MCA #5, Friday

There was a note on Sarah's door today:

Let's not.
Don't mention meta for Voldemort.
Thanks.

It was mostly for the benefit of her next interaction with a takeaway delivery person. This weekend was going to be one of junk food and truly terrible television with absolutely no informational or otherwise current reality-based value whatsoever. She didn't want any well-meaning delivery people bringing up anything to mess with her cocooning.

And, hey, if it also worked on anyone that decided to drop by for a visit without food, all the better. Because seriously, she wanted everyone to just shut the fck up for a couple of days. Just... shush.

But the best way to ensure that people did that was to just lay on the couch in ratty sweats and a t-shirt with only the telly for company. It was working well for her, so far.

[ooc: Open post, referencing this note on the door of a dance school in Helsinki.]