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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:32 pm
A long-haired girl sat down near Ratchet, much to her surprise. "Hi!" she said. More new people! "Name's E, or Ratchet. I have a real first name, but it doesn't really fit me, y'know. So E or Ratchet. What's your name?"
(OOC: I gotta go now. If they take off, Ratchet went along.)
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:35 pm
At the sight of the obviously more carefully prepared pancakes the chef presented to Mr. Shiny-hair, Simon couldn't hide a frown and heavy sigh while he continued to dissect his plate with one hand and halfheartedly eat with the other. At least the older Audio seemed caught up in his own ego; the LARPer would wilt in his seat if he were noticed staring longingly at the strawberry-topped breakfast he wasn't getting.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:37 pm
"'Ello," Rosa mimicked, watching for the male's reaction to the slightly sharp edge in her tone. If he did react, he might be fun to tease. She grinned, a little too sharply to be actually reassuring. First impressions were important, and it'd be important not to let anyone think she was weak. "Name's Rosa," she introduced herself, nodding at Ratchet. "Ratchet. Gotcha. Do I get your real name if I'm reeeeeeaaal nice?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:42 pm
Noel didn't really faulter from his charming smile. Infact, the fact the other had a sharp edge to her tone went over his head. The mod was a bit oblivious like that at times which could be a strength and a weakness at times. In fact, like Ratchet who had mimicked a british accent earlier, he thought it was cute.
Right now he just wanted a good cup of tea and was envious of the nice haired hosts breakfast.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:46 pm
Definitely not edible, Lex decided, looking at the 'pancakes'. It popped a couple of its pills into its mouth. Maybe they'd go fishing or something... Damn! Lex'd taken it for granted that there'd be food. It hadn't packed any snacks.
Tea then? No. Lex had to save that for emergencies. And, frankly, it didn't want to make a scene brewing mint and chamomile. s**t; what if someone knew what it was for?
Heaving a sort of growlish sigh, Lex leaned back against the wall. A rather wet, kinda tattered audio came into the messhall. "Christ..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:46 pm
When Simon moved to take his seat near the two English fellows, Annabel followed along, not wanting to be 'that one weird loner chick'. She'd get enough of that when she was forced to deal with other people; for now, around Simon, she could feign some normalcy. Taking a seat next to him, she glanced up momentarily- enough to see one of the Brit Boys wave. Giving a curt nod and a slight wave, she turned back to her 'friend' once more.
...And instantly, her hopes fell when she saw how absolutely miserable the poor boy looked. Wincing slightly, she looked between the nerd and the shiny-haired one, scowling visibly at the guy. Focusing her attention on Simon, she offered him a reassuring smile and a very gentle pat on the back.
"Hey now, it's alright! If you ask me, that guy looks like a right rat b*****d anyway. Besides, his pancakes don't look that great. Ours are.." glancing to pause down at her own plate, she thought a moment.
"..We probably won't notice the taste if we close our eyes, yeah?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:52 pm
Simon fought the urge to feel even worse as Annabel made attempts at reassuring him. Here, this girl was trying to be nice to him and he was too busy being miserable to appreciate it! It was enough to make him want to drown her in a stuttering wave of apologies for his behavior, but he fortunately managed to swallow his sorrying for now. That wouldn't have improved things at all.
"Actually, since getting rid of one sense makes the other ones stronger... wouldn't we taste them even more?" he suggested, hoping he was successful at making it come off as a joke.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:54 pm
Noel gave the group of two a smile before he disappeared, digging in his bag, emerging with some pop culture magezine. He disapeared into the tabliods like that. No way was he going to re brave the disaster of the so called flap jacks in front of him.
The soapy after tastes of his still haunted his pallet.
((Probably out for the night.. probably))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:05 pm
The one with the accent didn't seem to be put off by her tone; not one to needle, then. Mentally, Rosa moved him into the b) category - potentially interesting, and potentially willing to stand up to her. Or he could just be dumb, but time would tell on that score.
