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Hello, 4:20? It's time.
Feb. 20th, 2017 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zomboligistWHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: Town Hall
WHEN: February 20th, Evening
OPEN TO: Gathering style, so all!
WARNINGS: Casual drug use
STATUS: Open
Two boxes were on Ravi's porch.
It's barely even been his porch for very long, so it might well be for Helen, but on closer inspection, they both are inscribed to him. Crouching down cautiously, he'd been careful in case there were new rats in these ones, but a quick glance inside the first and then the second yields delighted surprise and then an immediate plan. Really, it looks like a baker and a drug dealer have decided to woo him, given that one box is filled with rolling papers, enough pot to satisfy the village's population twiceover, and butter. When he opens the second box, he finds all the ingredients to match a large batch of chocolate chip cookies and cool milk.
Instantly, he wonders if this isn't some sign from the universe. "Are you trying to get me stoned?" he questions the heavens, but he thinks the reality is going to be very different. Given everything that's happened lately, he absolutely believes that people deserve a break and what better break than cookies, pot, and potentially just a few pot-cookie combinations?
He commandeers the kitchen in the inn and gets to work, recalling old recipes from uni about how to properly mix the butter and the marijuana to make sure that it's baked into the cookies properly, making a clean batch and very clear labels. While they bake, he rolls the remaining drugs into joints, and tries not to think about how he's basically about to become a drug dealer to the whole village.
At least it's not utopium. After that night with Major, he's ruling out scientific drug-taking for a while, yet. Soon, the cookies are freshly done and he's got everything ready, so he tapes up a sign on the box so that it sits in one of the chairs at the inn, an arrow pointing outside towards town hall.
FREE COOKIES AND JOINTS, TOWN HALL, ALL WELCOME, NO NARCS
Well, he had to cover all his bases, didn't he?
WHERE: Town Hall
WHEN: February 20th, Evening
OPEN TO: Gathering style, so all!
WARNINGS: Casual drug use
STATUS: Open
Two boxes were on Ravi's porch.
It's barely even been his porch for very long, so it might well be for Helen, but on closer inspection, they both are inscribed to him. Crouching down cautiously, he'd been careful in case there were new rats in these ones, but a quick glance inside the first and then the second yields delighted surprise and then an immediate plan. Really, it looks like a baker and a drug dealer have decided to woo him, given that one box is filled with rolling papers, enough pot to satisfy the village's population twiceover, and butter. When he opens the second box, he finds all the ingredients to match a large batch of chocolate chip cookies and cool milk.
Instantly, he wonders if this isn't some sign from the universe. "Are you trying to get me stoned?" he questions the heavens, but he thinks the reality is going to be very different. Given everything that's happened lately, he absolutely believes that people deserve a break and what better break than cookies, pot, and potentially just a few pot-cookie combinations?
He commandeers the kitchen in the inn and gets to work, recalling old recipes from uni about how to properly mix the butter and the marijuana to make sure that it's baked into the cookies properly, making a clean batch and very clear labels. While they bake, he rolls the remaining drugs into joints, and tries not to think about how he's basically about to become a drug dealer to the whole village.
At least it's not utopium. After that night with Major, he's ruling out scientific drug-taking for a while, yet. Soon, the cookies are freshly done and he's got everything ready, so he tapes up a sign on the box so that it sits in one of the chairs at the inn, an arrow pointing outside towards town hall.
FREE COOKIES AND JOINTS, TOWN HALL, ALL WELCOME, NO NARCS
Well, he had to cover all his bases, didn't he?
