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?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

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

[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.