IVY (toxikinesis) wrote in evaluation, @ 2019-11-26 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rooms: 2: day 5, dc: comics: pamela isley / poison ivy, final fantasy: gladiolus amicitia |
Who: Ivy and Open, if anyone wants in for reactions or what have you
What: Prankin' the front lobby - leaving donuts filled with sriracha
When: Day 5, morning
Where: Rosebud Motel lobby
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
As a general rule, Ivy didn't care for coffee. She also didn't understand how people, humans, could be such snobs about it - if you put in more than two little tragic non-biodegradable cups of dairy or two packets of sugar, it mattered little anyway, in terms of quality. You may as well drink cat urine mixed with dirt. That was why, when she went to Tim Horton's to pick up the stars of her newest prank, she skipped the coffee entirely. And the breakfast sandwiches that looked about as tasty as a dishcloth soaked in egg yolk and the blueberry muffins that were all air. Her prize was a box of dozen donuts - and, in order to follow instructions on the ridiculous task, it was relatively easy enough to take a small squeeze bottle of sriracha and fill some of the donuts with something distinctly not jelly. They certainly looked appealing though, didn't they? Or at least, she hoped some poor sap who came by the lobby and bit into one would think so. Maybe she'd enjoy their displeasure a little too much. She would play the game while here, but no one said she had to be nice about it. But alright then - for the moment, she settled into one of the lobby chairs, scrolling through her phone, ivory-skinned (because goodness knows she couldn't go to Tim Horton's looking all emerald cities) with roses-are-red hair cascading down; no need for a wig, she liked her natural tresses just fine. But the outfits definitely left much to be desired. Again, she'd prefer to simply wander around in vines. |