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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:56 pm
Shenzi couldn't help it; she fell over the table laughing again, having at least managed to move her tray so she didn't get a faceful of chicken and white bread. She couldn't even get a word out; just watching him do the little sexy pose was too much, that she felt tears coming from her eyes.
"Lady Bright..." She finally managed to gasp out between bouts of laughter, grinning each time she looked at him. She would've stood up to do her own imitation of the sidekick pose, but she doubted she'd be able to keep herself up between bouts of laughter and her slowly returning sense of balance. Currently, she felt like she had the balance of a deeply intoxicated cat.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:04 pm
Chubbs laughed, he hadn't heard himself laugh so loud since long ago, and with his vocal change, he found it odd. He thought it sounded something like Jabba the Hutt laughing his fat a** off.He couldn't help himself and did it once more.
" Can't touch this!"
" Awwwww!"
Even wiggled his hips a little before sitting back down, trying to catch his breath and sat there grinning at how much she was laughing.
" God I'm such a dork aren't I?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:15 pm
Shenzi pulled her head back up, holding it in her hands as the laughs slowly, so slowly, died down, leaving her grinning and rosey cheeked, her eyes glinting from the tears. "Oh Lady, that was too funny..." She said, not bothering to take a bite of her sandwhich. No way she could tell if he'd do something else, and she'd rather not choke on a piece of bread; hardly a fitting way to get help.
"I'm the dork for laughing!" She said, her grin broadening almost from ear to newly pointed ear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:25 pm
Chubbs grinned as well, showing his rows of long pointy teeth. Not like he could help it or anything. Grabbing up an apple, he tossed it into the air and snapped his mouth over it, muching happily. When he could speak again he smiled.
" I like making ya laugh though, it's fun. Just wait, next weeks episode will have our evil nemisis in it...The Trout Avenger! with his fishy club of doooooom!"
Chubbs snickered a bit and tried to stop, but it was so amusing watching her laugh.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:27 pm
She started giggling again, varying between outright laughter and snorts as she tried to stop it from coming. "And who'll be our guest star, the mighty Beavhana, oh master of fishing poles?" She asked, grinning; she assumed he'd know who Chana was, though maybe not her difficulty with a fishingline.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:32 pm
Chubbs chuckled and shut his eyes thinking about that for a second, and then suddenly laughed again. Oh it was too much, he wouldn't be able to breathe soon if they kept it up.
" Oh man... I'm going to fall over if we keep this up"
He chuckled lightly, wiping a tear from his eye then relaxing in his chair. He gave a sigh and grinned as he tore his bba ribs into bite size portions.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:48 pm
Grinning still, she finished off her sandwhich, as there wasn't much to it to begin with, and stood up, grabbing her crutches and her now empty tray. "Well, good sir Wolverbeardevil Man, I fear your Phyffon Girl must now depart, sadly enough, lest she kick the bucket due to an untimely heart attack caused by shortage of breath." She said at length, sounding very officious before a titter escaped, and she started laughing again.
None too gently tossing her tray ontop of one of the racks nearby, she gave him a small wave. "Duplex 78, give me a ring some time." Shenzi smiled, hopping out the door with the crutches, striking an awkward "sexy Phyffon Girl" pose before letting the doors shut with another laugh.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:00 pm
Chubbs chuckled and clapped, waving her goodbye and remembering the number. Shenzi was fun, and he hoped to see her soon, at least to make her laugh again.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 12:03 am
Happy Turkey Day
For those islanders entering the cafeteria on Thursday, November 23, they encounter a feast for the eyes, nose and mouth. The entire cafeteria is bedecked in decorations in red, brown, and yellow - festive decorations the likes of which are normally not seen outside a fourth-grade classroom pepper the walls: smiling pilgrims and indians, and fat, happy turkeys. Cornucopias, autumn leaves and scarecrows (both poster-decorations as well as the genuine articles) are strewn about the cafeteria: leaves around the floors, cornucopias on each table, and a stray scarecrow in the corner. Orange streamers hang from the ceiling, and linked construction paper chains traverse the circumference of the room.
However, the decorations are but a backdrop to the feast that has been laid out on tables.
