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fandomhighdorms2006-03-30 07:21 pm
sharon-valerii.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-03-30 07:21 pm
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[Third Floor Common Room, Evening]
Sharon stuck her head in the common room, ascertained it was (apparently) empty, and wandered the rest of the way in. She was still carrying the package of peeps.
Making a beeline for the microwave, she opened it and considered the amount of time one needed for peeps. Especially cursed peeps.
Choosing a setting at random, she placed the package neatly on a paper plate, and set it on the turntable.
It was, perhaps, bad that she hadn't noticed the shininess of the packaging. Even worse, she'd chosen the hottest setting, and five minutes. The peeps would have been toast, anyway.
Unfortunately, so was the microwave.
The crackling sound distracted Sharon from inspecting the rest of the room and she returned to the microwave to find it fizzing and hissing and generally acting possessed.
Having already dealt with possessed peeps, she did the only logical thing possible: grabbed the cord and yanked it out of the wall.
With a last snarl, the microwave burped and stopped crackling.
Pushing the button popped open the door and produced a large amount of smoke. Sharon coughed, looking inside to see if anything was actually burning. When it appeared not, she gingerly stuck a plastic fork in to see if the peeps were done.
They'd exploded.
With a sigh, she dropped the fork and went looking for cleaning supplies. After all, she'd gotten the damned thing dirty.
It took ten minutes to clean the sticky, crusty, goop out of the microwave. By the time she was done, Sharon decided she was going to have to eat more peeps in revenge.
Just not today.
[ooc: Please feel free to come in and mock her, or ignore her, or yell at her for messing with the third floor]
Making a beeline for the microwave, she opened it and considered the amount of time one needed for peeps. Especially cursed peeps.
Choosing a setting at random, she placed the package neatly on a paper plate, and set it on the turntable.
It was, perhaps, bad that she hadn't noticed the shininess of the packaging. Even worse, she'd chosen the hottest setting, and five minutes. The peeps would have been toast, anyway.
Unfortunately, so was the microwave.
The crackling sound distracted Sharon from inspecting the rest of the room and she returned to the microwave to find it fizzing and hissing and generally acting possessed.
Having already dealt with possessed peeps, she did the only logical thing possible: grabbed the cord and yanked it out of the wall.
With a last snarl, the microwave burped and stopped crackling.
Pushing the button popped open the door and produced a large amount of smoke. Sharon coughed, looking inside to see if anything was actually burning. When it appeared not, she gingerly stuck a plastic fork in to see if the peeps were done.
They'd exploded.
With a sigh, she dropped the fork and went looking for cleaning supplies. After all, she'd gotten the damned thing dirty.
It took ten minutes to clean the sticky, crusty, goop out of the microwave. By the time she was done, Sharon decided she was going to have to eat more peeps in revenge.
Just not today.
[ooc: Please feel free to come in and mock her, or ignore her, or yell at her for messing with the third floor]