Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-08-03 03:30 pm
Third Floor Common Room, Early Monday Afternoon
"But why do you want to make M.O.T.s?"
”Because there’s a triumph."
"But what kind of triumph?" Kate's brother's voice crackled on speakerphone from her cellphone that was on the kitchen counter.
”It was a school thing,” Kate answered, trying not to sound as evasive as she was being. ”We... won something.”
It made her brother snort. ”Since when do you care about your school winning anything?”
Kate was baking. Muffins of Triumph, to be exact. She was still stuck in mothering and food-making mode, much like she had been all weekend. And she desperately needed to do something that reminded her of home. So she decided on M.O.T.s, which were food, and also very much a family thing.
The problem was that Kate wasn’t actually much of a baker, but for now this was a happy thing, because it gave her an excuse to be on the phone to her brother every five minutes through the baking process.
”Since I've been at this school,” she answered her brother’s question. ”Where winning means something.”
She was over the moon about having all of her hopefully-would-be-friends back in the land of the awake and in this universe, thank you very much.
It was definitely time for Muffins Of Triumph.
[OOC: Open!]
”Because there’s a triumph."
"But what kind of triumph?" Kate's brother's voice crackled on speakerphone from her cellphone that was on the kitchen counter.
”It was a school thing,” Kate answered, trying not to sound as evasive as she was being. ”We... won something.”
It made her brother snort. ”Since when do you care about your school winning anything?”
Kate was baking. Muffins of Triumph, to be exact. She was still stuck in mothering and food-making mode, much like she had been all weekend. And she desperately needed to do something that reminded her of home. So she decided on M.O.T.s, which were food, and also very much a family thing.
The problem was that Kate wasn’t actually much of a baker, but for now this was a happy thing, because it gave her an excuse to be on the phone to her brother every five minutes through the baking process.
”Since I've been at this school,” she answered her brother’s question. ”Where winning means something.”
She was over the moon about having all of her hopefully-would-be-friends back in the land of the awake and in this universe, thank you very much.
It was definitely time for Muffins Of Triumph.
[OOC: Open!]

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This was accompanied by an expression that made it clear that this was really saying something.
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That would be a no.
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Yes, he did think this topic of conversation was funny.
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Kate was never getting tired off mocking Tybalt for that, no.
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"No one laid their hands or paws on him, but it didn't stop him from being in a pissy mood after he transformed back."
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"Last time I saw him, he was very sparkly. If that's still the case, you'll recognize him pretty easily," she added, grinning at some private joke.
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"Looked pretty good on him. He didn't think so."
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Some people had informed him about what might happen when there was glitter involved.
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...Yeah, Kate was kind of losing her grip on the whole 'the glitter had nothing to do with me' pretense thing.
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"Well of course not!" It happened because some people were drunk and in the mood for glitter. Totally different thing. "Only happens to people who really need to be glitterified."
A pause. "Or so I'm guessing. I couldn't possibly really know anything about anything like that," Kate added, examining her fingernails.
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"Of course you wouldn't," he replied. "And I'm sorry that your glitter plan for Tybalt failed."
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"It wasn't a complete failure. He was very, very pretty in the sunlight, even if there was no boykissy involved."
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Not that Leto knew a lot about girls bursting into tears. It had been a quite new experience.
"Perhaps better luck next time, then." He got to his feet, suddenly feeling how tired he was. "I need to go back to my room. And thank you for the muffins, they were quite delicious."
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"You're welcome. I should probably go clean up the glass," she said with a little laugh, getting up to go back to the kitchen area.
But before she did, her expression went slightly more serious, as she looked him in the eyes. "Thank you." And she really, really meant it.
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