Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn sprawled out across one of the chairs, leaning against one arm and her legs hanging over the other, reading a book she'd found somewhere--Deep Six--The Further Adventures of Lt. Tibbs, by Thom E. Gemcity. The prose was a little more flowery than it needed to be, but as a crime novel, it wasn't bad. The Thom guy needed to do a little more research, though. There was no way the stuff or people he was describing actually existed in real life.

Occasionally, she dipped one of the sugar cookies on the plate on the table (baked fresh from the Pillsbury tube o' doughy goodness) into one of the flavors of frosting, and scooping some up. Oooh, dark chocolate this time.


[ooc: Open, and full of almost homemade cookies, as such things are.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean wandered in. "Hey, cookies!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hep yursmef," Dawn offered from around a mouthful of cookie.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge wanders up to the third floor. Food, teenage boy, you all know the drill.

"Dawn!" he says with a wave. "Hi!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn waved back. "Hi! I have cookies and frosting, but it's kind of a self-frosting thing. Help yourself."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Bridge," Dean said, waving from his place on the couch, mouth full of cookies.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna colapsed into the common room.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn tossed a cookie at Alanna. "Hey. You okay?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter wandered over to the common room because he was kind of bored. Cookies solved boredom. It was a good idea to come down here.

"Hi, cookies. Hi, people."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn giggled. "Hi, Peter. The cookies greet you and honor you as their overlord."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi, person." Bridge says with a wave.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"People," said Conner, wandering into the common room. "And cookies. How goes it tonight?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Conner!" Bridge waves. "What's up, dude?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"No one's bleeding, so I'm going to count it in the win column," Dawn decided. "How're you?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Conner," Peter said. "I have a question for you."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec hadn't had nearly his daily sugar intake, so cookies were calling his name as soon as he walked in. "Ooh, Da-awn?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Aaaaa-lec?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Alec. If the cookies start talking to you, don't worry, it's natural," Peter said.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Hunting partner like person!" Alanna waved at Alec from her seat on the couch.

[chasingangela]

Angela took a cookie and spread it with about a pound of frosting. "Hey, people."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty was just entering the CR when he saw the massive amount of frosting going on the cookie of Angela's.

"Whoa. That's a lot of frosting."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Angela!" Bridge waves. "Hi!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty flopped on the chair nibbling on a plain sugar cookie. "What's up gang?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Naked non-virginal cults that pogo stick and stilt their way across burning hot lava to keep a god on Guam happy," Dawn explained, like this was normal.

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy followed the sound of people and smell of cookies and entered the common room with the words; "I can't believe I forgot about cheerleading practice."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"You really did," Alec said sternly, completely ignoring the fact that he did as well.