She took a large bite of pancakes.
Okay. Yeah. Wow. It was possible that there was someone on this planet who cooked worse than her little brother. However, this was what was available for food, and Rosa held no illusions about her ability to scavenge in the wild. She choked down the bite, her face twisting into a pained grimace as she did so. "Holy <********>, what is this crap?" she said, once her mouth was clear. Then she took another bite.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:06 pm
Okay, this was getting nowhere fast. The DnD'er she'd greeted on the dock seemed to be caught up in his own thoughts, but...hey, did that guy have a d20 on his neck? Eyes lighting up with interest (it might not be WoW, but it was the next best thing!), she scooted over with her plate.
"You doin' okay?" she said by way of greeting, noticing he looked a bit...nervous. Well, she would too if she were sitting next to his companion. Mentally jotting her down as the 'undead/death knight' type, she decided to keep an eye on her in case it was the former.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:11 pm
Rosalina had, as usual, stayed quiet when she had entered the mess hall, seating herself at a corner of the table, watching the others warily. The food they provided didn't look that good at all, but the teen merely sighed and dug in, cutting up her pancakes into smaller pieces and chewing them delicately.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:14 pm
It took Annabel a moment to comprehend that Simon was attempting a joke- she blinked a few times, face blank of emotion, before it finally clicked. Stifling a laugh for as long as possible, Annabel started giggling to herself quietly- only to have the laugh get louder, resulting in a very obvious snort.
"O-oh god, sorrry!" she continued laughing, face flushed and attempting to put a paw to her mouth to shut herself up. It was a part of the reason she tended not to laugh- snorting was a frequent occurrence. Still, she'd been caught off guard by the fact Simon had made a joke- and even better, called her out on her mistake. Managing to calm herself, Annabel shook her head slightly.
"s**t, ok. New plan; don't close your eyes when eating the food. Bad idea." Pulling out her journal, she flipped to an empty page, scribbling a very neat header of 'Rules of Camp'. Absorbed in her writing, she paid no notice as another Audio approached.
Glancing up at the question of their well-being, Annabel made eye-contact with the new girl. Rose glasses, a pokeball on her ear... good god, she was a nerd magnet. Keeping any sort of expression off her face in an attempt not to betray herself, Annabel shrugged.
"As good as expected in this hell-hole," she replied casually, moving to take another bite of the attempt-at-food breakfast.
"You?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:15 pm
Chef snickered. "Yeah, yeah. No one wants to watch campers sittin' around doin' nothing. Good thing this stuff usually gets edited out, huh?" He perked his ears and listened to the snatches of conversation, a frown on his face appearing as the first complaints sailed towards him. "Hmph. Stupid, unappreciative little..." He grumbled, trailing off before one of those muttermuttermutters heard him correctly.
"Heh, looks like you did too good of a job, man," he gestured to the campers present. "It looks like you managed to double th'number of the original batch. We'll have to see how well they can survive... speakin' of which, has Molotov gotten 'is food yet?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:15 pm
Lex was now almost the only audio alone. This was not good. It's pulse was just a little faster than usual, but hey, even the gods didn't spring up over night, right? Picking up its pack, Lex purposefully and confidently walked over to the table with two girls who shared Lex's fashion sense and the gamer.
"Hey, mind if I sit with you guys?" Of course they wouldn't. But might as well be cordial.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:20 pm
((lotta campers with rose in their names haha))
Helena's appetite was ruined not even halfway through the first pancake. Her stomach started to produce pangs of sharp pains and as soon as she thought they subsided, she threw up all over her plate and table. Seeing the half-digested food in front of her and some of it on her dress, her eyes welled up with tears. The taste of stomach acid in her mouth lingered as she spit out what was left. Sobbing now, she ran to the trash can, a napkin in hand, and wiped off her mouth and dress. Now she would never have friends, they all probably think of her as "the barfy camper"...
((yey chef's great cooking biggrin ))
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