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Jan 24, 2011 17:44

[The lights in the mess hall kitchen indicate that someone is burning the midnight oil. If you happen to wander in, Ned is furiously baking pies in a flurry of flour and fruit. There are rows and stacks of pies and the ovens seemed to be occupied in rotation]

in character as the kids say these days, ic (dead people), :'(

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raburaburabu January 25 2011, 01:53:13 UTC
*oh how I long to goad you into high pitched noises to soothe myself*

So many.

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pie_or_death January 25 2011, 02:01:55 UTC
They need to last awhile.

[Motoring around the kitchen doing things]

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raburaburabu January 25 2011, 02:03:49 UTC
A while?

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pie_or_death January 25 2011, 02:11:38 UTC
...Yeah.

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samsera January 25 2011, 02:15:09 UTC
...that's a lot...

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pie_or_death January 25 2011, 02:33:23 UTC
People expect them, Sera.

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samsera January 25 2011, 02:50:45 UTC
[head tilt]

Not this many.

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pie_or_death January 25 2011, 02:52:52 UTC
They... have to last people.

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purple_pliers January 25 2011, 07:01:30 UTC
...Ned? What's the occasion?

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pie_or_death January 26 2011, 01:49:41 UTC
[nnnot looking at her; still working]

It's good to have a back-stock.

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purple_pliers January 26 2011, 06:26:29 UTC
[approaching]

Are you alright?

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pie_or_death January 28 2011, 15:36:53 UTC
[nnnnot looking at her]

Violet, I'm so sorry.

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tobethemiracle January 25 2011, 21:27:00 UTC
Ned ... tomorrow's Tuesday.

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pie_or_death January 25 2011, 22:29:43 UTC
They freeze okay. Or maybe if no one tries to eat them they won't be seen as a threat to tradition. Is it only the food in the mess hall that gets turned into sludge? We could store them in the cabin.

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tobethemiracle January 26 2011, 01:59:56 UTC
Just ... stop, Ned. This doesn't help.

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pie_or_death January 26 2011, 02:01:31 UTC
[Puts his hands over the counter and leans on it, not looking up but at least not frantically making pies]

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