[ it's lovely here! it's really lovely! all these lovely people, this lovely smell in the air, that... less than lovely man walking around taking bites out of anything he comes across. is that what he's doing? is there any money being exchanged? no, no by the look of it, and not by the sounds of the responses of stall owners - anything from bafflement to quiet outrage. close enough and it becomes apparent that the one-bite wonder isn't even altogether complimentary. or in fact complimentary at all. ]
Too much flour. [ next stall, next bite: ] Too long in the oven. It's like none of your parents ever bothered to teach you how to bake. Isn't that taught in schools these days? I thought cooking class - home ec? that what you call it? - was big in soccer mom suburbia. Maybe things are different out in the sticks. [ next stall, next bite: ] God... Annie— Annie? Really? People under 45 are still called Annie? Mm. S'pose so. Windows '98— Annie. How the hell did you manage to ruin gingerbread? That's a skill in and of itself. Ought to advertise that, have some business cards printed. "Worst gingerbread in Fickle Forest." People are idiots, imagine they'll come flocking. Well, Annie, cheers then!
[ aaaaand he's swanning off in his suit and his cheekbones to the next unfortunate soul at the next unfortunate stall across the way -
whether you're the poor unfortunate running the stall, a bystander fed up with his antics or someone conscious of the unrest left in his wake, it certainly doesn't look like he'll be running out of steam by himself any time soon. confront him before he thinks he owns the place? distract him before he gets himself arrested? or don't. it's honestly all the same to him. ]
b. Message Board Post
SH Does anyone have anything interesting to say before I climb the tallest tree and throw myself out of it?
c. wildcard
[ start yourself a starter, any of the other prompts are okay or something else altogether, and I'll get involved! ]
sherlock holmes . sherlock
[ it's lovely here! it's really lovely! all these lovely people, this lovely smell in the air, that... less than lovely man walking around taking bites out of anything he comes across. is that what he's doing? is there any money being exchanged? no, no by the look of it, and not by the sounds of the responses of stall owners - anything from bafflement to quiet outrage. close enough and it becomes apparent that the one-bite wonder isn't even altogether complimentary. or in fact complimentary at all. ]
Too much flour. [ next stall, next bite: ] Too long in the oven. It's like none of your parents ever bothered to teach you how to bake. Isn't that taught in schools these days? I thought cooking class - home ec? that what you call it? - was big in soccer mom suburbia. Maybe things are different out in the sticks. [ next stall, next bite: ] God... Annie— Annie? Really? People under 45 are still called Annie? Mm. S'pose so. Windows '98— Annie. How the hell did you manage to ruin gingerbread? That's a skill in and of itself. Ought to advertise that, have some business cards printed. "Worst gingerbread in Fickle Forest." People are idiots, imagine they'll come flocking. Well, Annie, cheers then!
[ aaaaand he's swanning off in his suit and his cheekbones to the next unfortunate soul at the next unfortunate stall across the way -
whether you're the poor unfortunate running the stall, a bystander fed up with his antics or someone conscious of the unrest left in his wake, it certainly doesn't look like he'll be running out of steam by himself any time soon. confront him before he thinks he owns the place? distract him before he gets himself arrested? or don't. it's honestly all the same to him. ]
b. Message Board Post
SH
Does anyone have anything interesting to say before I climb the tallest tree and throw myself out of it?
c. wildcard
[ start yourself a starter, any of the other prompts are okay or something else altogether, and I'll get involved! ]