Sorority meeting- 1st floor rec room- Thursday after classes

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"Welcome back, everybody," Annie greeted them when they were ready to start, doing a little tiny headcount. "I don't think we scared anybody off with all the baking last week, so that's a good start to the semester!" She'd say that even if they lost half their members after one week, though.

Rilla glanced up from the gray sock she was knitting as she rocked Jims’ cradle with her foot.and smiled as well. “Today, we decided to talk a little bit about giving back,” she said. “In my time, my country is fighting in a great war. The boys at the front need warm blankets and new socks, so I’ve learned to knit!”

She’d gotten much better at it, fortunately. There weren’t many soldiers out there with two heels on one foot.

Annie... was not going to be doing nearly as well. "I haven't done this ever, by the way. So if you haven't done it, don't worry, we'll get through this together. Besides, if people need socks, then it's worth learning something new to give them to them." If only one could make socks with optimism, because this was going to be interesting.

And she hadn’t even learned about double pointed needles yet! Rilla had a stack of them ready for the girls, and passed out a pattern that was written in knitting code. “We’ll start with casting on 40 stitches and dividing it out onto three needles,” she said. “And then making sure they all are facing the correct direction.”

That could take most of the meeting.

Rilla had obviously taken to speaking a different language with that, because Annie understood not a word of it. "...Ask Rilla if you have any questions!"

The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

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Normally, when Wesley practiced weapon training during weekday afternoons, he opted to work on his marksmanship.

Today, however, given the fact that there were no fewer than a dozen terrifying doll-beasts following at his heels all day, each uttering garbled baby talk and making attempts to latch onto his shoes to make him trip to his death, he'd made a beeline for the salle instead. Which was why today, rather than shooting at a target, he could be found at the salle with his sword, decapitating the hellspawn one by one.

"Ma-ma!" one doll protested just before its wee plastic head rolled across the room.

"Die, fiend!" Wesley exclaimed, leaping up to avoid the vicious claws of a babypede as it swiped at its foot.

Okay, Wes. Maybe a little harsh.

[[oh god, so open]]

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Miley had just come into the common room because she wanted some waffles, was the thing.

What she hadn't wanted -- what no human being alive had ever wanted -- was to stumble across what appeared to be a creepy doll tea party. Except instead of drinking tea, the dolls were eating soup.

Vivid red, blood-colored soup.

Miley screamed.

[[YOU KNOW SOUP IS SCARY. YOU KNOW IT. JUST ASK annieadderall. OPEN!]]