*Franziska walks by a random door. Something smells good. She opens the door and discovers a room filled with every kind of chocolate imagineable.* So much for my diet...

(And he promised Maya burgers, so he's in one of the outdoor rooms grilling some up as we speak. And also because he figures that a large variety of food will attract people to come in, the tables are set up with a smorgasbord of bite-sized appetizers and snacks.) ((OOC: Come have food. It's delicious.))

(This room looks like it has been prepared for some kind of surprise party, except the banners are blank, there are no plates, utensils, or cutting materials for the giant coffin-shaped ice cream cake...enough to put a person inside?) ((OOC: Hoboworth arrived in the DR a year ago on April Fool's day, and I have a weird sense of humor. Somebody save the poor guy before he freezes to death in there?)

Shelly de Killer opened up another door.  What would be behind this one? It was bright.  Very bright.  He blinked a few times to allow his eyes time to adjust, and then a few more in surprise at what...on the feeder outside and was busying itself fishing out seeds.  He allowed himself a few moments to look at the flowers outside, before pouring himself a cup of tea. Just then, the door opened.

Кажется, пришла пора отдохнуть от сайтостроения. Полчаса назад дописал последний из трёх, висевших на совести. Рад, шо нет слов. А то с этим похапе совсем забыл про универ, первую лекцию в котором мне...и не нужна никому, а как конспекты писать — так чем бы ещё занятсо ненужным, лишь бы не. А припрёт (уже припёрло) — и аллес, прощайте сны весёлые, арбайт махт фрай, все дела. Пойду напьюсь, в самом деле