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Previously on I Ship It, there's never enough of the thing you're obsessed
which is why I turned to fan fiction.
Go on and date with me. We'll either hit it off, yay, or we'll just lay to rest
this whole we -kiss -don't -know -what thing and never speak about it again. I
actually have a date.
I don't think I can be friendly.
Not yet.
I took this job to save up for grad school.
I quit.
It's so hard to date people who aren't, like, right here.
I thought she liked me.
I don't know what I did wrong.
A rose.
Yeah.
Is it supposed to be funny?
No.
So this is a real date rose. Yeah, big time.
I thought it was an ironic rose. You know, like, big date, here's a rose.
No, an unironic rose is great. Thank you.
We should go.
Yeah.
I was excited for Jasmine's first episode on Superstition. Raise your
Jasmine's dead.
One, spoiler alert.
Two, that isn't canon until your death episode airs, and that's not going to be
for, like, literally months.
Don't ruin the journey by fixating on the destination.
Why do you have to watch Superstition in my apartment?
Because it wouldn't be a party without you.
Plus, you have a TV.
Grumpy because Alice's big date was Luke.
I'm not grumpy.
I just want to focus on my grad school app.
Don't worry.
Luke isn't anything like you. He's more in your face.
Yes, sir, too.
Dickish. In a hot, reddish way. Please go away.
Fine. I was going to suggest some therapy bacon before superstition
Cinnamon raisin bread with rainbow sprinkles, anyone?
No. Gross.
Is that a marshmallow?
Yeah. Yeah, it's Rocky Road.
You said you like chocolate.
I do.
I'm not a big marshmallow fan.
Really? Mm -hmm.
Everybody likes marshmallows. Or every normal person.
No, it's the texture. They're like these little sticky sugar sponges.
It's fine. I'll just eat around them.
This is a nice park.
I don't usually do parks, but this is a nice one.
Yeah.
I've been here before.
With my roommate.
It's nice.
Thank you.
You're Jasmine, aren't you?
Do we have a class together?
I just transferred to Salem Falls CC. It's been kind of a whirlwind of a week.
We've been looking for you.
Do you think I'm okay?
Uh, no. You're amazing.
My friends are famous. I can't wait to find out how you die.
Want to dance?
Sure. Yeah?
Come on, then.
I'm pretty good at this, aren't I?
I don't know.
I might be better. Come on, be honest, be honest.
This.
You dig, right?
You do.
Here we go.
Oh, oh no, sorry.
You're supposed to turn the other way. Are you okay?
I'm fine. I'm just in pain.
Let me get you some water.
I should be feeling more tingles down my spine.
I know my eyes should sparkle when his look in the mind.
This would be perfect if the timing was right.
But I think that I left my heart elsewhere.
I know he means well and he's doing his best.
But there are no rose -colored beads in my chest.
If only by name But somehow it's not quite the same
And I thought this was a new start for me And
everything's where it's supposed to be But sometimes your heart
doesn't follow your feet Doesn't always come back when you
call
Maybe if I keep on playing the part, the ice cream and flowers,
the sunset and fire can eat my heart some way to fight off my
brain.
Somehow it's not quite the same.
Somehow it's not quite.
Watching that is enough.
I should have done a smaller gasp. It's so theatrical. Maybe if I had been
better, they would have never gotten rid of me.
You must think I've gone totally bananas.
Breakups are hard.
I'm not holding it against you. I'm not upset because of Kayla.
She's a terrible person, and I'm totally over it.
I'm upset because the show is everything.
You're sad because of superstition.
You know what Elle and I do when that happens?
We turn to fanfic. What do you mean?
Superstition is great, but it is deeply flawed. So we turned to fan fiction to
fix the things we don't like about the show, like Jasmine's storyline.
Nobody cares about Jasmine.
Sasha,
you sweet, naive sugar cookie.
Look, they already ate Jasmine's stories. But Jasmine was just introduced
tonight. Oh, East Coast feed's been done for hours.
You want to read them?
So we haven't talked about food position in 20 minutes.
Oh, that must be a record.
It's funny when you work with someone and you do something outside of work and
you realize, how much do I actually know about this person?
Yeah. I hope you're getting to know you as part of the fun.
What is your life story?
Oh, you're serious.
I was born to parents.
Incredible. Who left me home alone a lot. So to entertain myself, I would
up alternate endings to my favorite TV shows.
That sounds sad.
It's not.
It was fun.
What's your life story?
It's barely started.
Everything that I think is out of me.
Ah, you're ambitious.
So are you.
Come on.
You act like it's all for the love of storytelling and superstition, but I see
you in the room when the writers are pitching.
You want to speak up just as much as I do.
Guilty. It's a good thing.
We're talking about superstition again.
Oh, we are.
First dates suck.
Thank you very much.
Oh, I just mean...
I wish we could skip the whole getting to know you bit.
Get right to this.
