Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

After a handwavey walk into town for supplies, Dawn set out a bunch of sandwich fixings, pretzels, chips of various descriptions, cookies, fruit, lemonade, iced tea, and soda.

A small handwritten sign told people to help themselves, so she didn't have to keep repeating herself.

As for Dawn, she sat down with a book to enjoy her hummus with cheese, sprouts, carrots and sweet pickles. Occasionally she sipped from her lemonade.


[ooc: Open to all, mod any sandwich fixings or side items you'd like.]

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[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Where there's free food? There is Jamie eating said free food.

He fixes himself a salami sandwich with some cheese and some chips before grabbing a spot on the sofa.

"Hey Dawn. How are you doing?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good." She said, setting her glass back on the table. "What's up with you? Did I hear something about sock puppets?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"My free food senses tell me there are sandwiches in here," Pip said as he entered the room.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"I put on a little puppet show last night," Jamie said with a grin. "I haven't heard what the critics think yet, but I think it was an overall success."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn waved from her spot on the couch. "Yup. Help yourself." Okay, so she'd forgotten about the sign.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Dawn!" Bridge waves cheerfully, fixes himself a sandwich, and flops down on a couch.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry I missed it," she replied. "And we have sock puppet theater critics?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Bridge!" Dawn waved back.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Hey Bridge!" Jamie tried to say with his mouth full and waving a potato chip in Bridge's general direction.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking theater critics in general. Not sock puppets who are critics, though the concept intrigues me," Jamie said looking... well intrigued.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Jamie!" Bridge chirps back, after swallowing a bite of sandwich. "What's up, dude?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"What's new and exciting in Dawnville?" Bridge asks.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn's sandwich stopped on the way to her mouth. "Why do I feel like I just summoned a demon?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Oh the usual. Snacks, hijinx and workshops," Jamie said following that with a cough that might have sounded like "And imitating you and Xander in sock form," but it was a cough.

Really.

"What about you?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie blinked. "Why? Do you often summon demons while eating a sandwich?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Hey Pip. How's it going?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She may have muttered something that sounded like "just that one time," but it was done very quietly.

"No, you've just got this look on your face..."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter came in wearing his Swedish flag tie and grinned at the sign. He then set about building himself an Empire State Building of sandwiches.

"Good afternoon, and thank you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That cough sounded like 'And imitating you and Xander in sock form'," Bridge says, eyeing Jamie oddly.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Sandwiches, and it's very hot out." She told him, like this was news.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn frowned as something about Walter niggled at her memory. "You're welcome. And do I know you? You seem really familiar."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Walter!" Bridge waves.

[likethegun]

Sam grinned at Dawn as he came into the common room. "This is a nice setup," he said, grabbing a cookie before looking at the sandwich-type food.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Dawn grinned back, "and thanks. I got bored and felt the random need to feed people."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"We have sex ed together." Walter didn't offer a hand to shake as he was busy building his food. "Your name is Dawn, I believe. I'm Walter."

Dawn, who had something to do with monks, if his journal (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/30453.html#cutid1) was to be believed, but that really didn't ring a bell.