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The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Well, that was it for another term of workshops, then, and now there was a week to look forward to not a heck of a lot of anything at all.

Zack, of course, was going to kick that off by attempting to get in touch with the Director back in Midgar, to see if there was any important work for him yet. That phone call was met with no answer from Lazard, and so little success. That idea having fallen through, Zack decided to default straight to... Plan B.

...

The view of the clouds was way more awesome from the roof than it was down on the ground! And, in a rare moment of something not unlike planning ahead, Zack had even brought lemonade.

Now he was all set for whatever break week could throw at him, oh yes.

[Open roof, open post! Hi!]

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"I wouldn't know," Zack replied, doing that twitchy little smile that he did sometimes when he was trying not to just flat-out laugh. "We use magic back home before we resort to stitches. I haven't had many of those, really. But they can't be too different..."

"So, you know, if you run into anyone that might need some sewing done, I could probably handle it without too much trouble."

The dress might end up looking like some freaky Frankenstein-esque costume, but it was the thought that counted!

Or something.

"Well, if I ever find a guy like that, I'll totally keep that in mind. Especially if he decides to take somebody up on a crazy dare like that."

... He'd probably look really good in pink. Right?

Karla was partial to blue--it would bring out his eyes!--but pink was another good color for people who weren't her.

"You should," Karla said. "I know I'd think anyone who took up that dare would be pretty awesome."

"Of course, there would probably have to be something in it for him, besides the promise of a mani-pedi," Zack noted, pulling one of those random phrases that he sometimes heard on television out for use right now. It sounded like it fit!

He had no idea what it meant, though!

"I mean, like, cookies or something."

"You mean, more than just getting to spend time with a bunch of pretty girls, seeing what no male has seen before?" Karla asked, trying hard not to snicker. "Cookies are a possibility."

You know? That had her thinking. "Hey, if cookies are going to be baked anyway..."

"I see an idea forming, there," Zack laughed. "Come on, Karla, tell me what you're thinking, there!"

It had something to do with cookies!

It Had To Be Good.

"Well, Newbie Day is coming up, right?" Karla asked, thoughtfully. "What better way to advertise the Reserves than a table for all of them, piled high with cookies, with us nearby to answer questions?"

Newbies. Cookies. What could possibly go wrong?

Newbie cookies! They could start a new tradition!

"It totally beats us trying to raise interest using posters all the time," Zack replied, grinning. "I mean, not everybody who comes here can even read, and who doesn't like cookies, right?"

"Exactly! The easiest way to get them interested is through their stomachs anyway. And the last time the Magic Reserves had a bake sale, Warren bought all of them himself! So, clearly, we already have a few good recipes."

Or Warren was providing a humanitarian service to the school. Whichever.

Warren was a brave, selfless soul for that, wasn't he?

"Oh, awesome! You know... I've never really baked anything before? I mean, I used to help my mom in the kitchen, years and years ago when I still lived with my parents, but my important job was licking the batter from the spoon when she made cupcakes."

Mmmm... cupcakes.

"I've been a bit leery about cooking because of an incident back home," Karla said, dismissing the complete and utter destruction of a kitchen as an 'incident,' "but there were extenuating circumstances involved in that. It's probably about time to get back in the saddle, yes?"

No, Karla. For the good of the world, no.

"There's no better reason than for the new students, I think!"

Because Zack apparently was very good at hiding his black, black heart and how he had no soul. Or else he just didn't know any better.

One of those.

Zack was pure evil. Funny how no one had ever picked up on that. But after what was to be known as "The Newbie Massacre," that's how he would be known.

"You make an excellent point," Karla said with a firm nod. "Cookies for Newbies. It's practically a rule, now."

"Really, it's a wonder we haven't started doing this sooner! We both have cookies at most of our meetings anyhow, right?"

Death. Doom. Destruction upon them all.

"It's true," Karla said, reminding herself not to nod too vigorously. "Nothing says 'Hello, we're thrilled you came to Fandom,' like homemade cookies!"

And severe food poisoning. Also, possibly lead poisoning. And trichinosis.

And instant gangrene, should anybody within ten paces of the cookies have any open cuts or scratches.

"And from there, nothing says how totally awesome the reserves groups are like cookies do, either!"

Or, rather, how completely hardcore they were, for presumably being able to eat the cookies without having a ridiculously large mortality rate.

Not all the newbies would survive, but those who did would be forged in the fires of pain to be stronger, faster, better. Capable of eating ground glass and smiling as they did so.

"It's true! They'd have our cookies, hear we offered more cookies at meetings, and realize that not showing up is just stupid!"

"And we all know that our newbies are totally smart enough to figure that out!"

Because Fandom had the best newbies ever!

Possibly not so many that were prone to self-punishment methods that were quite so depraved, however.

"Man, this is all so exciting already! When do we start baking?"

"Thursday?" Karla asked, thinking of her week. "Thursday afternoon, after I recover from the slumber party? This way, they'll still be fresh for Sunday!"

"Thursday it is, then," Zack chirped, clearly pleased with himself. "After you and any crazy guys who try to sneak into the party wearing a dress sleep it off, of course!"

Zack would probably be baking cookies with pink fingernails and dark blue mascara. It would be glorious.

"Well, if the crazy guy who dressed like a girl is already there, he won't have to be summoned when it's time for his victory cookies, will he?" Karla pointed out. "That's just common sense!"

His hair would probably be curled, too. With plum lip gloss.

Oh, lip gloss! Lip gloss was awesome!

"It totally makes things more convenient!" A pause, and then Zack was blinking and considering his options. "Is the crazy guy allowed to bring a change of clothes for the morning? I mean, something that doesn't include a dress?"

He kind of hoped that this dress thing didn't mean he'd have to invest in panties, too. That would just be awkward.

Karla wasn't going to force him into nylons either. That went over the line from funny to cruel.

"I suppose since the slumber party is over at that point, he could just wear regular clothes again," Karla decided. "Though he should probably wear his pajamas until he's just about ready to leave."

"I think he can manage that, if his pyjamas are comfortable enough," Zack decided. That compromise seemed to work well enough for him! "He's... totally going to end up with lots of pictures being taken, isn't he?"

And plastered up all around the dorms, Zack.

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