Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning.
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 08:54 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Hurley was working on baking a pie. The pie he intended to bribe Deadpool with.
Since he wanted to make sure it was extra good, he was using fresh apples instead of canned filling. This meant a lot of apple peeling and slicing. Which meant knives. Which meant Hurley was doing his very best not to accidently cut himself.
So far, it was only a couple of tiny nicks, which meant he was doing better than he thought he would.
He had the TV on, set to some reruns of some show with a dude in a purple rhino costume shilling for organic produce. You ended up with the strangest TV shows, in Fandom.
[ooc: Open!]
Since he wanted to make sure it was extra good, he was using fresh apples instead of canned filling. This meant a lot of apple peeling and slicing. Which meant knives. Which meant Hurley was doing his very best not to accidently cut himself.
So far, it was only a couple of tiny nicks, which meant he was doing better than he thought he would.
He had the TV on, set to some reruns of some show with a dude in a purple rhino costume shilling for organic produce. You ended up with the strangest TV shows, in Fandom.
[ooc: Open!]