Third Floor Common Room, Friday evening
Dave had a few things on his mind right now. Concern over the beginning of the school year. Boredom now that his horrifying yet entertaining roommate had been away for a few days. Worry about voicemails talking about giving him weapons. But right now he was focusing on the Student Council election. He intended to win one of the sophomore seats, and he was going to do it the best way he knew how: by making the best damn jam he could. And he could make pretty good jam. He won gold medals three years running for Best Preserves at his local 4-H.
And if that didn't work, maybe he could terrify impress people with his trick knife-throwing. But he'd have to get the money for throwing knives, or at least have his mother send his set from home. So really, the preserves were his best bet.
And that's why he was hard at work in the common room's kitchen with several jars, pots, and plenty of fruit. Once he was done with this, he just needed a good tagline. Something about... "Dave will help you out of a JAM." Except that he was using jam to win votes. Somehow.
Dave was starting to realize that he hadn't really thought through the idea of preserves as a campaign tool. But it was too late to stop now.
[OOC: The common room is as open as common rooms tend to be!]
And if that didn't work, maybe he could terrify impress people with his trick knife-throwing. But he'd have to get the money for throwing knives, or at least have his mother send his set from home. So really, the preserves were his best bet.
And that's why he was hard at work in the common room's kitchen with several jars, pots, and plenty of fruit. Once he was done with this, he just needed a good tagline. Something about... "Dave will help you out of a JAM." Except that he was using jam to win votes. Somehow.
Dave was starting to realize that he hadn't really thought through the idea of preserves as a campaign tool. But it was too late to stop now.
[OOC: The common room is as open as common rooms tend to be!]