Third Floor Common Room, Friday evening

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave had a few things on his mind right now. Concern over the beginning of the school year. Boredom now that his horrifying yet entertaining roommate had been away for a few days. Worry about voicemails talking about giving him weapons. But right now he was focusing on the Student Council election. He intended to win one of the sophomore seats, and he was going to do it the best way he knew how: by making the best damn jam he could. And he could make pretty good jam. He won gold medals three years running for Best Preserves at his local 4-H.

And if that didn't work, maybe he could terrify impress people with his trick knife-throwing. But he'd have to get the money for throwing knives, or at least have his mother send his set from home. So really, the preserves were his best bet.

And that's why he was hard at work in the common room's kitchen with several jars, pots, and plenty of fruit. Once he was done with this, he just needed a good tagline. Something about... "Dave will help you out of a JAM." Except that he was using jam to win votes. Somehow.

Dave was starting to realize that he hadn't really thought through the idea of preserves as a campaign tool. But it was too late to stop now.

[OOC: The common room is as open as common rooms tend to be!]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Quinn said uneasily. "... wait, they trust you with a gun?"

What kind of insane world was she from?

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"They who?" Kenzi asked, probably revealing more than Quinn wanted to know. "Wes is gonna teach me. When he's recovered from his vacation to somewhere scary." He'd remember it eventually. Or she'd go bug him. Same deal.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Wait, what's wrong with Wesley?" Quinn asked. "Not that the thought of you with a gun doesn't utterly terrify me, but Wes is my friend."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had an 'oops' face for a second, then some wariness, then a little consideration. "He wouldn't tell me everything, just said he'd had a rough few weeks, and he looked like he needed to sleep for just as many. Something happened when he went home to visit his girlfriend." She studied Quinn carefully. "So I didn't bug him as much as I usually do, 'cause he's my Big Sib."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Quinn barely knew Katniss at all, and she hadn't been paying enough attention to have a sense things were bad with them or with Wes.

"I'll ... stop in and say hey. Sometime when he won't be asleep."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. That-- he'd probably appreciate it." In her opinion, Wes didn't get that enough. And Quinn had a heart. Even if she had a stick up her ass, too. "Take him food too." She grinned. "Jam!"