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5th floor Common Room-Late Evening

Pip has, in a gesture of Pip-like generosity, decided to cook for his sick roommate. And, since he was at it, he decided to cook for the entire floor as well. He's set up a table with a wide variety of crepes, the one food he really knows how to cook well. If you can name it, Pip probably has that type of crepe available.

He himself sitting behind the table, smoking a cigarette and muching on the crepes. Anyone who wants to stop by, have a crepe is welcome to.

He may or may not have written "Vote for Pip as Freshman Rep!" on every single napkin.

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"Vote for Pip as Freshman Rep!" Togusa would most certainly take up that offer if he was getting good food to eat. He felt the hangover from a hack melting away as he munched contentedly.

"Great food, Bernadette. You have to cook for us more often."

Pip shrugs. "Crepes are about the only thing I can do really well. Well, to be fair, they're more my signature food. I'm no great cook, but I can do well enough to get by." He takes a bite out of his crepe. "You do any cooking, Togusa? Walter's made us some British food, I've made some French. You should whip up something Japanese for us."

"I hardly know how to cook. Batou tried to teach me, but I ended up with mucchi in my hair last time I tried to cook. I used to buy the lunchboxes at the stations."

Pip grimaces. "So no cooking from you, got it." He blinks for a second. "What on earth is mucchi?"

"Mochi is a rice cake of sorts. Then there's natto. Very sticky and hard to wash out. But when you eat it, it's not too bad." He ate some more. "But I can get used to this."

"Sounds pretty good," he pokes Togusa in the ribs. "This Batou, he a good cook?"

"Decent. It's what you would call Bachelor cooking." He saw a pack of smokes and gulped down the rest of his drink. "Mind if I have one?"

"Ahhh, the noble art of Bachelor cooking. That's what I'm a master of," Pip says. He noticies Togusa looking at the cigarettes. "'Course," he says, offering one to Togusa. "I was unaware you were part of our club of cancer stick suckers."

"I really shouldn't, but my company parts are in my head, not my lungs." Togusa lit up a smoke and managed to not cough on the first drag.

Pip laughs. "Exactly. And if you smoke enough, maybe they will put company parts in your lungs."

He blows out smoke. "So what company parts are there in your head?" he asks.

"Uh...I'm not really supposed to talk about that. But...I have slight augmentation to my eyes and my brain. I can access the internet and take incoming messages." He shrugged. "It's like a test. To see how a kid will react to it."

Walter wandered by on his way to see Togusa and stopped, seeing his reason for being on the fifth floor sitting eating in the common room.

"Hey, you. Good to see you up and about."

He loaded up a plate with both sweet and savory treats and took a seat at the table with Pip and Togusa. "Nice art," he commented to Pip, looking at the napkins. "I won't even give you a hard time about your French cooking despite what you said about my native cuisine."

Pip stuck out his tongue at Walter. "That's because you're a bigger man than I am. And the art is subliminal messaging. Is it working yet?" He nodded towards Togusa. "I was just telling Togusa that he should make Japanese food for us." He looked thoughtful. "Maybe we should organize something where every week, a different member of the Freshman class has to make dinner for the class. Or something."

"We've already seen my cooking and Pippi's and now yours, but I think there are a few of our classmates whose cooking we just might want to avoid...

"And the art? No, I can't say it's working. I'm going to need better reasons than that. Bribery works."

Pip laughs. "Probably true. I don't think I want to see, say, Yuffie's cooking, from what I know of her."

Pip picks up a crepe and holds in front of Watler. "Okay, I'm bribing you with this crepe that you could easily pick up on your own. Is it working yet?"

"No, not yet. Give me a cigarette, too."

Pip shrugs and offers the pack to Walter. "Our favorite brand," he says.

Walter takes a cigarette with a nod of thanks and lights up. "Victor told me that I smoke like a chimney, can you imagine?"

Pip laughs. "Pah. He has no appreciation for the smoking arts. Though I'm still not sure who smokes more, me or you."

"Someone has to keep things going with all of these Americans quitting smoking."

Pip smirks. "Silly Americans and their 'lung health'. I laugh at the Surgeon General. LAUGH, I tell you," Pip said, trying to sound as French as possible.

