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fandomhigh2010-12-06 08:49 am
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Cafeteria // Monday Lunchtime
It was just another ordinary day in the Fandom High cafeteria. The lunch special was the macaroni, the juice tasted a little funny (which was really no different from the norm), the snickerdoodles were to be avoided, and...
Well, somewhere over the course of the night, they appeared to have gotten in a shipment of peaches. Crates filled with them. More peaches than they could possibly give away, without cooking them up into something. And so, one of the school cooks had come up with the brilliant idea to make a cobbler out of them all.
That was naturally a far better dessert choice than the snickerdoodles, wasn't it? And there was plenty to go around! Eat hardy, kids!
[OOC: OCD FREEEEEEEEEE!!! This is, of course, the place to go if you want to get your fill of peach cobbler before the Masquerade this evening. There should be other posts going up during the course of the day in town with peachy goodness as well, if eating lunch in the school caf isn't your thing. Open for all of your lunchy needs!]
Well, somewhere over the course of the night, they appeared to have gotten in a shipment of peaches. Crates filled with them. More peaches than they could possibly give away, without cooking them up into something. And so, one of the school cooks had come up with the brilliant idea to make a cobbler out of them all.
That was naturally a far better dessert choice than the snickerdoodles, wasn't it? And there was plenty to go around! Eat hardy, kids!
[OOC: OCD FREEEEEEEEEE!!! This is, of course, the place to go if you want to get your fill of peach cobbler before the Masquerade this evening. There should be other posts going up during the course of the day in town with peachy goodness as well, if eating lunch in the school caf isn't your thing. Open for all of your lunchy needs!]

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She wasn't going to consider alternatives.
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Um, clearly not, considering she hadn't slept and looked like a strong breeze would do her in.
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You could and you must, Daughter, her father whispered. How dare this intruder take what is yours? Find them, make them pay the price of defiance.
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Do not let these mortals stand in your way, Daughter. Take what you want.