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Had Snow not known better, she might have thought a war had been fought in the compound the day before. The entire place was a mess, and there were bodies everywhere. The primary difference, of course, was that these bodies were still very much alive. She had been somewhat hesitant to emerge from her cubicle in the dorm room that morning, but in the end her sense of duty won out, and she managed to make her way to the kitchen with only seeing one naked bottom (Although she had to hold her hands at either side of her eyes as she went, like blinders.)
Her bread that morning was the same recipe as always; nothing special added like chocolate. It was sliced and laid out with fruit, coffee, juice and the hope that no one attended breakfast in the nude.
[OOC: Happy morning-after breakfast post! You know the drill. Snow's tags may be delayed, as I am busy at work today.]
Her bread that morning was the same recipe as always; nothing special added like chocolate. It was sliced and laid out with fruit, coffee, juice and the hope that no one attended breakfast in the nude.
[OOC: Happy morning-after breakfast post! You know the drill. Snow's tags may be delayed, as I am busy at work today.]