The Office Game

The Competition Heats Up

The next day, the girls showed up, ready to keep playing. They loved being the only three in on it. It was a special Schuyler sister thing.

"You can't do the same thing more than once," Jazzy proclaimed as snacked the following afternoon. Not all of the cast had arrived yet, so they were hanging out in Philippa's dressing room, scoping out their next victims.

"Agreed," said Renee.

"Who's keeping score?" asked Philippa

"I am," Jazzy said, since it was her idea, pulling up her cell phone notes. "Right now it's tied at 5 a piece. We've all gotta step up our game."

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"Afternoon," Thayne said to Anthony as he walked down the hallway, backpack in tow. A few moments later, he passed Philippa and greeted her as well. She just raised her eyebrows and looked away. Thayne stopped for a moment and turned to look at her as she continued down the hallway. It really wasn't like Philippa to be rude like that. She was, like, one of the nicest people he'd ever met. He shrugged it off, though. He stopped at his buddy, Anthony's dressing room where he was looking a little down.

"What's up?" He asked his friend as he scrolled through his phone.

"Not much," he said. "I was just trying to figure out if I said something rude to Pippa lately. She just completely ignored me in the hallway."

"Huh," Thayne observed. "She did the same thing to me too."

Anthony shrugged. "Maybe it's her time of month."

1 point Philippa

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Renee tapped on Lin's dressing room where he sat working on something on his laptop.

"Come in," he said.

"Lin, do you mind if we go over a couple lines together?" She asked him.

"Sure," Lin said, setting his computer aside. "What's up?"

First, Renee picked up Lin's mug, sniffed it, and then proceeded to pour most of it into her own mug. Lin watched, confused, as she took a sip, and then made a disgusted face. She spit it back into her cup.

"Ugh, that's revolting!" She said, pushing it far away from her.

"Sure...you can try it," Lin said. "Go ahead..."

"What is that?"

"It's Puerto Rican," he told her. "Very expensive."

"Well, you should go throw it in the garbage," she told him. "Excuse me, I need to go wash out my mouth with Listerine."

1 point, Renee

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After another successful show, Lin went to his dressing room and began to untangle himself from his 18th century shirt. How did people live in clothing like this day to day? At the end of the evening, he was always glad to get out of his costume and into his street clothes. He pulled on his usual, some jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. As he prepared to leave, he took a quick glance at his day planner on his phone.

8:00 Radio show interview

9:00 Meeting with Thomas Kail

10:00 See how I look in tights

He was about to go on to his next item when he stopped and re-read his 10:00.

"What?!" He asked, exasperated. He sighed out. There was only one other person who knew the password to his phone.

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Philippa was at home, dressed in her PJ's finishing off from dishes from earlier when she heard a knock at the door. Who could it be at almost midnight? She walked over and peeked into the peep-hole, seeing a familiar face. It was Lin. She smiled and opened the door.

"Lin –" She began, but was cut off when he put his hands firmly on her hips, walking her backwards until her back touched the wall.  He kicked the door closed behind him.

"I checked my calendar earlier," he began, looking her in the eyes. "I have an interesting appointment at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Know anything about that?"

Pippa smirked and looked away for a moment. Lin gently put a finger under her chin and tilted it back so she had to look him in the eyes.

"Well..." she said. "Haven't you always wondered?"

Lin responded by tickling her sides, causing her to erupt in laughter. He then pulled her small body towards his and leaned in to her ear. "You know breeches are my thing."

She giggled as she felt his nose trail over her soft cheek, gently brush over her nose, then felt his soft lips connect with hers. Pippa responded earnestly, deepening the kiss. They continued to exchange kisses and broke apart about a minute later, letting their foreheads rest against each other.

"So, what is up with you and the girls? You've been acting weird the last couple days," he told her. Pippa bit her lip and looked away. She was sworn to secrecy.

"Oh, nothing," she brushed it off, beginning to walk away to avoid any further conversation. But Lin knew her too well. He gently caught her wrist and pulled her back towards him.

"You three are up to something," he decided. "I want to know what."

"Lin, you're being paranoid," she tried to dismiss it. He responded by gently sweeping her long hair over her shoulder and planting a kiss behind her ear. Then another a little lower all the way down to her collar bone. Her little top had a few buttons at the top and his hands began to delicately fumble with them, his lips finding new bare skin as she went.

"Lin-" she gasped, running her hands through his hair.

"Tell me," he said again as his lips reached the top of her bra. He continued to shower her with kisses, but she wasn't talking. Suddenly, he stopped, pulling away completely.

"Lin!" she protested.

"No Linnamon roll unless you spill," he told her, making his way to the couch. Pippa sighed as she followed him, then rested her head on his shoulder as they held hands. He was hard to resist.

"So, we got bored..."

5 points, Philippa (plus a special bonus)