Eleanor Shellstrop

Hello, if you’re hearing this, that means I’m probably trying to avoid you. So don’t leave a message because I'll probably ignore it.

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Eleanor is not Irish by any stretch of the imagination. However any excuse to drink is any excuse to drink.

She awoke on the floor of her room, a large manila envelope on her chest and a Pope's hat on her head. She got up slowly trying to keep the room from spinning as she did. When she could finally focus she looked down to see that the envelope came from Arizona State University. Which led her to her first thought. And because she was so hungover she said it aloud.

"Where the fork did this come from?"

Well. It was addressed to her. She shrugged and opened the envelop to find a stack of papers and a letter inside.

Dear Ms. Shellstrop,

Congratulations, you have been accepted..

"No forking way," Eleanor said aloud as she started looking through the paperwork. "Who did I fork to get accepted into college?"

And after another pause another thought was said aloud.

"And when did I forking apply to college?"

Those mysteries would have to solved another day because-

"Oh! Hey. Schnapps."

Drinking.

A while back, Eleanor had bought a bottle of blackberry schnapps and then tossed it on a chair. Soon after it was covered in a pile of junk and quickly forgotten about. Today, a month later, Eleanor accidentally knocked the chair sending the month pile of junk on top of it to the ground revealing said bottle of blackberry schnapps.

For obvious reasons, Eleanor now believes in schnapps fairies.

Honestly there have been more ridiculous things in Fandom.

Anyway, she has now imbibed most of the bottle and suddenly remembered she had to tell everybody stuff that was very important.

To: [Accidentally sent to everyone]
From: [email protected]

( Cut for drunken email invite )

Email now sent, Eleanor room is now in cleaning frenzy to find more liquor left behind by the Schnapps Fairies. Within the first 15 minutes she found two more bottles she forgot about cementing her belief in Schnapps Fairies.

At least her room will be clean.

[Open but for extreme SP because weekend. Email may be responded to as well if you so choose.

E-Mail - TL;DR: Eleanor has declared Wednesday to be ladies night at Caritas because she needs an excuse to go drinking and Astrid went along with it. Tahani is the not-so-randomly chosen designated driver. Even though it is walking distance to Caritas.

I really want there to be Schnapps Fairies in Fandom now.]

Having a room to herself cut both ways for Eleanor. On the plus side she didn’t have a roommate to annoy her. On the negative side her room was a pile of dirty laundry and dirty dishes. But she had a clean path to her bed and the bathroom and she totally threw a bag of trash into the hallway earlier that day so she totally wasn’t a hoarder. Just a slob.

A slob who had pulled herself out of bed at 2:00 PM. And rolled over just enough to get her phone to start trolling Ryan Lochte on his Instagram account.

Because what better way is there to spend a Saturday afternoon?

The only thing missing from this idyllic lifestyle would be a shrimp platter.

[Got Bored. So I posted. Open but only for SP]

Eleanor still hadn't figured out the room situation, so she had spent another night in the ball pit on the six floor despite what Wayne had said yesterday about common rooms and friends who let Eleanor crash in their rooms. To be honest she specifically slept in the ball pit because of what Wayne had said. Because Eleanor was not about to let Wayne dictate where she slept. So there.

And everything was fine until Eleanor did a spit take after listening to the radio where super truant officer had mentioned something about breakfast and Scott Wolf.

Seriously. How do people know about what happens in a common room? Seriously.

Now the problem was that the outfit she was wearing was dirty due to said spit take. And the laundry she had brought back from the mainland was already mostly dirty. Why? Because usually she just waited for other people to do their laundry and she'd sneak in her clothes so she wouldn't have to give up any spare change.

Hoping that maybe she left some sort of clothing behind, she finally ventured down to the 2nd floor and to her old room. Picking the lock (mostly due to luck) she was able to get the door open only to find that the room was completely empty.

"Hello? Ugly cat roommate?" she called out. Nobody. And definitely no clothes left behind.

"Ugh. Fork me."

So with that done with, Eleanor was sitting on her old bed and sorting through her duffel bag and giving her clothes the "sniff" test to see if anything was still wearable.

[Open Post]

I'm bored in the house and in the house bored. So? Fic. Spoilers for The Good Place, obviously

( Four ways Eleanor's canon will be changed by going to Fandom High )


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Eleanor will return to Fandom next week. Looking forward to hanging with you all again.

Alas, vacation has interfered with the of attending the newbie picnic and all the brain breaking that goes along with it.

Eleanor will come in on Tuesday (Probably hungover) once I have access to a keyboard.

I apologize to my roommate in advance for the mess of things she will create.

Hello Fandom! How've you been? Good? Crazy? Wacky events making your lives miserable? Good to see the switch to Dreamwidth hasn't changed anything.

( So how the fork do LJ tags work here? )

( And me... )

That's all I got. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Memes?