The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

So...Karla had decided to sign up for StuCo this year. Which probably meant she should...get around to campaigning or something. Except, well, she didn't really know how to do that. Running for office wasn't something she'd ever had to worry about, after all.

So, going on what little she'd learned from previous StuCo campaigns, she knew that the best way to put herself out there was to offer people free stuff. Extra points for offering free food. Which was why she was parked outside of the Perk with a tray of coffee on one side and a plateful of dubious-looking cookies on the other, and a little card that said, "Free! Help yourself! Karla for senior rep!"

She felt like there maybe should be more, like streamers and balloons or something, but she was running for StuCo, not planning a party...right?

Hmm. Maybe she should have added glitter to the sign at the very least. What if the 'free' sign wasn't eye-catchy enough?

[Open to everyone, including other folks looking to campaign! ...Avoid the cookies though.]

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[furnaceface]

... And here Jonothon had been hoping to have a nice, quiet afternoon drinking some coffee at the Perk, maybe reading from the book he'd brought. There was a bit of a look of consternation on his face as he read the card and then... looked at the cookies.

He shouldn't ask. He really shouldn't. And yet.

"What... type of cookie is that?"

He should have gone inside. Gotten himself some biscotti and gnawed on that for a while. It would have been safer.

[glacial_queen]

"Campaign cookies!" Karla said with a grin, offering him the plate. "I made them myself!"

As you could probably, err, tell.

[furnaceface]

They looked... different. Jono held up a hand, attempting to politely decline.

"They'd be better put to use for your actual campaign," he decided, no doubt sentencing a student or two to a one-way trip to the clinic. "I'm faculty, luv, I can't vote."

It had been years since he'd eaten a cookie, Karla. Don't put him off of them for the rest of his life.

[glacial_queen]

Peanut butter and jelly cookies! How could anyone turn those down? Karla had improved upon the plain old peanut butter cookie recipe a bit, of course, but that was a given.

"Don't be silly," Karla insisted. "When was the last time you had a cookie, anyway? I'm sure I could spare one for an old friend."

[furnaceface]

Why did you hate Jonothon so much, Karla?

"You're... too kind," Jono replied, tentatively reaching for a cookie that almost immediately stuck fast to his fingers. Well. That didn't bode well. "What's in them, if you don't mind my asking? Remember, I still find myself floored by half of what I eat, these days."

So if he reacted poorly to these, at least he had a viable excuse?

[glacial_queen]

"They're peanut butter cookies!" Karla explained. "I found the recipe when I was puttering around the kitchen."

He took a tentative nibble of the cookie as she added, "And jelly, of course. Because peanut butter cookies just kinda boring, but I knew I couldn't get too creative, but who doesn't love peanut and jelly?"

[furnaceface]

Well... they were definitely... that.

It was a slow, sort of painful process, chewing and swallowing. Partly because the cookie was gluing his fingers together. Partly because he wasn't entirely certain what to make of the fact that the sweetness was making his eyes water a little.

"You know... most people... they add the jelly to the top of the cookie, instead of mixing it in."

Thank god there was coffee. If he took one and drank it black in one long, careless pull, not only would it kill the taste in his mouth, but also his ability to taste until the burns healed.

Ah. Much better.

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's student council time again?" Juliet asked, as she helped herself to a cup of coffee. (She was going to buy coffee for herself, but free was free.)

Her hand hovered over the cookies for a moment before she brought it firmly back to her side. "So funny. I always forget we have one of those."

[glacial_queen]

"It is!" Karla said with a nod. And then misunderstanding Juliet's hesitation, she added, "No, go on. They're for the taking, too. I made them!"

Run, Juliet. Run.

"Is there something the student council can do to make them more memorable?" she asked. "Some more ways we can be involved?"

She was concerned about your needs, Juliet! See? Totally representative material!

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

Juliet was possibly the wrong person to ask about this. She lived largely in her dreams, so she tended to be blithely unconcerned with the realities of life on campus.

