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((All firefly muns have been alerted and some plotted with. Zoe doesn't remember any of her days at Hogwarts before. Also, hi! Knitmeapony here!))

So, butter.

There were always things you missed, things that just didn't keep on a ship. And you'd get to missing them so much that you would even get a craving for the fake stuff, when you got it on the ship. Butter was one of Zoe's weaknesses, just a fresh pat melting into oatmeal or bread or rice. Got so bad she wouldn't mind the fake stuff, even if it was a bit orange and oozed into everything.

Still. Didn't mean a woman wanted to be covered in it.

She examined herself, examined the room, and decided job one was to get the stuff out of her boot.

the-mr-universe.livejournal.com

((OOC: Okay, got my permission, so here we go!))

Mr. Universe stood up with a splitting headache and a confused look on his face. "Hey, wasn't I... dead?" He tried to shake the feeling off and looked around the room. He found a desk with a quill pen on it in the center of the floor and walked over to it. There was a piece of paper on it, and a quill pen. "Wow... low tech... where the hell am I?" The piece of paper seemed to be an application of some sort, so he sat down and started to fill it out.

( Hmm... might as well. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Mr. U__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Mr. U__.
One day, The Alliance marmalade will rule the world. __Mr. U__"

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