fandomhigh | Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday

It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

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"Thank you, I will bear that in mind," Raven said. "While I have few limitations on what I may heal, there have been times when there are too many injured to handle at once, and your magics would be useful if Fandom were ever invaded again."

She thought briefly, very briefly, of asking if Zatanna could do something about the pain in her side and her neck, but no, if she couldn't bring herself to tell Karla, she couldn't tell Zatanna that she was still hurting from a healing. Then they'd all be like Max and try to forbid her to use her gifts, and she could never stand for that.

Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

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