Shaking her head at the offer of cookies (even in her little bubble, she'd heard about Karla's cooking), she gave answering the question a go anyhow.

"More parties," she said firmly. "There should be a big one at least once a month. With themes, maybe, so we had a reason to really dress up!"

[glacial_queen]

Smart girl.

"That's actually something my platform addresses," Karla said with a nod. "I was thinking of a 20's gangster style casino night, maybe for charity or something. With those dresses and hats and the males in those weird sounding suits."

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"Zoot," Juliet said, grinning broadly. "I would love to come to something like that! You can do a whole speakeasy theme, and play jazz and the soundtrack to Chicago Detroit."

[glacial_queen]

"Exactly!" Karla agreed. "I love that soundtrack. So, yeah, that was one of my ideas. And as many dances as we throw, I was thinking about maybe subbing in other kinds of activities instead, like some kind of Dorm Floor War or making a spooky house for Halloween and stuff like that."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was still trying not to drown in the paperwork associated with running a business (how had Trucker not warned him of this?!), and looking too long at the "Vinspresso" machine tended to send him cross-eyed, so here he was, looking for coffee.

And running into Karla.

". . . I'm pretty sure offering free coffee outside a coffee shop is a conflict of interest."

[glacial_queen]

"It's their coffee," Karla pointed out. "I'm just buying from there and offering it out here. I went in to buy a few pounds of ground coffee, but when they heard what I wanted it for, they insisted they be allowed to make the coffee and I could just sell that."

Because the baristas didn't want anything bad to happen to the population of Fandom. They cared, Fandom, they paid.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly appreciated their sacrifice. "Did they supply the cookies, too?"

[glacial_queen]

"Oh, no," Karla said, waving that idea away as absurd. "They offered to make a run to J,GoB but I had already baked these."

They'd offered to even pay for the cookies themselves, but Karla thought that might be unfair. This was her campaign, after all.

[lovemykilt]

Oh sweet merciful Christ. "Really!" Priestly tried to sound cheerful about it. "You baked!"

He was going to have to record this somehow, send it back to Piper. So she could see just why he used to twitch when she got too close to the stove.

[glacial_queen]

"I did!" Karla said, beaming. "I found a great recipe for peanut butter cookies that seemed simple and easy to make and just begged to be improved upon a little."

[pulseof_life]

Yeul had been out for a walk and, since it was getting a little cooler, had decided she wanted something to drink.

She paused by the blonde girl outside with the coffee and cookies and read the sign before looking up, mildly confused. "Do you work here?" she asked curiously.

It seemed like a logical question! Perhaps she was a barista and a student at the same time?

[glacial_queen]

"Nope!" Karla said with a welcoming smile. "I'm campaigning for Stuco! Please, help yourself to a coffee and a homemade cookie!"

The coffee was safe, Yeul!

[pulseof_life]

If anything that just increased her bafflement, but Yeul supposed that if the girl was outside the coffee shop then, surely, she had permission to be and that was all right then.

So she smiled back as she picked up a coffee. "Thank you," she said. "Shall I make the leap of logic that you're Karla, then?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla nodded with a laugh. "Though now you have the better of me," she said, pushing the plate of cookies towards the other girl. "I'm Karla, a senior, and would like to be a representative on StuCo."

...That was as far as she'd gotten, at least as far as spiels went.

"And you?"

[pulseof_life]

"I'm Yeul, a freshman," she said cheerfully, with a polite look at the cookies before shaking her head. "No thank you, I am not hungry."

A beat.

"What does StuCo do?"

[glacial_queen]

"Ummm, for the most part, I think we plan dances throughout the year," Karla said, not entirely sure of whatall StuCo's responsibilities were. "They plan the Homecoming Carnival and prom and sell tickets for dances and flowers for Valentine's Day and offer coffee and stuff during finals so no one goes too crazy studying...and we act as the voice of the students when talking to the administration, I guess."