the dining room. 'Now I have to find a way to include him,' she thought. It wasn't often that Daria conceded that Quinn was right.

Elsewhere, Brittany was tired of running errands for Upchuck. “Ooh!” She entered the Rutthiemer's garage. “Okay, I shined your spoon collection, filed your disgusting magazines and finished your shopping.” She pushed some of the shopping into Upchuck's arms. 'I wanted to do my own shopping on Black Friday!' “Can I go now?”

Upchuck put the shopping down on a bench and took out a jar of honey. “I'm sorry, Brittany, but I specifically said I wanted the honey that comes in a bear, not a jar.”

“Ooh! You, you... weasel!”

“"And remember, Kevin, it was the week that you two had broken up, so I don't think you should be too angry with... Back-Seat Brittany."”

“Ooh!” Brittany stalked away. 'This has to stop! Kevie isn't staying at the Morgendorffer Temptresses house any more!'

Over at the Burns Residence, Mack and Jennifer were still searching for their mouse.

Brittany approached the Morgendorffer's house as the sun was beginning to set. 'I will sneak in, grab the mouse and then get away,' she thought.

Brittany came up to the side of the house and looked into the garage. It was empty. The mouse was just waiting in the maze for her to grab it! She tried the side door, next to the window. Locked! She edged along to the sliding door and looked into the kitchen. Perfect! The kitchen was deserted. “Yes!” She said. She then heard a noise above.

She heard Daria saying “Who's there?”

'Oops!' Brittany thought. She leaned against the kitchen door, so as to not be seen by Daria. 'Of course her room has to be on this side of the house!' She waited a few moments before opening the kitchen door.
She opened it a bit. It made a noise, as the ball bearings did their thing. “Eep!” She stopped. After a few moments she restarted opening the door. Slowly and slightly lifting it so as to not have so many bearings making noise...

Having opened the door a quarter of the way, she then tried to slip into the house...

However, there was a problem: Her chest. Or more accurately, the large amount of padding in her bra. “O-ooh!” 'Of course!' She then pushed the door open further, a few bearings rolled. She paused, no noise, other than that of the Pigskin Channel in the living room. 'Right!' she thought. She squeezed through. There was pressure on her chest, but no worse than what she had subjected herself to at the beginning of puberty.

Brittany; having squeezed through the door, fell sideways into the kitchen. She quickly put her leg out and ended up doing the splits next to the table. She quickly got up and looked around the kitchen. 'Now, which door goes to the garage?' she thought. She tried the first door. Dining Room.
Second door. Downstairs bathroom, and stairs down to the basement. “OK...” She went back to the Dining Room. She then saw an extra pair of doors opposite to the kitchen. Brittany smiled.

The cheerleader entered the garage. She grabbed a box which lay near the door and approached the maze. “Now don't say a word,” she said. She grabbed the mouse, which bit her hand. “Ouch! You icky, little... animal!” She trapped the mouse in the box. “Now, you Morgendorffer Temptresses. You are going to need a new excuse if you want to drag my Kevin over here now.” She quickly let herself out via the side door...

Daria came downstairs to investigate the noises that she had heard. She saw the sliding door slightly open. 'Uh, oh!'

Daria ran into the garage, she saw that the side door was open, that one of the boxes was missing and that the mouse was no longer in the maze. “Oh no!”

Quinn was playing Guild Wars when Daria slammed open the door to the room. Quinn turned from the computer. “What is it, Daria?”

“The mouse is missing!”

“I'm surprised as you are, Daria.”

“You're saying that you had nothing to do with it?”

“Exactly,” Quinn said.

Daria could see that Quinn was telling the truth. “Great! Now I have to ask Kevin.”

Quinn smirked as she turned back to the online game. She knew that Daria was in for a tough time.

Daria came downstairs and flicked off the TV in the middle of a play. “Hey! I was watching that!”

“I have some bad news, Kevin.”

“What's so bad that you had to turn off the TV?”

“Listen, our mouse is gone.”


“Without the mouse, we fail, and we won't have time to train a new one.”

“Bummer, I wish there was something I could do, but what?”

“Did you take it?”

“What? I haven't been in the garage!”

“I see,” Daria said.

Brittany arrived home and carried the box with the mouse in it to her brother's bedroom. As always she dreaded entering that place, with its weird smells and weird décor. She opened the door slowly and walked over to where her brother was sitting at his desk. He got up making the chair fall back. “Hi, Britt!” Brian Taylor said.

“Don't let this mouse out of your sight, okay?” Brittany asked as she handed Brian the box.

“Sure,” Brian said in an unnerving tone.

“Look after it!” Brittany said as she turned and left the room. She didn't notice the evil smile on her brothers face...

At the Burn's house, there was a clattering as Mack dug through bits and pieces of old furniture in the garage.

Jennifer sighted something running out from behind an old television. She leapt for it and grabbed it. “Yay,” she said.

“You've got it?”

Jennifer nodded.

“Finally,” Mack said in relief.

Jennifer placed it back in the maze. “But now we only have the remaining three days to train it!” she said.

“True, but I bet yesterday was tense,” Mack said.

“We had Thanksgiving at a relatives house,” Jennifer said.

“That makes sense.”


Daria re-entered her room. 'I need to find out who took that mouse.' She opened her closet and took out a notebook. 'Time for investigating,' she thought.

She started writing out a list of suspects.

Brittany Taylor
Charles Rutthiemer

Later that night, Quinn put the finishing touches on her convention costume. “Done!” she said.

