Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?

[mayavericks]

[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.

It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.

It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.

Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.

Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]

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[comeandfindme]

Oh, no, I don't really wear...

[ Peregrine trails off and squints at LSP. ]

What am I now?

[sugarlumps]

Hm. Six or seven? Probably a seven. I know I'm like the only ten here, so don't feel too bad.

[Please consider the scale being used.]

We can get Elle to help, she seems like she knows what she's doing. It'll be a project, only fun and not a stupid thing for school.

[comeandfindme]

[ This is one hell of a conversation. ]

I don't really know how I feel about being called a project.

[sugarlumps]

That's the best part, you don't have to feel! You can just sit back and let the lumping magic work- ...not actual magic, I mean, like, scrubs and makeup and junk. It'll be fun.

[Let the friendship into your heart, Peregrine. Or what passes for it, here.]

Whe-e-e-enever I see someone, who's not quite as hot as I-
-and let's face it, who's lumping not-
-not quite as hot as I!
My sexy heart lumpin' starts to ble-e-e-d-

[We're so sorry, Per. But at least her singing voice here is actually passable, a lot more so than her screamo performance in the band room downpost.]

[comeandfindme]

[ oh god no— ]

Uh— we don't have to—

[ she's too tired from all the running to actually run away now this was a mistake ]

[sugarlumps]

Sh, sh, it's okay, I know. It's fine.

[Gently pressing a finger to Peregrine's mouth, because god is dead and this is where we are now.]

That's what makes me so lumping nice.

[comeandfindme]

[ she hates the fucking squip so much ]

[sugarlumps]

[Yeah the SQUIP's pretty awful, like the way it disregarded people's boundaries and discomfort and just sort of asserted its own social standards and narrative.]

We're gonna get you a makeover
Just sit back and let me take over
It'll be exactly what you ne-e-e-e-ed!

[comeandfindme]

[ Capital italicized Oh.

Muffled through LSP’s lovely finger: ] Really I don’t think I need—

[ the music’s just gonna keep going huh. ]

[sugarlumps]

[Save the italicized 'oh', this isn't that kind of fanfic, probably. Yet.]

[And no, music train has no brakes. At least now LSP is gently taking Perry by the shoulders, which is marginally better, question mark?]

And even in your case
Though you're putting on a real tough face
Don't worry, I'll lumping succeed

Just heed my creed
And you
Will
Be

Lumplicious

[comeandfindme]

[ Probably?!

Well, Peregrine just keeps stammering. ]

Okay, but, what's that even mean—