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[majestyofthethrone]

[This begins with a video: Seraphim's hand, holding a dish made of gross gelatinous goo. She sets it down on what is obviously a kitchen counter, and the video clicks off, and the text begins.]

I know we all are living on top of each other and in each other's space, but I think it's only polite to throw away your gross experiments or leftover food or unholy sacrifices. Or store them in places where other people don't accidentally put their hands in it.

I don't know what that stuff is but it smells like it's rotting and it was in the sixth floor kitchen fridge for I don't know how long.

I really don't think we should need to have a class on how to live in a dorm. Or something like a chore wheel.

Seriously whoever this belongs to, come clean it up. Please, and thank you.


[ooc: Thanks, Jaye and Mike.]

Comments

[ringbearer]

So we do. Do you still play your music here, Seraphim?

[majestyofthethrone]

Yes, of course.

[ringbearer]

I think I'd like to hear it again. If you wouldn't mind.

[majestyofthethrone]

Yes, of course.