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Dorm Lobby, Saturday morning

After finishing up his radio broadcast, Dave made his way back to the dorms - with a detour for coffee, of course - and started to set up a table in the lobby. He had a couple dozen jars of various fruit jams that he made last night and a poster hung on the table reading:
Dave Nelson for Sophomore Class Representative
Great with jams
Better with student government

Free homemade jam for all sophomores!

He was now ready to buy votes with smashed up, jarred fruit. Who else could say that?

[OOC: Open lobby, naturally! Dave will probably give jam to non-sophomores, too if they promise to mention his generosity to sophomores.

Oh, and I'm dropping a tiny bit of OCD in here on the off chance that somebody else wants to campaign in the lobby. Dave's not a lobby hog.]

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Dave is at his table, ready to explain to people why he should be elected to Student Council.

And also what on earth jam has to do with his campaign.

Just in case anyone else wants to campaign.

Because if I don't include it, someone else will because they believe that the Mayans predicted that a lack of OOC threads will end the world. FOR SHAME, PEOPLE. FOR SHAME.

Natalie, with her takeaway cup of coffee and her little paper bag of goods from J,GoB, was not a sophomore. Nor did she have an interest in student politics – or, indeed, in starting unnecessary social interactions with too many people.

But she had to stop here, one eyebrow raised. "Jam?"

Edited 2011-09-03 15:52 (UTC)

"Homemade," Dave said proudly. "Well, dorm-made. But that's close enough to count, eh, Kate?" No, he wasn't used to people looking like other people. Let it sink in for a moment.... "Wait, didn't you graduate?"

Dave would be very apologetic in a moment.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Natalie's face, but she was quick to get it under control, hidden beneath a mask of mildness. "You're thinking about the other girl with a face like this," she said. "I'm Natalie, I just got here last weekend."

"Oh! I'm so sorry," Dave said. "I'm still not used to people looking so much like other people... Want some jam?"

"What flavour is it?"

Well, it might not hurt to have jam. Even if she was pretty sure he was offering largely because he'd just mistaken her for someone everyone else was mistaking her for too.

Edited 2011-09-03 16:03 (UTC)

It was most of the reason, yes. "I have grape, strawberry, blueberry, and mixed berry," Dave said. "And since elections are a couple weeks away, I'm happy to take suggestions for the future."

"I'm not really any kind of expert on jam," Natalie said. "And I'm a junior." So, not a potential vote for him. "Can I still get a blueberry one?"

"Sure. Think of it as a welcome to Fandom. And an apology for thinking you were someone else, since I'm sure you're getting that a lot," Dave said, grabbing a jar of the blueberry and handing it over. "But if you could mention this to any sophomore friends, I'd appreciate it."

"I don't have any sophomore friends." She didn't have any friends, to be honest. Still, she took the jar. "But thanks. I'll... try."

"Oh, right, because you've only been here a week. Well, then let me be the first," Dave said. Granted, he'd been here the whole summer and he didn't really have any sophomore friends either. Topher didn't count. He was more of a foil. "I'm Dave. But you probably figured that out from the poster. And the label on the jar that says 'Vote for Dave.'"

"Yes, I figured." Through the awesome power of being able to read, oh yes. But he didn't seem bad, so she was light on the dry tone. "And I'm still Natalie. Pleased to meet you, Dave."

Good old fashioned Midwestern niceness counted for a lot, apparently. "Same here. So, other than people thinking you're someone else, how are you liking the place so far?"

He was even showing a personal interest in fellow students who couldn't even vote him into office! If it were actually a political ploy, it may have been a good one. But it wasn't one.

Natalie shrugged in a noncommittal way. "Takes getting used to." Which was an understatement, but she preferred to keep the worst things to herself. "But I haven't run away yet."

Rilla had manhandled Jim's stroller (and the baby himself) down five flights of stairs and was now staring aghast at Dave's poster.

"You made jam?!"

She burnt jam. A lot.

"I tend to think that if you can survive the first week, you can almost survive anything Fandom throws at you," Dave said. "Especially if you're okay with fighting or hiding every once in a while."

Go ahead, guess which one short, skinny Dave preferred.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" Dave asked, confused by the tone and the stroller and the baby. There was a lot there that he wasn't expecting.

"I'm fine with fighting." She was skinny, and didn't look like she had a lot of muscle, but looks could be deceiving. Still, she raised an eyebrow. "Is that necessary often?"

"I wouldn't say 'often,'" Dave noted. "I was here all summer, and it was only really necessary once. So I wouldn't count on more than that. Once every few months or so."

"Once every few months," Natalie repeated, then shrugged a shoulder. That didn't seem so bad to her. Not her favourite thing in the world, but not the worst. "Okay. And why is there fighting?"

"Well, last month a bunch of people turned into monsters because of some kind of space rock and... I sound insane saying that, don't I?" Dave asked. "I swear it happened."

Rilla would have flailed if she wasn't holding an infant. "But I haven't made anything yet and I certainly can't compete with jam! I burn jam!"

"Oh, you're running for Sophomore Representative?" Dave asked. "I'm sure you could make something other than jam. It's not exactly flying off the table yet."

Yes, he was going to be encouraging to the pretty shouting girl with the baby. Because that was still a lot of things to take in at once and, yell, that's how Dave dealt with things.

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