![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
First Floor Lobby, Sunday Evening
Sunday, September 6th, 2015 07:20 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
evilpinkthing.livejournal.comSomewhere in the depth of a long forgotten storage closet, a great evil awoke from its slumber.
For too long it had been sitting on a shelf. Alone. Abandoned. Covered with a fine layer of dust and shoved next to a pile of cleaning supplies. But now, for one brief moment, it had risen from its endless slumber, with one all-consuming goal in mind.
It had an unquenchable need... for pie.
And so a tiny pink robot bunny shuffled through the lobby of the dorms. There were baked goods somewhere on this island, and Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants was going to find some before his battery went dead again.
[OOC: Open to anyone who feels like harassing a klepto robot bunny.]
For too long it had been sitting on a shelf. Alone. Abandoned. Covered with a fine layer of dust and shoved next to a pile of cleaning supplies. But now, for one brief moment, it had risen from its endless slumber, with one all-consuming goal in mind.
It had an unquenchable need... for pie.
And so a tiny pink robot bunny shuffled through the lobby of the dorms. There were baked goods somewhere on this island, and Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants was going to find some before his battery went dead again.
[OOC: Open to anyone who feels like harassing a klepto robot bunny.]
