SATURDAY, 11:17 AM: ROOM 407 - CARMELA'S ROOM
Carmela was in her typical position: laying in bed, watching Netflix on her 60 inch TV. Directly after the floor meeting that morning she had changed from her prim and proper Buttercombe uniform back into her more comfortable clothes: a big white undershirt and a tight pair of felt shorts which did very little to cover her behind and clung to her like panties. She munched on a bag of Cheetos, which she had almost completely devoured. After she finished the bag, which made up her breakfast along with all 30 of muffins she had requisitioned this morning, she licked off her cheese-stained fingers and mentally prepared for lunch. Ahh, this was the good life.
Carmela was, like all the faculty and staff of Buttercombe, enrolled in the Special Services for Stipendiaries program. She was in the fourth tier, which was typically intended for students and teachers with mobility issues who wouldn't normally be able to make it to class, but because of her weight and a childhood asthma diagnosis of which she hadn't had an attack in almost a decade, she very easily qualified. This had a number of perks: voluntary class attendance, free lunches, extra amenities for her room upon request, and more, but her absolute favorite of these perks had to be cafeteria delivery. Discounts came with every subsequent SSS tier, but even at tier 3 it was still something of a luxury. But tier 4? It was free. Free food and free delivery. At the push of a button.
Carmela stood up, stretched, scratched an itch on her ass, and plodded barefoot over to the desk where her Y-Pad was. She started it up, opened the BUTTERCOMBE CAFETERIA app, and scrolled through today's menu. The move-in day offerings were always more opulent than normal, so Carm clicked a lot of boxes. Like, a LOT of boxes. Two, no, THREE large pizzas, four XL orders of the INCREDIBLE mac and cheese, fifty chicken nuggets, four two-liter bottles of root beer (her favorite), and a slice of chocolate cake. No, actually make that a whole chocolate cake. If she can't finish it in one sitting, well, there's more for later. And this was LUNCH.
After placing her order, Carmela plodded back to her spot on the bed and flopped down, springs squeaking under her bulk, turned Netflix back on, and waited.
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