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 Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:13 pm
Between the excitment of insect attacking cats, putting her balcony furniture back in order, and spending the day sneaking upon and collecting various bugs, Greer was starving. Jogging gratefully into the cafeteria, she located a tray and sniffed for food, hoping for yet another tasty meal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:18 pm
From the corner of his eye, the Dude noticed a girl with short brown hair and glasses. He piled up a supersized portion of spaghetti with meat balls onto his plate, grabbed an orange juice and made a bee line for the lady to say hi. She wasnt' wearing a lab coat and the Dude wanted to know if hse was here for the "study" as well.
"Hi there. Want a lunch buddy?" - he grinned amicably.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:21 pm
"Uh, sure!" Greer smiled defensively as she made herself a spinach salad and plate of spaghetti sans meat balls. Placing a tall glass of grapefruit juice on her tray, she nodded to her new companion. "Where shall we sit?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:22 pm
Matthew walked briskly in through the cafeteria doors, glancing about curiously. Ah, alright, so it was somewhat like what he remembered from school a few years back. It was definitely a lot emptier than school had been, he mused to himself, spotting what looked like a beach bum and a younger girl going through the line for food. But hadn't Sabin said the other vacationers would be arriving later?
He picked up a tray, pondering over what foodstuffs he could get. There were a few options, but whatever it was that the beach bum had grabbed looked the tastiest. Getting closer, he saw that it was spaghetti, and served himself a medium sized portion. Matt poured himself a glass of lemonade, and then carried his tray over to one of the tables to eat; glancing up curiously from time to time at the others.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:24 pm
Setting down his tray on the next best table the Dude pulled out a chair and took a big gulp of the orange juice. Ah, that felt nice. He looked up at the brown haired girl and stretched out his hand to shake
"I'm the Dude here. What's you name? Are you here for the study?"
Seeing another guy entering that was NOT wearing a labcoat, the Dude waved to him and made a motion to com over and join them as well. If he was gonna be stuck here for a while, he might as well get to know the people fo the Village.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:32 pm
"Greer Cassenwari. I'm an entomologist." She sat, munching happily on her salad. Mmm, cherry tomatoes! She blinked, reminding herself to respond to all of the man's questions.
"Study? You mean the one Mr. Maurlias is here for? No, I'm kind of part of the research team. I'm here to find bugs."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:41 pm
"Oh cool. Bugs. What's Dr. Moreau gonna do with those?" - the Dude asked curiously, inhaling the spaghetti like a vacuum cleaner.
Man, he hadn't realized before how truly famished he was. This spaghetti tasted better then anything he could rememebre eating in a long time.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:43 pm
((Actually, he had a labcoat when he came to the island. If you like, I can have him had removed it in his room, though. XD; *wonders if Dude would have invited him over otherwise*))
Matthew glanced up from his meal, spotting the beach bum waving to him. He blinked thoughtfully, deciding it wouldn't hurt... besides, it was better to eat in company than by one's self, at least if you were in a good mood. He finished a mouthful of spaghetti that was already half-way in his mouth and picked up his tray, walking over to where the man and the other girl sat.
"Er, hi there... I'm Matthew." He smiled politely, setting his tray down at the table and sitting. He wasn't quite sure what to say, so introducing himself seemed a good start. What about Moreau and bugs..?
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:43 pm
"Make medicine from them, probably. I''m not entirely sure, since all I do is collect them." Salad gone, she moved on to the spaghetti that the ''Dude'' seemed to be enjoying. Didn''t she usually eat slower than this?
"What are you here for?"
She turned and smiled to the newcomer. "Hello! I'm Greer, and this is, uh, the Dude."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 5:49 pm
"Yo!" - the beach bum waved again, then inhaled another fork full of the spaghetti. Damn, what did they put into this grub? MSG? It was delish!
Turning back to Greer, he answered: "Well, nothing, really. The good doctor was so kind as to provide shelter and medical attention for a ship wrecked bumm like me." - if one could detect a hint of sarcasm in his answer, it was very settle.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 6:02 pm
Matthew smiled at Greer, and would have offered his hand to shake were he not on the other side of the table. He quirked an eyebrow at the nickname of the beach bum, but... well, to each their own.
"It's nice to meet both of you."
He was just about to put a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth when he heard the 'Dude' respond to Greer. Looking at him in surprise, he wondered if the man had been kidding.
"Did you... did you really ship wreck?" A dumb question, perhaps, but the thought of someone actually wrecking onto the island had surprised him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 6:04 pm
"You poor thing!" Greer couldn't imagine sailing, let alone wrecking one's boat. How had he survived? "Are you all right?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 6:13 pm
Feeling a warm wave of empathy and consolation conserning his pitifull state of affairs from his dinner mates, the Dude perked up a little, ready to whine. Cuz dammit, his boat WAS ******** gone. And that sucked. And if Cassidy was not gonna take his pitifulness, maybe these two would.
"Yeah" - he started somber, taking a sip of his OJ. "I'm from Marathon, that's on the Florida Keys. Three days ago I got into this freak tropical storm that carried me out all the way here. By a sheer miracle my boat survived that one. But then yesterady, another storm blew by. I'm sure you heard the thunder and the rain. Well, this storm crashed my "Manatee" right into those cliffs on the south side of the island. So it's gone now. And I kinda lived on that boat, so ... pretty much everything I had is gone, too."
He put another huge pile of spaghetti into his mouth, looking pitifull.
"Blows, huh? At least I still have Captain Morgan ..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 6:26 pm
Matthew looked at the poor beach bum, definitely feeling sorry for him. Though he couldn't relate to the feeling of attachment one might have for a boat, he could only imagine what a horrible experience it must have been. Not to mention, if he'd lived on it, he had nowhere to stay now...
"That's awful! I'm glad you've got shelter here, but... that's still terrible."
He paused for a moment, then looked questioningly at the Dude. Wasn't Captain Morgan a kind of rum?
"Who's that?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 6:30 pm
"Captain Morgan is my cat. Well, he is technically not mine. He came with the "Manatee". We were kinda roommates, the Captain and me. He's this big red tomcat with a collar around his neck" - the Dude explained.
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