5th floor common room, Monday evening

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was taking out the stress of her day on the kitchen foods and appliances in the common room. Did it matter that she couldn't cook? No. Did it matter that she had no idea what it was she was wanting to eat? No. Currently she was doing her best to crack eggs in a bowl. She dropped two on the floor, another one on the counter, and in her bowl were three with pieces of shell floating around in the raw egg.

Whisking the eggs together with a fork, she was mumbling under her breath and making quick, jerky movements. "Eggs. I'm fixing eggs. That's what I'm doing. Eggs in a pan. Dammit. Just freaking eggs. It's not that hard. Geeze."

She dumped the whisked eggs into a too hot pan on the stove and left them to cook for a minute while she opened the pantry to look for something else to cook. "I need cake. A chocolate cake. How the crap do you make a freaking chocolate cake? I need flour. Man, I want a chocolate cake. Sugar. Cocoa? Gahhh!"

(the common room is open like rooms like this are. yo.)

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[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori made her way up to the fifth floor, hoping to find people out and about. And that she did.

"Hey Annette." Tori grinned as she made her way into the common room. "How are you?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette looked over her shoulder at Tori, "Hey, Tori. I don't know how I am yet. I'm making dinner." She gave her a small smile. "How are you? Blake around?"

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori frowned. "Dinner, nice. Everything okay?" She shook her head, laughing slightly. "No, I imagined him up as a result of a spell placed on me." She didn't really want to disclose who had done it, but maybe Annette had heard the radio broadcast. "Though I didn't know it at the time."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I want chocolate cake." Didn't make sense after all the sugar she's had recently, but hey, Annette rarely made sense these days. "Maybe? I haven't decided yet. Been one heck of a day. Been one heck of a weekend too."

She grinned and set the ingredients she wanted on the counter. "Ah-ha. So a spell. Dang, and here I thought I was going to get to meet him." She heard the radio broadcast but didn't want to bring it all up either.

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate cake sounds good." Tori smiled. "Oh yeah? Are you sure you're okay?" She was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I really hope you can meet him sometime soon, though he's racing at home and across the country until I decide to make them visit. Maybe the boys will make a surprise visit, I'm sure they'll be up here for graduation."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette decided she better stir her eggs and she frowned greatly seeing that they were totally stuck to the pan. "No. I mean I'm not that great. Got into a little bit of trouble but I'll be okay. Promise."

Lifting the hot pan, she pushed it back off the hot eye and just left it. She was ready to concentrate on making her cake.

"Oh, that's good. I bet they you miss, uh?"

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Tori smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I've never gotten so many e-mails from them." She couldn't help but laugh.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She raised a brow and dumped some flower into a bowl, creating a flour cloud that hit her right in the face. Coughing just a little, Annette waved her hand.

"Uh...so this Blake? He is the one you like?" Cause she remembered her blushing.

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori smirked. "Are you okay?" She couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"He is." Tori blushed brightly.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, just a little flour. Didn't realize it could do that." She grinned.

"I hope he comes then, Tori. I really do. It would be nice if he could come and take you to Prom. You going with anyone yet?"

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

"Me either." Tori admitted, with a grin.

"I do too. Oh, that would be great. But, motocross tour and all." She didn't mind really. Blake was living his dream and she was happy for him. "No, not yet. Are you planning on going? I'm assuming if you are, it would be with Dick right?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

That made Annette feel better. "You can't cook either, Tori?"

"Uh, kind of sucks but good for him! And yes, I am going with Dick." She smiled brightly, making the flour on her face crease. "I hope the evening will be fun cause I am really looking forward to it. I hope you go, Tori." Annette said with genuine warmth.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco came into the room. "Hey Annette. Killing eggs?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"No," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "They were already dead to begin with. I'm sure of it."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Did you ask them?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She gave him a look. "Come here, Marco. Come stand by me."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco walked over to Annette. "Yes?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Look down at these eggs. I think they are beyond dead. I can't hear them. They're not even moving. Or breathing. They couldn't possibly answer me back."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco glanced down at the eggs and picked one up. He gave it a little shake. "Help Marco! Annette is going to cook us and hurt us and torture us while we're still young and pretty! Help us!" He said in a very high voice while shaking the egg.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette stared at him, then she plucked an egg from the counter and held it up to her ear, "This is the king of eggs. Don't listen to that little runt of a dead chick. We are all dead. It is our lot in life to get cooked and consumed."

Grinning, she set the egg down and said to Marco, "See? They are all dead."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"If the king is dead, how can he be talking?" Marco pointed out. "And this egg is bigger than your egg."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Size does not matter." She said smiling. "The king is the only one that is alive when he's dead. The others are just dead dead."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco blinked. "How can the king be both alive and dead? Won't that make him a zombie?"

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

A tumbleweed rolled into the common room. It wanted chocolate cake, but seeing as though there wasn't any cake there immediately, it gave up and left. Tumbleweeds have short attention spans.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

There was no way someone could miss a tumbleweed rolling into the common room.

Annette stared, opened her mouth, boggled, closed her mouth, and turned back around to finish making her cake. She wasn't even going to mention that she saw such a thing. Probably all in her mind anyway. Yep.