Second Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla had missed the newbie picnic, sadly, and so far her only real interaction with anyone new to the island was having one knock her over and then turn into a baby cheetah before she'd even gotten his name.

Or before she'd gotten the lunch he'd offered. Dammit.

But such a shameful state of affairs couldn't stand any longer. Today Karla had decided to get to know people a little better by heading over to the common room and do a bit of baking to celebrate the newbies surviving their first week of Fandom. Yesterday's mention of cupcakes on the radio had her interested in trying her hand at making some of her own; she'd already pretty much perfected cookies, after all.

Maybe she could offer a batch or two to the teachers of the cupcake class!

"You behave," she told the baby cheetah sternly. "You can run around, but be careful. I'm not replacing any of the lamps in this room, too."

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley had barely stepped into the common room before he saw that Karla was baking. At which point he tried to creep away very, very quietly so he could send a Red Alert to everyone at school.

Until he tripped over a table which fell noisily to the ground, making his presence known. Damnit.

[glacial_queen]

"Dammit, kitty!" Karla said, looking up from her mixing bowl. "What did I just--Wesley!"

Grumpiness turned into smiles when she saw him. "Kiss kiss! I haven't seen you in forever! Guess what, I'm making cupcakes to share! You should stick around, the first batch will be ready soon!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Lucky, lucky Wesley.

"Oh," he said, with an accompanying little smile that was just a few watts shy of legitimate. "How wonderful."

[wwiii]

There was a long, long silence, once Warren had noticed Wesley in the room. And then he kind of sidled up beside him, looking calm and cool and casual, and finally said something.

"I am so, so sorry."

For not realizing sooner that Karla was in here, trying to bake something that she would inevitably think was fit for human consumption.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I've no intention of eating it," Wesley made sure to clarify. Under his breath, of course. That was just simple manners.

Then --

"I do hope she doesn't burn down the dormitories."

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Behind him, Hank snorted. "Butterfingers!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Hey. You try sneaking out of a room with that much pressure to escape. It's a stressful endeavor.

"Shh!" Wesley hissed. "She'll hear you."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

After peering into the room, Tony caught sight of the culinary abomination Karla. Someone to oh so covertly ask about Peter. Perfect.

It was only then that he noticed the cheetah. "Whoa, small wild animal in the dorms!"

[glacial_queen]

"Only recently wild," Karla said, waving Tony into the room. "He's a newbie. Not that I know which one. Didn't even get a name. He ran into me, helped me up, and turned into a cheetah."

She sighed. "After this, he owes me like three lunches."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Tony stared down at the cat for a moment. "Mr. Rogers turned into a turkey for ages."

A beat.

"...have a blanket nearby when he changes back."

TONY WAS SCARRED FOR LIFE.

[wwiii]

"Nameless random kid," Warren intoned, stepping into the room, being careful to keep his wings spread just slightly, so that he wouldn't end up with a cheetah kitten hanging from them. He knew what to expect from felines by this point, yeah. "I guess he won't be getting any of Karla's cupcakes."

They should all be so lucky.

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure?" Hank challenged. "Because I'm pretty sure that looks like a pet."

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

Because clearly eating Twinkies all week wasn't enough for Butters, he found himself enticed by the scent filling the hallway and found his way (again! Can you believe it?) to the second floor common room in search of what it was.

"O-oh, b-boy!" He nervously peeked his head in, but the call was too strong to refuse. "Are those c-cupcakes?"

[wwiii]

"They're... uh..." Warren had no idea how to spread the word that they were potential objects of biological warfare while Karla was still in the room. This could prove to be problematic in his sudden desire to save the life of the poor new-ish kid. "... Probably fattening."

Yeah. That was the best that he could do without seriously endangering his own health and well-being.

[glacial_queen]

"They are!" Karla said, excited to inflict share her cupcakes with someone. "I'm making lots to share. Would you like some?"

Run, Butters. Run.

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

"They could be. Or possibly they're a cunning trap. Only time will tell. WoooOOOOOooooOOOOOOoooo!"

Hank wiggled his fingers spookily.

[wwiii]

Oh, dear God, why did Warren not manage to catch this travesty before it had gotten past the point of no return? Why?

"Baking?" He wasn't quite all the way inside the room yet. He was testing the waters. Making certain that nothing was going to explode before he even dared step inside.

[glacial_queen]

"Warren!" Karla was thrilled to see her boyfriend wandering into the common room. He was just in time to share some delicious cupcakes! Wasn't he so super-lucky?

"Kiss kiss," she continued, holding her face out for one. "Wanna help me frost some cupcakes?"

She would probably notice if you started dropping them all on the floor, Warren.

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Hank slowly crept up behind Warren, determined to pluck a feather. Not for scientific purposes or anything, just because he thought it would be funny.

Also, so he could tickle people with it.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Hey, someone making food on her floor! Score!

"Hey," Kenzi said, moseying over and looking interested. "What've you got? Can I help?" Then she'd be owed food, right?

[wwiii]

From nearby, looking more than a little ruffled, Warren was already mouthing, 'RUN.'

Because he didn't want to see any innocent new kids die, today.

[glacial_queen]

"A newbie!" Karla said, glancing up with an excited grin. "Come in! I'm making cupcakes as a way to say hello!"

Come in and try one, Kenzi! They're delicious! Also, help yourself to a roommate while you're at it!

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

"It's called an 'oven'," Hank told her helpfully. "We use them in this century to 'bake' things."

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Hank followed his nose into the room, not sure yet whether or not he wanted to eat what he'd find on the other end. "What smells so... WHOA! Ocelot!!!"

[glacial_queen]

"Cheetah!" Karla retorted from where she was adding a new batch of cupcakes to the oven. "He's a baby cheetah. Maybe you know him?" she added hopefully.