The amount of food is enough to make even the super predators feel full just by looking:
Cornbread, cranberry sauce and jelly, candied yams, sweet potatos with marshmallows, green bean casserole with crispy onions on top, dinner rolls, and homemade cranberry bread, corn pudding, fruit salad, stewed beets, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and a large salad with a variety of available dressings.
A whole table is dedicated to a huge amount of desserts: apple pie, chocolate mousse pie, bread pudding, pecan pie, shoo fly pie, and, of course, pumpkin pie. A vat of ice cream sits near by, chilled, for garnish.
But in the center of the feast, is place reserved for the meat. Huge bins of gravy - both brown and white, are available, as is a mound of stuffing. However, in the center, there is no cooked turkey. In fact, there is no cooked meat anywhere on the buffet.
Instead.... a rather confused looking plump live turkey sits, pecking unwittingly at the cornbread stuffing. It sports a yellow wingtag with the number "0" on it.
However... that is not the ONLY turkey about for thanksgiving. No, a turkey for every islander (well, at least each one sports a tag with a number from one to 78, skipping the unmanned duplexes) is somewhere roaming the village. A good half dozen are in the cafeteria, another dozen or two in the various other rooms of the town hall, but most are wandering idly about the village. A couple may have wandered into the jungle, but it is unlikely that they will last too long out there even amongst the small native predator species.
These are the fat, stupid turkeys that have obviously been farm-raised, not the more clever wild turkies of thanksgiving "legend". These are the turkies famed for drowning in rainstorms from looking up at the water and who have been so glutted for girth that breeding without assistance and insemination is impossible. Most of them are too dumb and complacent to even move when in someone's path, let alone run from an islander regardless of how predatory they might appear.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 10:04 am
Awen strolled into the cafeteria and glanced around. The decorations, the food, oh they had mashed potatoes and was that corn pudding? Awen grinned as she walked up to the feast tables and just took in the scents.
Awen laughed lightly when she saw the live turkey marked with a 0. "Subject experiment zero? Amusing." She smirked and shook her head.
Awen furrowed her brow slightly. But why now? This looks like Thanksiving stuff, but that was montsh ago. Awen had thought she'd missed Thanksiving....
She shrugged and grabbed a plate, starting to pile on all the extras, and even started in on the deserts. It was her normal habit, grabbing everything in one plate and then having a seperate for the meat. She snagged another plate and started to search for the turkey. She hadn't noticed it on the other tables so she wandered nearer to the live turkey. But she found nothing. She frowned and found nothing but the poor thing on the table. She turned and went back to the others, maybe she'd missed the turkey plates?
But no. There was nothing. It was then that Awen's eyes shifted away from the tables of food and the turkey sitting apon the center one. She heard noises from around the cafeteria and saw other turkey with tags starting to roam out from under the regular tables. Two sauntered out from behind the counters that lead to the kitchen and Awen stared dumbfounded.
They have to hunt their own turkey. Awen smirked a little bit and shook her head and laughed. "God, do they never rest?"
Awen wasn't annoyed or offended at all, in her year of being on the island she'd started to share the sense of humour she found in the labs. Not all of them, mind, she was still morally against the entire island itself.... but she could appreciate the irony in some things, or even be amused with some of the antics and presentations the labs give. She couldn't help but chuckle at this new trick. Either laugh or cry right? But perhaps it was more than that... maybe some trickle of her, while trying to make the best of the bad situation, was starting to fully enjoy the island, the lab tech's humour? Naw couldn't be.
She shook her head and headed out of the cafeteria. Taking her plate with her she decided she'd rather not be around when the other islanders discovered the free range turkies around. She'd go eat her food by the lake probably....
As she pushed open the door to leave it occured to her. "Oh.... it's the US's Thanksgiving...."
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:01 pm
Shenzi shoved the cafeteria doors open with a kick, having propelled herself forwards with her crutches, to open it into Awen. Her eyes widening with surprise, she fell backwards in her haste to not knock the manta-girl over. She had been planning on coming over to the cafeteria, expecting something small due to what Gaius had said. Had decided to take up his offer. Had managed to wear something relatively decent for the holiday; a white wrap around shirt that went up and over her shoulders, dark blue and light blue striped arm socks, and a plain black skirt with a blue beaded fringe, her tail poking out from underneath. She had her hair back in a dark blue bandana, having skipped her usual hat.
