By Deborah
Joan (wearing a Dr. Who-esque scarf), Grace, and Adam are walking through the halls at school. Grace is decrying the "fascist hierarchy" inherent in the assignment of homework. Adam: "Dude: she wants to pass." Grace: "Do you think it's funny to call me 'dude'?" As Joan notices something on the floor and bends to pick it up, she tells Grace that Adam calls everyone that. Grace: "Well, stop. It's totally pre-millennial." Joan's found a wallet, and it kind of looks like it has some sort of emblem on it, but it's too dark or I'm too blind to make it out. Adam: "Wait...what's the new 'dude'?" Grace advises him, "Trying saying 'yo' at the end of a sentence." Joan opens the wallet and finds a bunch of bills, much to her surprise. Adam glances at it: "We're stinkin' rich, yo." Grace looks at Joan, disgusted: "You're gonna turn it in, aren't you? A willing pawn of the power elites." Grace, if you only knew the authority she's answering to. Joan makes a comment about having the feeling of being watched, and walks off. Grace reminds Adam that Joan's right: "We are under surveillance 80 percent of the time." Adam seems like he's about to make a skeptical remark, then looks around in a sort of paranoid way. These three are fun together. I really hope they keep Grace and Adam around. Joan could use some real friends.
Joan walks down the hall after a guy in uniform and asks if it's his wallet. He says it is, and that it's nice to find someone so honest, and that a reward is in order. Joan assures him: "Oh no...I support the troops." He hands her a bunch of bills and Joan refuses, saying it's way too much. Military Guy states, "That's exactly the right amount for what I'm about to ask you to do." They exchange looks as Joan figures out who it is, and he confirms it with his expression. She folds up the money and says, "God joined the Army." Military God: "Navy. It's thematic." She looks puzzled as he tells her he wants her to build a boat. Joan gripes about the all the make-work projects: "All these annoying, bogus assignments, instead of doing something really big, like, you know, saving the world." Military God: "Last time I asked someone to build a boat, it turned out to be something really big, like, you know, saving the world." Joan bitches that she's got a really hard AP Chem test coming up, and she doesn't even have a boyfriend: "Why couldn't you ask me to get a boyfriend?" Psst, Joan! Adam. I'm just saying. God just kind of waves away her concerns and walks off up the stairs as Joan rants, "'Build a boat,' he says. Okay, um...how big? Exxon Valdez? Should I plan for a lot of rain? I don't know how to build a boat!" He disappears around a corner as Joan fumes: "Unbe-liev-able!" and stomps off.