Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Isabel decided that rather then go crazy and attempt to make multiple types of cookies, it was easier to just make a single kind in bulk. She's currently mixing what appears to be a metric ton of sugar cookie dough. There's an assortment of cookie cutters and a mulitude of icings and sprinkles to decorate the baked cookies with. Carols are playing and Isabel is making a very hard effort to be cheerful.

[Come have cookies!]

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Conner would've given her a deadpan look if he bothered to take off the helmet, but his hair was probably a nightmare of smooshed-ness now. "Weirder than our new dancing troll janitor?" he teased.

[identity profile] ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay I'll give you that," she admitted, "so I'm guessing this isn't a normal everyday thing?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope not!" Conner laughed. "I mean, I'm hoping I'll figure out a way to get un-stuck."

[OOC: Must run out for 3 hours or so, sadly -- Christmas party to attend.]

[identity profile] ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"How did you get to be like that in the first place?" Naomi asked.

[OOC: No prob!]

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Conner chuckled sheepishly. "I, uh. I got stuck. I made a wish to have part of my old life back, and now I can't un-morph."

[identity profile] ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
"So obviously it didn't go according to plan?" Naomi asked, "what do you mean by un-morph?"