<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maggie Holloway<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The open grass area outside Parker Commons<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Frankie, Trent, Isis, Also hopeful that Eiryn, Hitomi, Artemis and Emmett will show up?<br/><strong>Content:</strong><strong>HOT WINGS</strong>!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Maggie jumped in surprise, more because she hadn't been paying attention, as the music shop's proprietor appeared and started doing the worst impersonation of a ghost that Maggie had ever seen. She giggled and replied, "That's what eating all that junk-food does for you! Hi Frankie, just over there is fine, I've run a power cord to the table. Thanks for coming."<br/><br/>She watched as the crazy chick dumped a bag of stuff onto the indicated table and blinked. She was showing her age again, expecting a stack of CDs. Heck her mom still had a turn table and a cabinet full of old vinyl records, LPs and 45s. She was about to finish off putting the tea-lights in the lanterns, when Trent turned up wearing some sort of plastic armour. "Hi Trent, dear, yes if you could finish off popping these candles in the pumpkins? Nice Cylon (http://www.clubdesmonstres.com/cylon.jpg), by the way."<br/><br/>Trent's reaction made it clear she had put her foot in it again. "Sorry, dear, I'm not up on modern games and things. Maybe one day you can teach me all about it, hmm?" She patted the young man on the shoulder, a futile gesture as he was unable to feel it through the thick shoulder pads, then handed over the bag with the last few candles in and the matches. "Don't set that suit on fire, it looks horribly flammable, dear!"<br/><br/>She turned in time to greet<strong>The Cake Lady</strong>, grinning at the young woman who turned up with a huge mass of confections, including the most grotesque cake she had ever seen. "Dear god, that is disgusting!" she laughed as she admired the heart on top. "Remind me to order a valentines cake from you for one of my ex's".<br/><br/>She checked the time and in response to the offer of help, replied, "Yes, please dear?" She beckoned to Isis, "Please come with me", dived back into her own apartment on the<acronym title='This is to avoid the "first floor"/"ground floor" confusion'>lowest floor</acronym>of the number one block, provided for her rent-free by the building's owners.  In the kitchen, the scent of baking potatoes and spicy chicken was strong. She opened the oven and pulled out the tray loaded with jacket spuds, popped it on the oven top, and then pulled a another tray out.<br/><br/>The chicken wings were a perfectly suitable orange colour, as they had been marinated in<strong>Frank's Original Hot Sauce®</strong>(http://www.franksredhot.com/) for several hours before being baked.<br/><br/>"Could you give me a hand getting these on those plates, please dear? Then carry them outside, and pop them on the table near the cakes?"