Mary Grace is... tired. For the last few weeks she's been gluing googly eyes and frisbees, cutting up newspapers and begging Doug Bobson to just look like an alien for 15 minutes, and now she finally gets to enjoy the fruits of her labor.
But what she really wants to do is take a nap. Maybe she should ask Uriah where the best nap spots are, he's definitely already scoped them out. Or she can just fall asleep at this table.
She plops down at the cold metal table with a pile of finger food. She's not gonna eat it all, she's gonna pick at everything on the plate and then walk away from it, effectively wasting three times as much food as she needed. "This is disgusting," she says right before biting into an eyeball-shaped cake. It's also fucking delicious.
As much as she deserves one, Mary Grace doesn't get a break right now. Chanel has been playing nice over the last few days in preparation for the dance. She made herself as useful as she could; preparing as many terrifying aliens as allowed. She should probably congratulate their fearless leader on a job well done, but instead she peeks out from the vegetables she's gathering and clucks her tongue. "Disgusting." She affirms.
Mary Grace chews on the eyeball cake, which has a lot more gelatinous of a center than she anticipated.
"Don't disparage alien cultures," she replies, pulling herself together enough to look cute while also still being incredibly tired. "The last thing we need is an intergalactic incident tonight."
Chanel wrinkles her nose. She isn't scared of very much at all, that's exactly her brand, but artificial additives? Yeah, terrifying. Also fascinating, though. "Isn't that what we've set this up to handle?" She counters, "Send the freshmen in as bait while we grab the laser guns?"
SNACK BAR: Mary Grace + OPEN++
But what she really wants to do is take a nap. Maybe she should ask Uriah where the best nap spots are, he's definitely already scoped them out. Or she can just fall asleep at this table.
She plops down at the cold metal table with a pile of finger food. She's not gonna eat it all, she's gonna pick at everything on the plate and then walk away from it, effectively wasting three times as much food as she needed. "This is disgusting," she says right before biting into an eyeball-shaped cake. It's also fucking delicious.
SNACK BAR: Mary Grace + a menace i'm sorry
SNACK BAR: Mary Grace + a spooky menace
"Don't disparage alien cultures," she replies, pulling herself together enough to look cute while also still being incredibly tired. "The last thing we need is an intergalactic incident tonight."
SNACK BAR: Mary Grace + a spooky menace