Crystal;

[foolsmakeitcolder]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Jude
RECIPIENT: All y'all
NOTES: The first Sunday after New Rifters got dumped in LARPville.

[Jude's voice is low and entirely too damn cheery. Fucker's a morning person.]

Announcement's mostly for the new folks, but for the old folks too: it's pancake Sunday. If you can drag your ass down to the kitchens before noon I will get you a plate. If you come after that, you roll the dice.

This week I'm making home fries. Rifter delicacy. If you have a request, don't be shy about it.

There's a few of you newbies floating around and I know at least some of you from Orientation, so I'll make it easy: if you're new to the Gallows, this invite is especially for you. Come meet some people.


[ooc; Jude is the acting personnel officer, and the touchstone person for new arrivals, especially Rifters. Feel free to say they've met.]

Comments

[elegiaque]

He's retired, ( primly. ) Actually, he'd like that, probably, he has this very particular cheek muscle twitch that seems to say 'why don't you two just let me go and get the pizza normal' whenever Florent and I bring it back.

( pretending to do a heist is part of the fun of pizza. )

[foolsmakeitcolder]

What toppings should we send Impending Scary Man back with?

[elegiaque]

Three plates, please, two with everything, one with lemon.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Two classic, one bold choice. You want cream with the lemon one?

[elegiaque]

Mmm-mmm. Just lemon. ( there's a stifled yawn on her end of the crystal. )

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Good. They'll get plated fast, so send him in quick.

[elegiaque]

( yawning, ) He's on his way now, he was listening to me. Eavesdropper—

( sounds like it is being called after the sound of retreating footsteps. )

[foolsmakeitcolder]

[Jude sends back all that's requested, plus a small pot of rhubarb jam and honey butter.

Not the standard, but who's going to call him out?]