http://yakkoyaks.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] yakkoyaks.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-09-11 02:58 pm
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The Deck, Friday afternoon

On the deck there was a podium. Behind the podium there was a puppy... thing. And behind the puppy thing there was a poster of the puppy thing with the puppy thing's name on it.



And the puppy thing called Yakko was giving a speech.

"... and then when the bees fly to the next flower, the pollen that stuck to their bodies will rub off onto the new flower, allowing pollination to happen. And that's why you should vote for me for Freshman Class Representative!"

Thus concluded a speech that involved South American geography, the story of the Sputnik program, and what was in the average Skittle. None of it made any sense at all, which was only appropriate.

"And to convince you to vote Yakko, free sleds for everyone!" Yakko pulled a large sack from behind the podium and started pulling out sleds to hand to anyone willing to say they'd vote for him whether they were freshmen or not.

Each of the sleds had the word "Rosebud" written on them for some reason.

[OOC: Come one, come all, get a sled in September! Yeah, I don't know.]

[identity profile] futuresmuggler.livejournal.com 2009-09-12 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you!" she said, taking them and looking them over. Had to inspect the merchandise, of course. "You've definitely got my vote."

[identity profile] futuresmuggler.livejournal.com 2009-09-12 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Jean tried to talk me into it. It's not happening," Mirax assured him. "I'm completely on your team here. Since there are sleds and all."

[identity profile] futuresmuggler.livejournal.com 2009-09-12 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"And that's not a story I'd want to tell afterwards," she agreed.

Why was she talking like this was normal?

"I should be going. With my sleds."