3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Anyone who came into the common room on Saturday morning would have found two things.

1. Schrodinger in a pair of pajama bottoms watching Saturday Morning Cartoons and eating a berliner.

2. Three plates piled high with berliner. They actually were for anyone who wanted one.

Why did he do this? Does he actually have a shred of decency within his evil soul? Was he hoping to draw more people for observation or experimentation? Did he make too many by accident?

Did he even make them?

The world may never know.

_{[[Yes, the doughnuts are harmless. I just wanted to wax melodramatic. Open like common rooms are.]]}

4th floor common room, Saturday noonish

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Saturday = pancakes. On sticks. And vaguely shaped like Christmas trees because Jude is feeling festive today. Which isn't particularly hard when one's cast is glittery and one's still picking sequins out of one's hair.

He was happily humming 'Christmas in Kilarny' to himself when something hit the back of his head.

"Hey, not cool," he drawled mournfully, rubbing the back of his head as he looked around for the culprit.

Bonk! This time right between the eyes. Jude looked at it cross-eyed and then smiled. "Oh, hey little mistletoe-dude. Want a pancake?"

Bonk!

[[Ooooooopen!]]

Fifth floor common room - Saturday afternoon

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly had once again taken over the kitchen for cookie baking. This time it was for Christmas presents for her friends so she was only making a couple different kinds. Unlike the many varieties she'd made for the Thanksgiving dinner.

First on the list was a separate bowl of cookie dough just for her and Dawn to eat.

[[OOC: Post is open. Anybody who comes by will get Christmas cookies, but I may be slow to ping as I am seriously multi-tasking today. Please do stop by though. :D]]