Saturday, November 25, 2005
Early in the morning, Cindy and Kristen approached the Morgendorffers house. “This is going to be a great convention,” Cindy said.

“So you say,” Kristen said. She had heard Cindy and Quinn go on and on about it for the last week, along with Quinn's complaints about Daria's treatment of Kevin.

“You are going to enjoy it, just wait,” Cindy said as she pressed the Morgendorffer's doorbell.

“Of course,” Kristen said with a sigh.

Quinn heard the doorbell as she came down the stairs. She drew the coat around her as reached the bottom and went to the door.

“Hello, Cindy, Kristen,” she said nervously.

“Hi Quinn, you're ready?” Cindy asked.

“Yeah,” Quinn said, running her hand through the chin length wig, and still showing nerves in her voice.

“Show it,” Kristen said with a smirk.

“OK, but I'll put the coat back on until we get there,” Quinn said. She dropped the coat to the floor, revealing a Mew Ichigo costume, complete with a replica of Mew Ichigo's weapon, hanging on Quinn's right hip.

“Cool,” Kristen said.

“Very cool,” Cindy said as she pulled the door closed behind her.

“Um, yeah. I'm not used to showing this much skin,” Quinn said.

“Well, there shouldn't be too much trouble at the convention,” Kristen said.

“True, but I hope that Upchuck wouldn't be there.”

“I wouldn't worry about that. Apparently he has been annoying Brittany all week,” Cindy said.

Quinn picked up her coat and put it back on. “Yeah.” she said. “Let's go.”

Daria knocked on the door at Jane's house. After a few minutes, Jane answered it. “Daria? Don't you know what time this is?”

“Time to search for the lab mouse whilst there is plenty of weekend left,” Daria said.

“Couldn't you have gone to Jen's first?” Jane said with a yawn.

“You're closer,” Daria said.

“True,” Jane said as she moved aside to let her friend in.

Ten minutes later, after Jane had put some caffeine in her system, she pondered the situation that Daria was drawing them into. “So, you want me to help you and Jennifer get the mouse back from Brittany even though you're not entirely sure that it was Brittany who took it?”

“Yes,” Daria said.

“Let me get the polaroid and I'll join you,” Jane said.


“If nothing else, I can stop you from getting too 'rash' with her.”

Daria grumbled.

Quinn, Cindy and Kristen arrived at the convention.

Lawndale County Bi-Annual Anime Convention 2005

They got out their tickets as they came to the door.

“Quinn Morgendorffer.”


“Cindy Brolsma.”


“Kristen Bell.”

They entered the main hall and saw that a great many people had already arrived. “I didn't realise that Anime was this popular in Lawndale,” Kristen said.

“I think most of the people may have come from Oakwood, Middlebury or other nearby towns,” Cindy said.

“That would make sense. They may have come from Baltimore too,” Kristen said.
“Yeah,” Quinn said as she doffed her coat and handed it to Kristen.

Kristen took the coat and put it on. She said aside to Cindy. “She's going to be a center of attention, isn't she?”

“I don't doubt it.”

They then approached a nearby Astroboy exhibit.

Daria and Jane arrived at the Burns Residence.

At the convention
Laughing, Quinn, Cindy and Kristen rounded a corner. “Hi, Jenna,” Quinn said.

“Hi, Quinn. That's an amazing costume,” Jenna Schwartz said in admiration.

“Thanks. I made it myself.”

That took Jenna aback. “Wow, you sew really well,” she said.

“I'd like to improve though, part of the costume itches.”

“It's still rather good,” Jenna said.

Quinn smiled.

Jennifer opened the door in response to the knocking. “Hi, Jane, Daria, come in,” she said.

“Hi, Jen. I'll let Daria explain what we're up to,” Jane said.

“OK,” Jennifer said quietly. 'What is this about?' she wondered. 'It could be a lot of things. Daria doesn't usually come around on a Saturday.'

“The mouse has been stolen,” Daria said once they were seated in the living room.

“What? Are you sure?”

“I am sure, I heard a noise. I went downstairs. I found the mouse gone, and the kitchen door and the garage side door both open.”

“Did you ask your family?” Jennifer asked. 'That's where I would start,' she thought.

“Of course. Quinn didn't know. Dad was watching the Pigskin Channel with Kevin and Mom wasn't home.”

“Quinn didn't hear anything?” Jennifer asked.

“She didn't,” Daria said.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, she was totally absorbed in an online game. Guild Wars, I think it's called.”

“I'll help you look for the mouse.”

“That's good. I'm sure I'll need all the help I can get,” Daria said.

“Besides,” Jennifer said with a glance in Jane's direction. “I don't want you getting too 'rash' with Brittany.

“That's what I said,” Jane said.

Daria grumbled.

Then there was another knock at the door. Jennifer answered it. “Hi, Mack.”

“Hi, Jen. Daria, Jane? What are you doing here?”

“Her and Kevin's mouse was stolen,” Jane said.

“I suspect that it was Brittany,” Daria said.

“Brittany? I knew something of this sort would happen if Kevin was assigned to someone other than her,” Mack remonstrated as he sat down.

“So we're going to go to her house and talk to her,” Daria said.

“Is that a good idea?” Mack asked with concern. “Besides, she may not be home,” he added.

“We'll keep an eye on her,” Jane said after exchanging a look with Jennifer.

“We'll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Daria said, ignoring Jane.

“How soon are we going?” Jennifer asked.

“Very soon,” Daria said.

“The next ten minutes?” Jane asked.

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