FREE Sugar Cookies, ZOMG!

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George wanders into the Common Room with a large box of large sugar cookies. On the tops, written in pink icing, are the words "Fute-a Geurge." According to Marty Blank, when translated from Muppet Swedish, the words mean "Vote for George."

Specifically, Vote for George for Homecoming Queen.

George drops the cookies on a table directly below her own campaign poster, shouting "Cookies!" over her shoulder. She then leans back against the table and awaits the flood of hungry fellow students.

Well, it seems like I've got a date now. Maybe. If it isn't just some big fat joke, like this campaign. We'll see. She thinks with a sigh.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory takes a cookie, balancing a tray of coffee cups on her hip.

"Coffee?" she offers George. "Compliments of the 'Hottest Ticket in Town' - specifically the 'Rory Gilmore for Student Relations' campaign."

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George takes a cup gratefully, smiling despite herself. "I'll never pass up free coffee. Here. Have two cookies."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Ooh! Two!" Rory says with an inordinate amount of glee. "I'll never pass up free sugar."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*Vala swings by and grabs a cookie with a smile at George*

Thanks!

*then she looks at it, puzzles over the writing, and looks at George again*

These aren't you know, weird or anything, right?

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George laughs shortly. "I didn't make them, so I suppose I shouldn't make any proclamations as to their safety. But if you somehow fall ill, look no further than Marty Blank. He's running for Security Officer, you know."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*looks at the writing again, recognizes the, uh, style*

Well, I ate in the cafeteria this morning, so I guess I'm already in for it if something goes wrong. *snags another as she leaves*

Thanks!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*snags a sugar cookie*

"Campaigning, George?" John takes a bit and mumbles his appreciation for the taste. "Thought you didn't even want to be nominated."

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"It was Marty's idea." George replies with a shrug. "'If you can't beat 'em,' right?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John nods and eats the last of his sugar cookie. "Well, cookies were good. I wonder, what would you do if you did win? You don't seem like the tiara type and that's not meant as insult."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

"Oo, cookies?" Faith asked as she entered the common room. "Are they evil? Can I have one?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker represses saying all the obvious metaphors at this point. But the limerick is going through her head.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith is totally oblivious to any metaphors or limericks. Really and totally. Yep.

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George gives Faith a twisted grin. "Considering the man who ordered them, yes, they are. Pure, unadulterated evil."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith stares down the cookies. "They have Marty germs? I should eat a couple, to make sure none of the other students get infected. Mhm." She takes two cookies and takes a big bite out of one.
"Tastes less like chicken then I would have expected."

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"And yes, you may have one. Have two, have three!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::pauses, frowns, and grumbles something about "idea stealer"::
::resumes her previous state of bliss::

So, you've actually embraced your candidacy? ::swipes a cookie:: That's nice. ::grins, and takes a bite::

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George raises a brow. "Yeah, well, the candiates are voting for themselves, and everyone else is voting for you. So, I guess it's moot."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: You should be a pollster. I think you're pretty much on the money.]}

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::smiles::

Well, I didn't plan on voting for myself, 'cause that'd be kinda selfish. You got my vote, if it means anything to ya. ::nibbles on the cookie::

I don't think we've really met... but I guess we already know each other's names, but... aw heck.

Hi, I'm Cally ::offers her hand, because she can actually use them again, yay!::

[chasingangela]

"There are cookies?" Angela says, reaching for one and licking off a bit of icing.

"So does this mean you're, like, okay with Marty for nominating you now? He can sometimes push people. Kind of a lot."

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"I've given up fighting the good fight." George says wryly. "And I'm only a tiniest bit peeved with him, anymore. My righteous indignation has burned itself down to mere resentment."

She takes a cookie and takes a healthy bite. "Besides," she says around a mouthful of pure sugar. "These are some damn good cookies. I can't stay mad at anyone who buys me junk food of this caliber."

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

maybe I should run for king?

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

I think it's too late, now. The nominations were closed on Tuesday.

You don't want to be king, anyway. It would require dancing and spotlights, and big, cheesy, foil crowns.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty snatches a cookie from the table and gives George a friendly grin.

"Hey George! How the campaigning going?"

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

*eyes suspiciously*

"Fine, I guess. No one seems to be able to pass up the cookies. I suppose I should thank you for that, but I won't. I'm not feeling particularly charitable just now."