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5th Floor Common Room - Tuesday Morning

A little under a year ago the witch doctors had told her she had until what most western cultures considered the end of the year to decide to return to them or not.

Well. Here she was, so, that was pretty much that.

Pippi was unconcerned about the ramifications, she had made her decision before they'd even decided to contact her.

She had more important things to think about just now. Very soon, a new group of students would be arriving, just as she and a number of her friends arrived last January.

And you know what that means...

Pancakes.

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Demyx had only managed to sleep for a few hours, despite feeling like a wrung-out sponge. He half-dragged himself into the common room, following the food smells. "'M starving. There's food, right?" He was at his most pathetic, flopping bonelessly onto a chair and looking at Pippi with big, puppydog eyes.

"DEMYX!" Pippi squeed as she flounced up to him to give him a big hug.

Demyx squeaked. "Hi. Why're you so excited? It's just ME. I've only been gone what, a few days maybe? I had some business to take care of back on the other side with the rest of the Organization because stuff happened and..." he trailed off. "Did I miss winter term??!"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Demyx flumph-ed back into the chair, staring blindly at the ceiling. "How was I gone that long!? It was only a few DAYS there! I mean seriously, all we did was talk about Xemnas being a prissy little zebra-striped dictator who lives on Skullcrusher Mountain with his assistant, Scarface!" He flailed halfheartedly, giving Pippi a mournful look. "It can't've been that long! Seriously! I mean, come on, no way!"

"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounds exciting." Pippi said patting his shoulder sympathetically. "Time sometimes runs faster or slower from here... Sometimes not. You can really never tell... Leaving the island is kinda a crap shoot."

"But...that's not fair!" Demyx wibbled, lower lip quivering. "Everything was going so well! What about Anders?"

"He's still around... He and Nadia threw a party in the stairwell recently. He made cupcakes."

Pippi? Listened to the radio lately? Nope.

Demyx sighed heavily, latching onto Pippi and snuggling her for a moment. He desperately needed human contact. After a minute, he pulled back and looked at her pitifully. "...There's food, right?"

Pippi hugged him back, gently but tightly.

Awww, poor sweet baby. Poor sweet semi-evil, or at the very least morally ambiguous, baby.

"Of course!"

After that girl, Cally, had escorted him to the "check in", where there had, indeed, been his name on some sort of list, Steerpike was wandering the halls, looking for something to eat and any clues as to how he'd ended up at this Fandom place, and any hints as to the hierarchy of the society and his place in it.

The smell of something cooking that he wasn't expected to cook drew him to the fifth floor. He bowed as he entered. "Good morning,"

Oh look! It's Walter! Walter gets hugs that lift him off his feet!

"Good morning Walter!"

Good god, he was being attacked!

He squirmed his way out from this girl's inhumanly strong grip and staggered back. "My lady! I believe you have me confused with someone else! I am Steerpike."

Oh dear. Pippi glanced down at his hands to see if he was wearing any rings.

"Okay. Well. Have you by any chance been bitten by any small creatures recently? Or eaten anything that was baked by Samantha Carter?"

She said she'd never bake again, she wouldn't break that promise... But...

"I have been bit by nothing at all, and I have not eaten in quite some time."

Seeing that this fellow isn't wearing Walter's rings, he is either not Walter or at the very least not wearing Walter's rings. So things are relatively safe.

"Oh I see. Pardon me." she bobbed a curtsey. "You look exactly like a very good friend of mine... Though your hair is a bit longer and you might be a bit taller... I'm just making some breakfast would you like some... Um... I'm sorry what was your name again?"

"Steerpike." There was the merest hint of exasperation in the statement. "And your own, Lady?"

"My full name is Pippilotta Viktualia Rollgardina Schokominza Efram's Daughter Longstocking, Princess of the Island Nation of Kurrakurradutt." Pippi said going back to stirring her pancake batter.

"But everybody just calls me 'Pippi' for short."

A princess! He'd have to be sure to keep her favor. He bowed low.

"It is a great pleasure and an honor to make your acquaintance, your highness."

"Likewise I'm sure." Pippi gave him a regal nod, while pouring out some pancakes.

So far, so good. "Should you require anything, my lady, please, think of me as your servant."

"If you could get some toppings out for the pancakes, that would be lovely." Pippi said. "Are you a butler?"

Steerpike decided to go with the same explanation that he'd given Cally. "I have not yet discovered a vocation, your highness. If it would please you to employ me as a butler, I would do my utmost to fulfill the position in the most excellent manner possible."

Hmm, did she need a butler? She kinda already had one...

"I'll certainly keep that in mind thank you." Pippi said dishing out some pancakes.

"You said you haven't eaten?"

"I have not, my lady. Not in nearly a day, and then, only the scraps I was able to scavenge myself." It was mostly true, but he was exaggerating, aiming for the sympathy of this unlikely princess. "You would do me a great honor to share any scraps you might not need for your own nutrition. But I could not ask."

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