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[h2][color=0072bc]Jennifer Teller[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Pier 32A
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [b][color=A280FF]Lisa[/color][/b], - [@AbandonedIntel], [b][color=FE2160]Nyt[/color][/b] - [@Din], [b][color=99ccff]Edwina[/color][/b] - [@Morose], [b][color=7E1B1B]Marcus[/color][/b] - [@Pundii], [b][color=9214ff]Jackson[/color][/b] - [@FrozenEcstasy], [b][color=92278f]Alexandra[/color][/b] - [@Chickn], [b][color=lightblue]Light[/color][/b] - [@Archmage MC], [b][color=0E32CF]Mercury[/color][/b] - [@Gilgex], [b][color=007236]Kores[/color][/b] - [@Rainbow], [b][color=0072bc]Jennifer[/color][/b] - [@Framing A Moose], [b][color=9e0b0f]Vasile[/color][/b] - [@Dead Cruiser], [b][color=ed145b]Spencer[/color][/b] - [@Heathen], [color=a187be][b]Vega[/b][/color] - [@Parfex]
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	It turns out that when you're driving around the dark, empty streets of San Diego, staying awake only by the three fuels of curiousity, get pumped music, and red bull, to a meeting which you're not sure is legitimate, you find yourself thinking about some pretty weird things. Jennifer Teller, for example, while riding around in her rental Volkswagen Beetle, began pondering what it would be like to ride an actual giant beetle. Then, Jennifer's thoughts took an even odder turn, as she began thinking about how riding Ringo Starr would feel. Then, just as she was about to conclude her preposterous ponderings by comparing and contrasting the three beetles and deciding which one she would most like to ride all the way from California back to New York, her eyes caught a familiar number: 32A. 

	It took Jen a few moments to remember where she had heard this number, but when she did, her eyes went wide: this was the dock she was meeting the superpeople! Her whole reason for leaving New York, her final destination! She slowed her car to a stop right in front of the docks and pulled the keys out of the ignition. The car's headlights turned off, leaving Jenny with only the dim light of the streetlamps. Jenny quickly turned to the passengers seat, in which sat a stack of three pizza boxes. She scooped the pizza up in both arms, noting that it was still slightly warm, before exiting the car, leaving her red bull, which was contained in a milkless milk jug, inside. Once she was out, she walked to the back of the car and popped open the trunk. Inside was a burgundy suitcase. She moved the pizza boxes from both hands over to her left hand, holding the top down with her chin so it wouldn't fall, and with her right hand pulled her suitcase out, letting it stand on its wheels. She then, chin and hand still holding the pizza boxes in place, stepped onto the pier, the suitcase rolling behind her. Silhouettes of people quickly came into view, then, as Jen closed in, she saw the more defined traits, like faces and clothing. She was about to ask if she was in the right place, but then she saw the others: a floating guy, a blue-haired woman, and some girl who looked like she belonged in an episode of Steven Universe. But Jen decided not to judge. After all, she was either weirder or just as weird as the others there. So instead, she set her suitcase down, held the pizza with both hands, and began reciting the speech that she had been rehearsing before she had started thinking of other things. 

	[color=0072bc]"Hello everyone! My name is Jennifer Teller, and I have brought pizza! But this isn't just any random three types of pizza. These are the three types of pizza that describe my personality! First, on top, we have cheese, because I'm adaptable and can change if needed! Next, we have supreme, because I have everything you want and more! And finally, we have pepperoni and garlic, because everyone likes me, just like everyone likes pepperoni and garlic! So that is why you're going to have a blast working with me!"[/color] She said. She was grinning ear to ear, showing a full row of teeth, slightly chattering despite the extra warmth from the red beanie, gloves, and scarf she had bought specifically for the early morning meeting. She wasn't really used to working with people, and she thought that perhaps getting them pizza might get them to like her. It seems fairly logical. But then again, this is the idea of a girl who's locked herself up in her room for the majority of her adult life, so....