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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 12:14 am
When young Petro arrived at his dorm room that afternoon, he was greeted by a note pinned to his door. It was an ominous shade of pink that glittered alarmingly at him. Hellma No need to come by administration office, just go to cafeteria. Be polite and also be glad that simple manual labour will suffice for this time, ponyboy.- Hellma Shox
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 5:51 am
Petro had no problem with anything pink or glittery. His Starsier and Wishing Candy both fit that description and the pair ran his room like they owned it (whenever he was out at least). But the horse boil still felt a sense of alarm when he saw who the note was from.
Hellma Shox
W-what would the school's Headmistress want with his hide? A-and why the cafeteria? This wouldn't have anything to do with those spookies he baked that went missing, did it? It wasn't like he took the ingredients from Ginger's pantry! The monster horse snorted in annoyance and confusion, then ripped the note off his door and tucked it into his desk drawer before heading to the designated location.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 7:36 pm
The dainty-yet-hulking lunchlady, Ginger, awaited him in the cafeteria with a broad smile on her face and a pink, ruffled bundle of fabric in hand. "Pleased to see ya on time, my dearie, we got ourselves quite the bit o'work to be at this evening!" Her overall demeanor was cheerful and welcoming. "Now jest put this on, love, and I suppose you can leave your hair be as it's not flopping about all o'er the place."
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 5:42 am
The horse boil eyed the fabric in suspicion. Less for the color and more for the fact he had to put it on. Unrolling the bundle of fabric he discovered it was an apron. One with ruffles. And he was supposed to wear it. After a second or two of staring uncertainly at it, Tro shrugged and donned the apron.
"Lunchlady Ginger, ma'am, 'm not gonna shirk off any punishment y' have for me but can I know why 'm here?" he asked as he slipped it on and tied the straps behind him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:10 am
With a gasp, Ginger twirled to really take in the boil. "Why by Cthulhu's netherbits, my dear, ya don't mean to tell me yeh poisoned those poor wee lads by accident?!" Pulling a wooden spoon out of her hair, the lunchlady began shaking it at Petro. "Well that's quite the thing, I say! Tis a right fine notion to go baking up some spookies, but if yeh gotta be poisoning folks as well, as least do so on purpose. Why, yer a proper hazard as ya are!" With a great deal of tsking and exclamations, Ginger eventually herded him into the kitchens.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:52 am
"M-ma'am?" The tikbalang blinked at the lunchlady as she answered his question. Wait. Wait. Spookies? Poisoned!? Him?! Wee lads? What? The horse boil had a look of complete bewilderment on his face even as Ginger brought him into the kitchens. "I, I did bake me some spookies but ma'am, they ain't poisonous! Had one myself but 'm just fine," he wasn't trying to worm his way out of detention but suffice to say, Tro just didn't realize if someone needed an iron stomach to survive his baking attempts, the finished products just... might be poisonous.
Not fatal. But, yes, medical attention will be required.
"I'd prove to y' they ain't poisonous but they went missing," he grumbled as he entered the kitchen. Then it dawned on him. "Ma'am, 'm sorry for talking y'r ear off and asking all'v these questions but did them wee lads steal my spookies?" Hopefully, Ginger wouldn't mind Tro's rather... less-than-stellar ability to immediately piece things together.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 11:21 pm
With a thoughtful look, Ginger listened to the boil speak and considered his question. "Well, I can't rightly say as they didn't. For such little fellows they certainly can pack away the treats." She gave a heavy sigh before continuing, "An it would be a lie to say they didn't have a shifty turn, the lot o'em. But yer spookies did send 'em straight to that Cricket's office, so I suppose it's a just turn of events."
Opening a cupboard she glanced in before quickly slamming it shut. "Now that we 'ave that all cleared up, I suppose it would do you...an any that happens to be in yer vicinity, a world a good to teach ya some slightly less dire baking habits." Reaching into her hair again, she pulled out a knife, opened the cupboard again, and gave something a fierce stab. It's screech echoed throughout the kitchens, and Ginger continued with a nod, "Jest about right. Now, my lad, did you try to at least purify the area's FEAR when ye set about to baking?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 8:01 am
As Ginger confirmed that it was indeed his spookies that was the culprit, Petro felt torn with this discovery. On the one hand, it was a jack damn great way to have gotten back at those pesky gnomes. On the other hand, what did that say about his baking skills? He'd tried to bake even back home and while his Clansmen told him he could do better none of them needed any FEARhealing.
He was beginning to brood about it, actually. Thankfully, the knife Ginger pulled out of her hair caught his attention. And if that hadn't worked, the screech that followed after she stabbed something would have definitely done the trick. Oh! This was a new technique for baking! Petro's brown eyes widened as his mouth pulled into an eager grin. If he was going to learn some of Ginger's baking techniques, he was glad he got detention!
At her question, the horse boil blinked dumbly. "Purify?" Obviously, the thought never even crossed his mind.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 5:01 pm
"Hmmm...yes, I s'pose ya wouldna 'ave know. While not entirely necessary..." opening another cupboard, Ginger pulled out a perfectly ripe pumpkin, and held it aloft, "...purification of FEAR can help those with ahhh...culinary disadvantages. Be a love, an get the cleanin' supplies out o'that cupboard right next...yes that's the one. Best be cleaning the counters well and good afore we start. Now where was I? Ah, yes, purifications...well, most folk use pumpkins, a bunch o'good pumpkins can keep FEAR right pristine, so they can. Keeps out any JOY or other powerful emotions from taintin' our lovely lands, bodies, an' our spookies as well!"
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