A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Dorms of Our Lives

By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua

with the assistance of the usual suspects

Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"

Part 4

----Still Saturday

--Donut

It was a quarter to two, and everything was finished.  The fruits of his labor were arranged in boxes on the counter by the ovens in the Home Ec. kitchens.  Daniel was rather proud of his efforts, both magicked and mundane. The cookies were nestled within cupcake sleeves in groups of five, and they looked neatly cute in their display tin.  The two cakes had taken a lot out of him. The next time he took a job like this, he needed to insist on enough lead time to properly bake something instead of relying solely on his power.

Still, all was ready for the Bohemians' little viewing party for the picnic tournament that afternoon.  He was sorta surprised that no one else had approached him for catering, though he was thankful, too. It'd be a while before his stamina recovered enough for him to handle anything bigger than an individual ring donut or two every few minutes.

"Hey, Danny?  Ya in here? Monica said ya needed needed some help?"

Jordain Statham, a.k.a. Ophidian, was in his English class with Ms. Barnes, though he rarely had a chance to talk with her there.  Most of the words to pass between them had crossed over the pastry counter. Much like the rest of campus, Jordain never said no to a Saturday morning cinnamon roll.

What's the Matter With You

Part 1

by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,

The third story in the ‘It Matters’ series featuring the adventures of Outlook.

 December 19, 2007: Whateley Academy

 Virgil Cooper cranked the steering wheel to bring his garbage truck off the main road and onto the gravel driveway leading up to Whateley Academy. The snow had delayed him since the roads were a mess, and he’d lost time helping push a stuck car out of the ditch.

 He looked at the imposing entrance gates and swore that each and every time he passed by those freaky gargoyles …  their eyes followed the trucks passage - and then their noses twitched when the smell wafted past them.

A Whateley Academy Tale

Roulette 2: Taking Another Spin

by

Morpheus

Wednesday afternoon, Nov 21st, 2007

I didn’t like flying.  Or more accurately, I didn’t like being stuck in the middle seat with a fat guy on one side, who was encroaching on my space, while an old lady sat on my other side, hitting me with her sharp elbows every time she shifted position.

So far, my trip home for Thanksgiving had been a little less than enjoyable.  Between the MCO agents who glared at me during the security check and my annoying neighbors, I just wanted it to be done and over with.  Fortunately, we’d be landing in Portland in about half an hour, then I wouldn’t have to worry about my neighbors anymore.

“You’re a lovely girl,” the woman beside me abruptly said.  “Why would you do that to yourself?”

“Excuse me?” I asked in confusion.

“Why would you dye your hair that garish color?” the old woman demanded, reaching up and grabbing a couple strands of my hair. “Do you want attention so much that you have to make yourself look like some kind of clown?”

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Dorms of Our Lives

By Wasamon and Souffle Girl

with the assistance of the usual suspects

Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"

Part 2

--High Gear

Theoretically he'd had enough sleep last night.  Probably. For a definition of "sleep" that included sporadic naps which in the aggregate added up to a few hours. Several mugs of #3 Devisor Double Mocha had filled in the gaps admirably.

His quest to dig up extra dirt on Calliope's circle of friends in the Mutant Mayhem Machine -- what a name! -- via social media algorithms had proven less fruitful than he'd hoped.  In the case of the beta males, there just wasn't much worth finding. Jimmy "Shieldwall" Cannes was as squeaky as they got, with a social wall plastered with pro-police, pro-Scouting, pro-goody-two-shoes stuff.  Though there was also a lot of high visibility, pro-mutant stuff as well. High Gear could at least hit the 'Like' button a few times as a show of solidarity.

Chronicles of Fred, Part 2

The Freddening

by Kettlekorn

Chapter 1: Drick Drolled

September 20th, 1990

“Soon, we’ll be invincible!” Fred and his partner Tim pronounce simultaneously while the devise they’re monitoring hums to life. Betty and Wilma happen to be walking past the lab at the same time, and they pause to roll their eyes at their coworkers.