"Thanks. Pip said you brought me in after that..incident." He still felt slightly emabrassed about the whole thing. "Have you seen my Tachikoma? It didn't give you too much trouble, did it?"

"No, your Tachikoma was okay. It was worried about you."

"Worried? Yeah, I guess it would be. By the way, did it go to the woods like it should have?"

"Um... actually, I think it attended classes for you today."

"It did WHAT!?" Togusa stood up so fast he knocked his chair over. "Oh man...I'm going to catch it for sure now..." Going to his network, he contacted his Tachikoma and did indeed find out that the thing had been to ALL off his classes.

"Hey...the little guy got my assigments for me..." He grinned a little.

"It was pretty eager to go. I haven't heard any horror stories yet."

"Good. It shouldn't cause too much trouble unless there's an emergency."

"I can't wait to hear what people thought of it. It's a lot like having a little brother following you around the school, it seems."

"They get attached to thier drivers. It's very useful." Unless there was an attack in which the Tachikoma could level a building without breaking into an oil sweat.

"Well yours has done that. It's kind of cute. If it were smaller, I wouldn't mind having one around."

Carol followed the smell of food upstairs, on the assumption that Tiger might be looking for dinner. Poor dog!

"Hello!" She smiled brightly at the young men in the room. "I'm looking for my dog. Have you seen him? He's a sheepdog, he usually answers to Tiger."

Pip frowns. "Don't think I have. Grab a crepe while you're here, though." He knocks his cigarette ashes into a cup he has on the side. "What happened to it?"

~~Parker~~ Carol sighed, the smiled. Such a nice young man. Not like that boy with the beer in 216. "He was sniffing after something in the wall, and suddenly took off! When I looked around, he was gone!" She looked at the food he was cooking, very impressed. "Oh, that's wonderful. My sons can't cook."

Pip raises an eyebrow. "Mmm, I'm afraid I haven't seen or heard a dog." He raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Your sons can't cook?" he asks. "Aren't you a little young to have children who could concievable cook?"

[[OOC: This is assuming that she's crazy and doesn't look like a person old enough to have kids that age. Currently I'm assuming that there's been a gremlin attack.]]

"Oh, that's so kind of you to say! But really, Greg is 18, Marcia's 16, Peter and Jan are 14, and Cindy and Bobby are 12. They're all old enough to try. Of course, Alice cooks for us, so they don't really have any reason to." ~~Parker~~ Carol sighed. "I don't suppose you've seen a Kitty Karry-all then, have you?" ~~Parker~~ Carol stood on one foot, and scratched at the bite on her ankle with the heel of one shoe. Darn mosquitos!

_{[[ooc: yup. She looks 17 and is wearing Prada.]}

Pip stares at the girl for a moment. "...Riiiiight. Are you feeling alright, Miss...?"

Such a flirt! "Mrs. Carol Brady," ~~Parker~~ Carol said, tickled. "Can I just have a little bite? I have to keep looking for Tiger."

"Er... sure," Pip says, pointing towards the plate of crepes. He can only assume this must be one of the gremlin bites he's heard so much about.

"Delicious!" ~~Parker~~ Carol says, dapping at her mouth with a napkin after she's had a couple bites. "Your mother must be so proud of you."

Pip shrugs. "Wouldn't know, I'm afraid," he says. "My mom died giving birth to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart!" The poor dear! ~~Parker~~Carol patted him on the cheek. "Well, I can tell you she would be. Definitely!" She sighed. "Keep an eye out for Tiger for me, will you? I've got to keep looking!"

~~Marty~~ Peter hops through the common room with his ~~Couch cushion cover~~ potato sack.

"I'm ^*win*-ing!" he shouts as he hops by the room.

Pip comes to the conclusion that there is absolutely no hope of understanding what is going on and decides to just go with it. "That's great!" he shouts. "Would you like a victory crepe?"

"Togusa! Togusa! I got all your assignments!" The think tank was now on the ceiling of the dorms, invisable to everyone. It was quite proud that it had snuck in and managed to evade most students.

"Togusa, does your head still hurt? The Major said she was sorry!"

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