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fandomtownies2011-02-17 01:54 pm
onlymistaken) wrote in fandomtownies2011-02-17 01:54 pm
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Strokes of Genius: Thursday, 2/17
It was one of those mornings. How did Cally know it was one of those mornings? Because in the time it took her to set her breakfast down on the counter and turn to hang up her jacket, someone managed to scrawl Help meeeeeeeee across the surface of the counter in a sticky red substance.
She was worried enough for a moment, until she noticed the slightly neater lettering and arrow drawn in the same substance, that said I'm a clue! ----->
Eyebrow lifted, she leaned down to examine the writing medium. After a sniff, she ran her finger through it and licked. "You're not a clue, you're raspberry jam, and that was a perfectly good doughnut you ruined, whoever did this."
From the aisle with the Expressionist art books came the sound of something tiny, snickering.
So. One of those mornings.
[Strokes of Genius is open and jammy.]
She was worried enough for a moment, until she noticed the slightly neater lettering and arrow drawn in the same substance, that said I'm a clue! ----->
Eyebrow lifted, she leaned down to examine the writing medium. After a sniff, she ran her finger through it and licked. "You're not a clue, you're raspberry jam, and that was a perfectly good doughnut you ruined, whoever did this."
From the aisle with the Expressionist art books came the sound of something tiny, snickering.
So. One of those mornings.
[Strokes of Genius is open and jammy.]