No.
No.
I don't think I'm ready.
Right.
Of course, yeah. That's fine.
Maybe you should just take me home?
Yep.
What are you doing here?
Are you spying on me?
Yep.
Architecture's too boring. I'm joining the CIA.
I'm not going to get jealous if you start dating again.
If?
It's exhausting.
My life is a blur of women.
So you're going to keep seeing him?
Why wouldn't I? Well, I think you two make a great couple. Even though I've
never met the guy.
Luke. You don't have to be nasty.
Who's being nasty? The way you say his name. Luke.
Like you're spitting. I'm not spitting. It's that kind of name.
Luke. Luke.
Luke. Luke. No, don't say it again. Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke,
God, if I knew you cared this much, I wouldn't have told you about the date.
I don't care.
I can't do this with you.
This was a mistake.
Cool.
Teresa's the heir.
Saxon is thinking of leaving Salem Falls. What does Teresa say when he
the news?
Text me when you know where you end up. Too harsh.
Don't go, but if you do, let me know first.
That's not it. Take me with you.
I never wanted any of this. She would never say that.
Therese cares about honor and duty and magic. She would never choose Saxon or
Adam or anyone over Salem Falls. That is completely not who she is. And if you
don't know that, I know.
Make a note for me to speak with Ella this afternoon.
Let's skip ahead to Act 3. Have we figured out Adam's arc? He feels like
episode.
This pic is great.
Therese gets burned at the stake, and Jasmine assumes her rightful place as
heir to Salem.
It's crazy how much people hate Therese and love Jasmine.
Do you want me to read it out loud?
I was wrong.
Fanfic isn't for people like you. What do you mean?
You're not a fan.
You're not reading fic because you care about these characters. You just want to
see how much people care about your character.
I want people to like me.
They like Jasmine, not Sasha.
And there's nothing wrong with Sasha, but the fans don't know her, so they
like her.
We like you, Sasha, no matter who you're playing on TV.
Isn't that enough?
Hey, how are you? I am fine.
At least I thought I was doing all right.
I know it's selfish, but I can't quite decide if you and I
were ever enough.
Alone with my thoughts, I can't quite give you up.
But I think that it's better for us.
Wish I could tell you what I mean.
But I'm afraid to speak.
And all the words I might say, they slowly slip away.
Do I keep them here with me?
I know that I should just move on.
But traces of you linger after you're gone.
And I'm so sick of singing sad love songs.
If only you and I were enough.
Along with my thoughts, I can't quite give you up.
But I think that it's better for us.
I wish I
could tell you what I mean But I can't find
the big
Hey. I might get fired.
You've said that about a thousand times.
This time it's for real though.
I did something extra stupid with a side of crazy.
So... I wanted to talk to a friend.
What are you doing? Grad school apps.
MIT and Cornell so far.
UCL is great too. It's in London.
You'd go that far?
I have to.
Well, good luck with your apps.
Good luck not getting fired.
So you're a fan, a super fan.
Yes, yeah.
Did we know that when we hired you?
Um, no, I don't think so.
I used to pay attention to what fans like you wanted.
I checked the superstition hashtag.
I responded to fans on Twitter.
You remember that?
You responded to me once.
Years ago. I stopped because it was hurting the show.
When you pay too much attention to what the fans want, you start writing
indulgent plot lines instead of telling good stories.
I think sometimes the fans can be right.
Not about everything.
But sometimes the things we create take on a life of their own, and people fall
in love with parts we never expected them to.
We can't help it. It's like magic.
So what would Therese say to Saxon?
She'd remember the day they first met.
It'd be bittersweet.
It would be hard for her to say goodbye to Saxon, but she wouldn't ask him to
stay either.
She'd say something like, look how far we've come.
You've reached Tim. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you
I didn't get fired.
Yay.
And I was thinking about grad schools.
London's too far.
Oregon and USC have good programs too.
And they're closer to, um, things.
I got a call back.
Do I look like I could play a dental student with multiple personalities?
Definitely.
Are you making something to celebrate?
Cinnamon raisin bread.
With?
Rainbow sprinkles.
For you.
Mm -hmm. You made me feel better when I was super sad. So, even though cinnamon
raisin bread with rainbow sprinkles is a gross combo, I wanted to say thank you.
Am I in the right place?
Everyone's on the north stage.
I'm glad you weren't fired.
What are you doing here?
Pick me.
Or don't.
I can't do this in -between thing.
Just amorphous and mushy.
Do you want me to stay?
Not for me. It's too much pressure.
I can't promise that I'll choose you over superstition.
You deserve someone who would.
Someone better. I don't want someone better.
I want you.
I love you.
But I can't just stick around waiting for you.
Then you should go.
Quiet on set.
I want to watch this.
Time for me to go. Do you remember the first day you arrived in Salem Falls?
I was supposed to kill you and get out of town.
Look how far we've come.
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