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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening
Thursday, May 19th, 2016 07:20 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
notcancelled.livejournal.comIt started with one pizza. The delivery guy said hi and handed Mayday a pizza with "most of the works." She told him she hadn't ordered anything. He told her he didn't care, he just had to give the pizza to someone on the fifth floor. She tried to pay, but he said it was paid for and left.
Five minutes later, the delivery guy came back with a pizza with "most of the works" and no memory of the first time this happened.
Five minutes later, he came back with another pizza. The fourth time, the delivery guy said it was a cheese pizza. Mayday took it and added it to the collection on the table and said, "Why is this one different?"
There was no response, and by the time she turned around, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the vague sound of wind chimes. And then she looked back at the pizzas. All of them were cheese now.
So that was weird. But there was plenty of pizza?
Five minutes later, the delivery guy came back with a pizza with "most of the works" and no memory of the first time this happened.
Five minutes later, he came back with another pizza. The fourth time, the delivery guy said it was a cheese pizza. Mayday took it and added it to the collection on the table and said, "Why is this one different?"
There was no response, and by the time she turned around, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the vague sound of wind chimes. And then she looked back at the pizzas. All of them were cheese now.
So that was weird. But there was plenty of pizza?