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Its taco tuesday and the commitee wont miss it. If they dont die on the way there its going to be a pleasant lunch.

Donna´s current "seat" its due to some conflicts between her and Felicity.

Rachel (First Member)-
Felicity (Treasurer) and Grant (sort of a member too)-
Donna (member)-
Nancy (Clueless Founder)-

with special appearences of
Devious-

WolfEel-

Wolfie 2020 #whythefucknot

This is based on a "Draw the Squad" base.

One more thing, here are the stories of the commitee in case you want to read em :V
The Committee of Elastic Blondes“With this I call to order the first meeting of the Committee of Elastic Blondes!” A banner unfurled from the ceiling spilling confetti and streamers down onto the table below, a polite clap came from two people.
Nancy was proud to see such a turn out with 100% of members having arrived. That said there was only four members so far. Still she had little doubt they would soon have a club that stretched from border to border, both literally and thanks to the staggering number of individuals who could fit the criteria to join.
“Point of order.” Felicity DeLuca official treasurer and third member of the club piped up. “One of the members is neither of those things.” She indicated the punk rocker sat in one corner of the room, headphones on and reading a fashion magazine. “Why is he an officially sworn in member?”
“I think,” Rachel Blackheart the vice president and second official member spoke up, “because he technically coul The Comittee 2- It's Donna Be FunNancy flicked through the sheet letters of recommendations and pursed her lips. “Hmm, you think a streak counts?” She asked Felicity who was flicking through a book. She paused, shrugged her shoulders and peered over the top.
“A streak?” She asked Nancy, dog earing the page she was on. “Like what do you mean a streak?” She put the book to one side and Nancy’s upper half shot across the room on an undulating torso. She was holding a set of photographs.
“Member farming.” She said and handed them to Felicity. “Check her out,” she said handing over one photograph. Felicity had to whistle. Some bombshell wrapped in purple, nice classic mask.
Felicity nodded. “She’s bloody gorgeous,” she said frankly, “I gotta know who her suit designer is. So I can hold them ransom for my own work.” She looked up and noticed the look Nancy was giving her. Judgement passed but Nancy said nothing. “Oh please

Description
Its taco tuesday and the commitee wont miss it. If they dont die on the way there its going to be a pleasant lunch.

Donna´s current "seat" its due to some conflicts between her and Felicity.

Rachel (First Member)-
Felicity (Treasurer) and Grant (sort of a member too)-
Donna (member)-
Nancy (Clueless Founder)-

with special appearences of
Devious-

WolfEel-

Wolfie 2020 #whythefucknot

This is based on a "Draw the Squad" base.

One more thing, here are the stories of the commitee in case you want to read em :V
The Committee of Elastic Blondes“With this I call to order the first meeting of the Committee of Elastic Blondes!” A banner unfurled from the ceiling spilling confetti and streamers down onto the table below, a polite clap came from two people.
Nancy was proud to see such a turn out with 100% of members having arrived. That said there was only four members so far. Still she had little doubt they would soon have a club that stretched from border to border, both literally and thanks to the staggering number of individuals who could fit the criteria to join.
“Point of order.” Felicity DeLuca official treasurer and third member of the club piped up. “One of the members is neither of those things.” She indicated the punk rocker sat in one corner of the room, headphones on and reading a fashion magazine. “Why is he an officially sworn in member?”
“I think,” Rachel Blackheart the vice president and second official member spoke up, “because he technically coul The Comittee 2- It's Donna Be FunNancy flicked through the sheet letters of recommendations and pursed her lips. “Hmm, you think a streak counts?” She asked Felicity who was flicking through a book. She paused, shrugged her shoulders and peered over the top.
“A streak?” She asked Nancy, dog earing the page she was on. “Like what do you mean a streak?” She put the book to one side and Nancy’s upper half shot across the room on an undulating torso. She was holding a set of photographs.
“Member farming.” She said and handed them to Felicity. “Check her out,” she said handing over one photograph. Felicity had to whistle. Some bombshell wrapped in purple, nice classic mask.
Felicity nodded. “She’s bloody gorgeous,” she said frankly, “I gotta know who her suit designer is. So I can hold them ransom for my own work.” She looked up and noticed the look Nancy was giving her. Judgement passed but Nancy said nothing. “Oh please