Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *laying in bed, obsessively scribbling thoughts down into a notebook, then re-writing them so that they make sense*

Sweetums: *putting their Muppaphones to bed*

Animal: *cuddling Bean like a teddy bear*

Bean: Help?

 

[Katzi428]

Rosita:How are you feeling,Kathy?
I'm OK.My head was just hurting a lot last night & this morning. But I'll survive.
Rosita:Good to know.We don't want to lose you.
Oh..you're not losing me for a long time!I'll be around to bug you forever!
Rosita: That's comforting.
giving Rosita a hug So what's your plan today?
Rosita:Actually,nothing. Want to go to Starbuck's with me?
Thanks but it looks like it's going to rain any minute.
Rosita looking out the window : Yeah...you're right.We could go for Starbucks some other time .And Prairie could come with us.

 

[The Count]

Hey... Um, Rosita? Could I buy that cinco you got from Big Bird's nest? It's for, well, it's for something, yeah.

 

[Katzi428]

Hey... Um, Rosita? Could I buy that cinco you got from Big Bird's nest? It's for, well, it's for something, yeah.

Rosita:Oh...sure Ed!going to Room 1 with a cinco You could have it for free though.I won't make you pay a nickel for it though!humming "Would You Like To Buy An O?"

 

[The Count]

Thanks. *Hugs Rosita. You know, I bet you guys think I'm somewhat of a recluse... An enigma, a Mr. E, shrouded sinisterly since I don't rully do the survey thing. But I am glad I have friends who understand me here. That's what I credit MC for at least, helping me make such a large slue of amistads.

 

[Katzi428]

Thanks. *Hugs Rosita. You know, I bet you guys think I'm somewhat of a recluse... An enigma, a Mr. E, shrouded sinisterly since I don't rully do the survey thing. But I am glad I have friends who understand me here. That's what I credit MC for at least, helping me make such a large slue of amistads.

Rosita:Oh..you're not a recluse or any of those things *hugging Ed back* We understand. From now on. I'll make sure Kathy knows you don't do surveys.
Gotcha!

 

[The Count]

Heh. You mean "encuestas". And that's the Spanish word for the day. *Thanks Rosita, then settles back to listen to the Disney Pincast.

 

[The Count]

*Sigh...

UD: Everything okay?
Well... My Chamber of Secrets cassette 3 keeps emitting this whiny scratching, not allowing me to listen/read it proper.
And then I'm a bit wembleyish about the castled cast again, but I think I will motor on through... Two newbies to finish off the current group of five. But I keep thinking if it wouldn't just be easier to pursue...
UD: The fembats again?
Yeah. That is the easier path. But I do want to have you guys and ghouls properly represented. It's the filler to reach higher totals that worries me. But like I said, I'll work on the ones on my mind.
UD: What you need is some good fanfic to take your mind off of this.
You know of any that's been updated today?
UD: Yes... Kelly's Underground Council.
Good, let's go.
*Both leave to read and rave.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(gang is planning a menu for the 16th)

Erin: ...so, right. One chocolate cake with orange buttercream icing...
Nora: With some chocolate-dipped orange slices as a garnish.
Scooter: A big bowl of orange punch, some garlic-peanut butter popcorn...
Beige: The donuts, don't forget the donuts.
Storyteller: And let's throw in something healthy...some fruit salad, a vegetable tray, maybe a quiche...

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Erin: (over whir of mixer) How's the cake coming?
Scooter: (glancing at oven timer) Needs ten more minutes.
Nora: Want me to get going on the chocolate-dipped oranges?
Erin: Please do - and we might as well mix up the punch tonight.
Beige: (rummaging through pantry) So what do we need - orange juice, ginger ale, pineapple juice...
Erin: All that, and some chopped-up oranges and mangoes that we can freeze into a fruit ring.
Storyteller: As for the vegetable trays, they can wait until tomorrow. And I would like to make a nice crustless quiche...
Scooter: It's hard to believe...he would have been 57. Then again, Jim would have been 72.
Nora: Well, that's the way it is; we always visualize Richard as a fairly young guy.
Beige: Go figure. (dips finger into mixing bowl of icing) Oh, man, that's good stuff.
Erin: Think it's got enough orange in it?
Beige: It's got enough, yeah. But throw some mango juice or pineapple juice in as well.
Storyteller: And let's see...oh, dear, we're out of semi-sweet chocolate. So you'll have to pick some up before we can do the cake decorations.