20th Century Food Crimes, Cont. - Friday, First Period [08/11].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Deepest apologies to those who showed up to the kitchen classroom that morning, really looking forward to start their day with some true culinary WTFery, but, as the sign on the door would let them know, there would be no class today. You would simply have to put extra cheese and jello and tuna fish from cans where they didn't belong on your own damn time.

CLASS CANCELED TODAY
due to, you know, MISSING PEOPLE

I'd say text me if you have any new information,
but I'm going to be in the sewers tracking down raccoons
and the service down there SUCKS.

But if u want to help, feel free to join me!

--Summer--

Only after she'd posted the note did she realize that this note would not at all be helpful to Ignis if he showed up, so he at least got a phone call, and had the audacity to tell her that he didn't think raccoons had anything to do with this one.

"Don't you get it, though?" she argued. "That's exactly what they want you to think!"

Or at least, that's what she hoped was going on, at least in Stark's case, because wouldn't that just be so much easier?

Getting Out of Scrapes - Fast, Friday

[suitably_heroic]

"Congrats, you're still here," Atton drawled. He sounded bored. "This time around, we're going to go with a real classic of a scrape."

They were in a classroom. There were papers on every table.

"You're in Anakin Skywalker's class, you haven't studied, and now he's hitting you with an incomprehensible ethics test," he said. "Get out of this one, folks."