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

[propulsion]

I could. I could make a waffle iron.

[ Extreme competitive circles. ]

[foolsmakeitcolder]

That's fighting dirty.

[propulsion]

Yeah, well, you're running with the big dogs, big dog.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

So what are you proposing to be serving on these... hypothetical waffles?

[propulsion]

I was thinking, keep it simple. Little syrup, little whipped cream.

You don't wanna go crazy, you know, trying to trick people with fresh fruit or whatever, it's a little much. Strawberries. More like whoreberries.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

You'd stoop to slut-shaming my berries.