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]

I hate before noon. What if I send my assassin.

( hang on, that came out wrong— )

Not to kill you, I want him to get me the pancakes.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Should I worry that you felt like you just had to clarify?

[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. )

[heirring]

What sorts of things are being put on these pancakes?

[From the sound of it, this will be a major determining factor as to whether she is tempted to partake.]

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Butter, jam, maple syrup, honey, whipped cream and seasonal fruits. Got a gallon of strawberries this morning.

Topping your pancake's your own responsibility, though.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

What toppings should we send Impending Scary Man back with?

[heirring]

Oh, well. So long as there is honey. That's all fine then.

[elegiaque]

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

[propulsion]

Yeah but don't any of you get used to it. This is a one time kindness. After that, it's back to earning your pancakes like the rest of us.

Pizza Wednesday's on the house, though.

[bouchonne]

I should quite like to know what constitutes a rifter delicacy before I consume it. Delicacies are often things like bear gall or slivered nug fingers.

[favoriteanalyst]

Home fries? What's that about? Is that that--that potato thing with all the seasoning?

[pathlit]

[ Groggily, because lo, what a wondrous wake up call: ] This a regular thing?

[ Likely also muffled because he’s rubbing his face awake, debating if he should go or skip it in favor of more sleep (but give him another minute and pancakes now will win). ]

[foolsmakeitcolder]

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

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Can appreciate someone who knows exactly what they like.

You tried home fries yet?

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Always wanted to get into a block rivalry.

Someone better bring Taco Tuesday before we dominate.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

It's fried potatoes. S'pose I could always bring the Rocky Mountain Oysters for the adventurous.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

That would be the potato thing. You might be ready to try hash browns.

[bouchonne]

Let me guess - testicles?

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Every Sunday I'm at the Gallows. Toppings may vary.

This something familiar, or are you trying something new?

[heirring]

Is a home fries different from a Burger King fries?

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Deep-fried.

Disclaimer: they taste like erasers.

[bouchonne]

[ Oh he was right? He nods to himself, satisfied. ]

Yes, I can't imagine any way in which the testicle could be made appetizing. [ Spoken as one who's had many a pair of balls in his mouth. ]

[foolsmakeitcolder]

They're cousins.

[favoriteanalyst]

Try as in eat or try as in attempt to help you make?

[foolsmakeitcolder]

[Well he wasn't going to say it.]

Hot sauce, mostly. Some people use cocktail sauce, but then it just tastes like a less-good calamari.