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They just keep coming! Billy thought as he watched the new arrivals. A lot of the teens were in conversation, some sitting alone. He thought that was pretty amazing, it seemed like the mess hall was so tiny. He looked down at his notebook to see what he had written. Flaming pancakes, seeing the pancakes again after eating them, complaints, flirting... Well, maybe he could use the flaming pancakes in a dungeon...

Lucifer shrugged, poking at the smoldering pancakes with his fork, encouraging the flames to lick higher.

What the hell kind of question was that anyway? Of course he didn't choose his name, if he had he wouldn't have chosen Lucifer. What did Lucifer have to do with fire anyway. As if he could remember that far back anyway, though he supposed he did always have a certain...affinity for fire.

"Wonder what would happen if I pushed these onto the floor."

He of course meant the pancakes, by now burned to a blackened crisp by the fire. I would certainly be interesting, to set fire to the table, or the floor, and watch the other campers run around screaming, it sounded like fun.

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Her eye twitched as the strange male got into her personal space. "Did you just talk to me? Do I even know you?" She looked him up and down with a thorough onceover, missing nothing in her perusal. He looked harmless enough but really, what did he think he was doing?

"I do not put slop into my body. You want food poisoning or want to contribute to the Barfmosphere, be my guest. But there's no way I'll eat that." She stuck up her nose and proceeded over to a table, swiping at it with her paw to make sure it wasn't too dirty before sitting down. Swinging her pack forward, she rummaged around in it before pulling out a protein bar and nibbling at it daintily. She'd been through worse starvation diets at cheer camp and the spas her mother loved to frequent.

... Oh, god. One of those. Rosa's ears twitched and folded back as the penetrating whine of a preppie pierced the sanctuary of her music. "It just got a little too bubbly in here," she said, and got up, taking her tray over to the appropriate spot. She could take care of herself, yeah, but that Chef was the biggest Audio she'd ever ******** seen, and who knew what he'd do if campers pissed him off? Pick your battles, mi hija, her mother had told her once.

She sauntered outside and paused for a nice, long, satisfying stretch, enjoying the fresh air outside the mess hall. She hadn't quite realized how much it'd stunk in there till she came out - over the stretch of time she'd taken to eat her "breakfast," the hall had gotten stuffy with the presence of too many teens, and had taken on the faint, lingering stench of barf and a weird burny sort of odor. Maybe she could take her food outside to eat next time.

Distracted by the vomit and panic and general nastiness, Ratchet had sort of forgotten where she was. As it seemed that everybody else she was getting to know was leaving, she decided that exiting the building would be a smart thing to do. As she saw Rosa get up and leave and the Brits finding a new friend to talk to, and the boy who sat down lighting pancakes on fire, she decided her best move would be to follow the girl. It'd be nice to get outside and explore a bit before they were moved into the cabins. Waving goodbye to her table, she excused herself and headed outside.

Axl glanced over at the chick who had taken a seat next to him. Eeee, she looked scary. But she did have some kickass glasses. She was probably alright. After all, not everyone could be a rockstar like him.

"Hey!"

Serena had continued to nibbling on the cold, disgusting pancake until she couldn't take anymore and stopped. Ugh, she knew the food was not the best but she was kinda hoping for more then this. Those blue eyes took in the sights and sounds around her and she just carefully observed everyone. She wanted to remain at her table so that it would be easiest to see everyone's actions, and reactions. Seeing the few audios who left, the one who had been writing something (may have been doodling couldn't really tell), that familiar smirk of one she knew from her siblings right before they broke a dish against the wall, and the outbursts, she knew this was a very diverse crowd and she better lay low for the moment, or at least the drowsy feeling could be shaken off. Pushing away the dish from her, she rubbed her eyes, yawned and continued her observations.