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chanter1944Gasp! Chanter's actually logged in with her munjournal for this! *snickers* That's not the crackplot, however. It might seem a little out of the ordinary, but... anyway. :) I've got modly approval for the actual plot, and the next step is detailing the OOC side of things, so here I am! The idea, if folken are at all interested, is this:
Not all the food in Milliways is conjured up by Bar. Bar's good, but there are times when even she has to take a breather. Along the same lines, not all food in Milliways is whipped up in the kitchens. Gil and company are also good, but they need time off too. Sometimes, despite everyone's best efforts, food has to be brought in from elseworld. And although the Milliways folks must trust the people they get the elseworld food from, because otherwise they wouldn't buy from them, once in a while... well. It's nobody's fault if something goes bad en route to the bar; these things just happen, after all.
Uh-oh... :)
The story is: Milliways needed a bunch of bagels. Milliways bought said bagels from a bakery on someworld, somewhere/when. Most of the shipment got to the bar fine -- nothing iffy, no problems, yummy breakfast for all. *Most* of the shipment isn't all, however. Somewhere between their world of origin and the end of the multiverse, a relatively small number of the things went... well... off. Rest assured this is not the kind of 'off' that'll kill you; things are nowhere near that scary. This is more along the lines of mild-ish food poisoning. It's the sort of 'off' that's likely to give a person the equivalent of a stomach virus for a day or two, maybe more, maybe less depending on metabolism/species-specific reactions/what have you. The actual number of iffy bagels is such that, if nothing else, the supply can run out in fairly short order should plotness dictate it.
So anyhow. I'm about to put an IC post up in the bar and start the whole thing off. After I do, feel free and roleplay around this as you will; feel icky, cuss out the curse of the week, turn green (not neon green! although if that's how your species manifests food poisoning, have at) and generally enjoy the crack. Play things however you like with this one, I leave it up to you. :)
Credit for the plot goes in part to Micara, who had the original idea that this one sprang tangentially from. Credit for the in-bar post I'm about to put up goes in large part to Kate, because she put the wording in my head. Say thankya!
