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[cake_and_death]

[there's a sign on the mess hall door today: "Now Serving Tuesday Vichyssoise." Come inside and you will indeed find pots of a lovely chilled puree... that doesn't look like it's made of potatoes]

. . . all the blenders, ruined.

((AND THEN I WAS SUDDENLY CALLED AWAY BY FAMILY. I'm sorry, I will pick up, please mingle!))

Comments

[mightlovedogs]

[g-gag]

But we need those blenders!

[justwannahave]

*has seen that sign*

I don't think they're any good to anyone now . . .

[mightlovedogs]

This is awful. Terrible, even.

[justwannahave]

It's Tuesday anyway . . . I wasn't intending to go into the Mess Hall.

[mightlovedogs]

I check in every Tuesday just in case. One time Camp gave us cake instead of soup. ... There were babies in it, but most of it was normal.

[justwannahave]

Babies . . . not real ones, I presume? More like plastic things to stick in cakes, I would hope?

[mightlovedogs]

I don't know. When Camp says there are babies in the cake, I don't ask questions.

[justwannahave]

Knowing what the answers might be, I wouldn't blame anyone for not wanting to know.

[mightlovedogs]

Exactly.

[justwannahave]

And a soup by any other name on Tuesday is still a health hazard.

[mightlovedogs]

You can't blame a hungry girl for dreaming.

[justwannahave]

Hope springs eternal?

[mightlovedogs]

You could say that.

[justwannahave]

In Camp, contingency plans for Tuesday might be more realistic.

[mightlovedogs]

I already have a contingency plan for Tuesdays, but it's never enough.

[THE LONG-SUFFERING SIGH OF A BIG EATER]

[justwannahave]

. . . There's always the corn?

[Placeholder--going to be busy for two hours]