Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[omgnochecksyet]

Look, while Eric's experiences in Fandom had managed to largely rid him of the fainting-goat response to danger, he still wasn't the type to go seek it out willingly. So yes, he'd spent most of the weekend inside.

The moment the power came back on, though, that's when he could do what he did best: bake.

And so it was that Sunday evening, in a span of time that bordered on 'improbably short', he managed to fill his common room with an assortment of freshly-baked goods in celebration.

[ooc: come in and partake of baked goods that were created without the monetary assistance of a god of mischief!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ohmygod, what smells so good in here and may I please have some?"

Summer looked like crap. She had slept in the rec room after her party last night because her room had, you know, a big shark-made hole it it and it had still been raining and there was no hot water for most of the day so she felt and smelled completely miserable as she tried to access the damage to her room, and then the power came back and she was going to see if that meant a hot shower could be in order, but then there was that aroma and her stomach overpowered her and caused her to drift over to the common room to investigate that first.

[omgnochecksyet]

"Of course you can, hun, I made plenty." An embarasssingly large amount, really. But sometimes he just got In The Zone and the next thing you knew... common room full of pie. And brownies. Also a tray or two of cupcakes.

[ooc: ironically, power here got shut off almost immediately after i made the post. back on now though!]

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ohmygod, you are the best ," Summer gushed, making a bee-line toward anything with chocolate. And she tried, really she did, not to just wolf it down,

She mostly failed. She would definitely regret all this sugar soon, but right now she was just glad for the comfort food.

"Howdyou--," she started, stopped, chewed a moment, swallowed, and tried again. "How'd you hold out through all this, Eric?"

Better than her, she hoped.

[[omg.nice.]]

[omgnochecksyet]

"Oh, well enough, I suppose," Eric said. "I spent the weekend inside. I'm not exactly shark-fighting material."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Smart," said Summer. "I wouldn't think I'm one myself, but I didn't have a choice much. Shiemi and I got one right through oor freakin' wall."

And she was not letting that one go for a long. Long time.

[omgnochecksyet]

"Oh!" Eric's hand flew to his mouth as his eyes went wide with horrified surprise. "Summer, that's awful. But you two are both okay, so that's somethi- wait, if your room's got a hole, where did you stay last night?" he asked, concerned.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer pointed down at the floor. "Rec room couch? Surprisingly comfortable."

Although, really, the multiple jello shots probably helped knock her out, too.

"But, yeah, we're both okay. Thankfully, we were both on opposite sides of the room and not right in the middle. I wish I could say the same for all of our stuff, but after some assessment today, the damage might not have been too bad."

[omgnochecksyet]

"And I'm sure the school's insurance policy is very good," Eric said reassuringly. "I mean, it'd have to be."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Right?" said Summer. "I hope so. Can you imagine the kind of legal paperwork this place probably produces? I wonder what the people who have to deal with it are like?"

[omgnochecksyet]

"Have any of them ever actually been here?" Eric wondered. "Or do they just like go 'okaaaay. sounds fake, but okay.' every time someone from the Island submits a claim?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "I bet thry just have this big giant stsmp, and dome poor intern has to spend all day just paper, stsmp, send. Paper, stamp, send. Over aND over and over. Every so often, he chances a glance down, reads out of boredom, and wonders if he's going crazy, because there's no way this could be legit, there's no way it can be real. And then, boom. Sharkicane hits. They bring in a whole wheelbarrow of claims
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath...

"Papee, stamp, send. Paper, stamp, send...."

[omgnochecksyet]

Eric burst out into a fit of giggles. "If you send in a claim maybe we should send a batch of tarts or something as a sort of sympathy gift," he mused. "Bet they'd approve your paperwork real fast."