Feb 27, 2009 16:10
There was a handwavey note on the classroom door instructing the students to meet at the SRF.
"Today's the final apparently. And I owe you all an apology for missing two classes. Well, no real test for the final. All you have to do is survive combat with the Fae. And by combat, I mean a food fight."
With that, he led them inside where Fae of various origins were doing their best to wipe each other out with the contents of a gourmet bakery.
[OCD free. Have at it!]
spring 09: faerie's mouth