[Hello you have reached the phone of one Bulba.

You may leave him a VOICE MAIL, TEXT, or just CALL him. Leave the date and time and he will get back to you.]

Hey Lash, that was a pretty neat idea for a party. Hope it was a good time for you! It was every shade of awkward for me. All of the awkward.

But uh... is all that sand still supposed to be here??

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Oh, huh. The end of the year came up a lot faster than I was expecting. Finals are basically over so I guess that just leaves Friday, huh? I haven't really given it a lot of thought. [Liar liar pants on fire.] Seems like a lot of folks are going! I mean that's sort of obvious with the graduates but yeah.

What are you guys going to do post-grad? I wonder how many people are going to stick around for a while.

[Private to Green Team, lvl 3]
[This is obviously aimed at certain individuals.]

Are we going to be in the same grade next year or not?

[Ahh, he had meant to get this done days ago, but mutant chickens and bunker visits sort of made it hard to get things done in a timely manner. Bulba was rather determined to see the task through, even if it meant being late. That was better than nothing. It was kind of a wallet breaking endeavor, since sending a few pounds of cookies even a short distance was pretty costly, let alone somewhere like Popstar but... it was worth it.

Happy birthday, Kirby.]

[Pssst Green. Psssst.

Someone broke into your room while you were off doing important RA type things the morning of the 18 cause you were totally doing those things right.

THERE MIGHT BE SOME BALLOONS. AND SOME STREAMERS. AND A CAKE. AND SOME POKEMON.

HELLO.]

( and I'm more than just a little curious how you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends to the deadCollapse )

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( One private e-mail to one UxieCollapse )

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[The video feed clicks on, and oh hey it's the student kitchens in the background. There's two big pots on the stove and a really big rice cooker over there on the counter and oh hello there's a Bulba in the feed now. He's given up on the effort of trying not to seem really tired, and he seems pretty distracted on top of that.]

In case you were wondering um... Kirby had to go back to Dreamland for a while. Something came up...

[He frowns, looking like he really doesn't want to talk about it and makes a motion towards the stove with his head to switch the subject.]

Oh, uh, if anyone's hungry or whatever, I made some curry and... kind of made too much out of habit... There's both spicy and mild so. People are welcome to it so it doesn't go to waste. It's down here in the student kitchens.

Uh... that's it. Thanks.

[And then the feed cuts off.]

[Um no of course he won't keep quiet about this. It's very important and clearly you all need to know about it.]

I think something is eating my plants.

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[Private to Fuel.]
Hey! Um. Sorry. About Valentine's. Uh. This is kind of awkward but I don't... and I don't think you... Yeah.

...Your cookies were really good though!

[Related to the Shenanigans at hand, Bulba ended up cooking some treats for his team (of course), close friends (if you think they'd get them from him, they did), and Kirby of course.]

[But on to the shenanigans. Thank goodness for being early to rise, because the morning was awfully busy getting ready for the rest of the day. Bulba had snuck himself down to the student kitchens, hoping to get at them before others did, since it was silly to think that he'd be the only one endeavoring to make fresh treats that day.

So there he was, leaning against one of the counters with a mixing bowl in the crook of his arm as he stirred away, not really noticing that there may or may not have been some robot lurking under a table.]