Sitting up hurriedly, brushing herself off, she scooted towards Awen, an apologetic and sheepish look on her face. "Awen, I'm really sorry about that..." She said, her accent leaking a little into her words. It was then, though, that she noticed the turkey. Or rather, turkies. All over the dining hall. Looking around, she saw some in the street as well, and a small few scattered in the trees. They all had little number tags around their necks, which caused her to frown. "Ummm... What's with the turkies?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:36 pm
Awen barely had time to narrowly avoid the swinging door and keep everything on her plate. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw Shenzi on the ground and slowly stranding up. "Oh, no problem hun, are you okay? You're the one that fell over."
Noting the changed Awen tried to muse with what the girl was turning into. She'd just seen the girl the other day so the changes must have happened really recently. But...that's life on the island and Awen was over being surprised by it.
"It's Turkey Day, at least for Americans..... Thanksgiving dinner... I guess the catch is you have to catch your own turky!" Awen laugh a bit, showing a genuine amusement to teh subject before clearing her throat and glancing back at the tables. "Everything else is all laid out though... potateos corn on the cob cranberries... old and traditional fixings. But if you will excuse me..."
Awen motioned with her plate and then slowly started out the door. "Happy hunting Shenz!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:48 pm
Shenzi nodded, standing up slowly while keeping the door open. "Mrh, I know it's turkey day, but, real turkies? Live ones?" As Awen bid her farewell, she gave her a pretty smile and a friendly wave. "Alright, see ya later Awen."
With that, she entered the cafeteria, hastily lifting her legs over a turkey that refused to move out of her way, and pushing herself past it. "Goddammed buzzards..." She mumbled under her breath, her eyes again catching the plastic glint of the number tags tied around their scrawny necks. 34. She looked towards the tables of food, and there were other numbers there; in fact, she didn't see any above 80, from those inside the cafeteria.
Shaking her head at the oddity, she grabbed a plate, carefully balancing it on her shoulder with her hand while filling it with food, a little bit of everything. There wasn't really anything that appealed too much to her; all the meat was still gobbling. Sighing in irritation, she sat down at a table, taking a bite of bread and dipping it into the pudding as she stared blankly at the table.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:13 pm
Gaius walked into the caf in the late afternoon, having spent the day nursing his wounds from earlier, and a little of his pride. He was well inside the room before he noticed anything different and looked up wide-eyed at the cheesy, yet colorful, decorations covering the whole place. But what really made his face light up… FOOD! Glorious, butter-dripping, steaming, garnished food! Gaius had been expecting to be without a proper Thanksgiving meal this holiday, and finding this surprise, broke into a delighted chuckle.
“Oh… wow. Man…” He ran a hand back through his hair, which fell back beside his face. Shifting the walking stick he still carried for occasional support to his left hand, he grabbed up a plate and looked over the rows of platters. “Well… where to begin?”
The next several minutes were spent piling his plate high with all kinds of holiday foodstuffs, making his way from the jello salads and potatoes to the sauces and breads, but he was missing something important. The one key food that Thanksgiving would not be complete without… Turkey! However, a quick look around proved to be unfruitful. There was no sliced turkey, or any meat for that matter, to be found. He looked back at the center table as movement caught his eye. What he’d taken for a centerpiece decoration was pecking at the cornbread…
“…Live… turkey?” He blinked. “What the hell?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:24 pm
Liamh sat at the end of a table shielding a plate of victuals and glaring in a menacing fashion at one of the turkeys milling around that was getting a bit too close to his plate. "G'won, git!" He shook a roll at the large bird before realizing that food didn't make the best weapon.
He tore off a bit of roll and chucked it, bouncing it off the gobbler. The bread chunk rolled under the table as the turkey gave an irate blathering noise. "Go, shoo! Get your own." He shoved the rest of the roll in his mouth.
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