Who: Dylan Cooper [Jell-O] and Rosemary Hayes [Moonshine] Where: Lol. Dylan's kitchen. Sorry, roomies. It's a mess. When: August 20 What: Jelly disasterrrrr~ Warnings: Lol. I doubt it.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Actually it was a jelly disaster.
It hadn’t started out that way, of course. It had started relatively normal. Dylan had told Rosemary it probably wouldn’t work, but she’d said she’d try all the same. And she always stuck to her word. At least in matters like this.
Now, looking around at the mess of jello, she sighed. “How did this happen? I was being so careful.” But somehow, the jello had multiplied to seriously ridiculous levels. “I didn’t mean to make this much. I just wanted to make it take up more space.” Her control had been off, however. She still wasn’t the best at it. At least she hadn’t sneezed and made it so that the whole room was suddenly covered. It was mostly the counter and some of the floor. “The floor’s sticky.”
After the week they’d all had, Rosemary had thought it would be a good idea to cheer everyone up, and what better way than jello shots? People often wanted a drink after a bad day and jello was fun, it was the perfect combination. If only she’d bought her own jello to make instead of trying to use Dylan as a shortcut.
Luckily, Rosemary found the whole thing hilarious. “I have never seen this much jello,” she commented with a laugh. “I wanted jello shots, not a room of jello for people to wrestle in!”
Dylan’s cheeks were flushed and she ran her fingers through her hair. “I know, I know,” she replied, cheeks heating up even more in embarrassment. “This is going to take forever to clean. Ugh.” And it would be up to her to clean it, she decided. She’d made the mess, so she needed to clean it up.
After a moment, she sighed. “Maybe we should just get an inflatable kiddie pool and let people wrestle in it. It would at least keep us from wasting all this jello. There might be a few guys we could talk into it.”
“Yes!!” Rosemary replied enthusiastically, not needing to be talked into it at all. It wasn’t what she’d had in mind to start, but it still sounded like fun and hopefully either participating in or watching such a ridiculous activity would help people at least temporarily forget some of their worries. “I’m up for it.”
Dylan hadn’t actually expected Rosemary to agree with her, so she couldn’t help but stare at her for a long moment before she shook her head. “I guess we’d need to go to the Commissary, then. I can’t remember if we have the pools or not, but we might find something somewhere.” It would be amusing, she supposed. Maybe someone would thank them for the distraction.
It had never even crossed Rosemary’s mind that Dylan might not have been serious about the jello wrestling so her long stare was unexpected, but thankfully she didn’t revoke the idea. “We’ll improvise if not.” At this rate they could almost just wrestle on the floor. “And we can pick up some cleaning stuff while we’re there.”
Dylan laughed as she looked over the jello that covered the counter and floor. “True enough. There’s probably a few people who wouldn’t care about that, but I think we’re probably better off with the kiddie pool.” She paused, eyeing the jello for a moment. “We should probably go and look, though. Then we’ll see who we can find.”
“We’ll find a pool, get the jello into it and then make a network announcement to get everyone here,” Rosemary decided. “Come on, let’s go before the jello permanently sticks us to the floor!”
Dylan nodded, grabbing her wallet from an adjacent counter. “I’m ready,” she said before moving to walk out the door. She only hoped the Commissary would deliver this time.