Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon

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The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:




Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!


Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.


[OOC: So very open.]

4th floor common room, Friday morning

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Jake wanted to catch an early Bitterwoman rerun, so he shuffled sleepily into the common room. He turned on the tv to make sure he didn't forget and then went to hover over the coffee maker. He'd brought his sailboat mug from his room, so he was standing with the mug on the ready for when the coffee was done.


ooc:open of course.