http://ihavediabetes.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2012-03-26 06:33 pm
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Second floor common room- Monday night

There were pizzas in the kitchen. A few boxes of them, piled up in the kitchen, which Stacey found when she was going looking for dinner.

Stacey assumed she would have heard about any parties if they were happening, and one person couldn't possibly order all this for themselves, could they? So she put them out on the common room table and got some plates for people in case they came through.

She would make herself a salad. Whoever left them for the diabetic to find was kind of mean.


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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
After a desperately needed session of punching things in the gym, Cara was making her way back upstairs when her nose lead her to the common room.

She made a beeline for the boxes. "Those yours?" What? She asked. It totally counted as manners.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"They're someone's," Stacey said with a shrug. "They were out, so I figured they were for everyone. Help yourself."

And if not... well then whoever ordered them needed to be better about labeling things.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Cara looked through the boxes in search of a pizza with a sufficient amount of meat.

If they did belong to someone they had only themselves to blame for leaving their delicious bread, meat and melted cheese unattended.

"You didn't see anything small and green running around?" Unlike some people, she wasn't stupid enough to eat gremlin leftovers.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she said quickly. "If one of those was here, I wouldn't be."

Stupid gremlins.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Never hurts to check," Cara said, shrugging and carrying her chosen box over to the couch.

The tasty, tasty meat was hers.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course now I'm looking for them..." she said, and she definitely was looking down at the floor now.

See what you did, Cara?
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Since she hadn't actually intended to do that, Cara probably shouldn't have felt as amused and accomplished as she did. "They like hiding in the air vents," she helpfully added.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that was how that one got me that time," Stacey grumbled. "Out of the vent, over to grab my bracelet, and that was that."

Seriously. From now on she'd give up the jewelry and buy more. That was why god invented credit cards.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You poor thing." Cara sounded truly sympathetic, really she did.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Have you ever been bitten?" she wondered.

She was betting not, with that true sympathy.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Once." The completely and utterly sincere sympathy was actually because she was sure whatever happened to Stacey couldn't possibly match her own indignity.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Well now she was curious. "What'd you do?"
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing too memorable," Cara lied. Even if she hadn't been Mord'Sith, no amount of torture could have gotten her to admit to thinking she was a pretty, pink princess. Who spoke in rhyme.

[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com 2012-03-27 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Meaning you just don't want to say?" Not that Stacey could blame her. Notice how she hadn't volunteered information either.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-03-27 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Meaning it wasn't memorable." There was a difference between something being not memorable and not wanting to remember it, Cara.
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