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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:52 pm
 Serena had come into the mess hall after a strange awakening to the day. She sat down after grabbing some food and ate with haste. She had a bowl of strange substances next to the meal she was devouring with great stride. It may not have been the best or easiest thing to do with this, but at least she didn't have to savor any sort of odd tastes. Besides, she had a long day: cleaning up after every meal, gathering new supplies and molding them into what she needed, and filling in her team mates what was what. Oh yes long day.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:35 pm
After finishing her first bit of meal time, and clean up duties, Serena was out the door running towards the forest. It was time to gather some new supplies. Maybe some more laxatives.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:15 pm
Darting out from the kitchen as quickly as she could, Ratchet grabbed the chair nearest the doors to the kitchen and dragged it back inside. She hoped nobody noticed what she was up to!
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:04 pm
 Alex walked in, having spent the day sleeping. She smelled around and got into line for some of the Oatmeal, then once she got to it she decided she would eat once she got back to the cabin and with that left.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:34 am
 ozzie poked his head through the mess hall door. he saw tables set up, but no other campers were around. he nudged open the door and limped inside, his foot still hurting from banging it on the drying rack back in the cabin. he sniffed and caught a whiff of a good smell, kinda like oatmeal. this however was mixed with several other smells not quite as pleasant. not foul persay, but...odd. he couldn't put his finger on them, but it kinda smelled like that one time when jackson stuffed his face into his backpack with his old gym clothes and stale weeks-old lunches, but not as strong...
the growling of his stomach snapped him back. "huh....hullo?" he ventured, to no response. not that he expected one, it being in the middle of the night and all, but somehow talking to the darkness made it not so scary. "anyone there? is there any food around here? i just wanna eat somethin' so i can go 'n start looking for steggy." his cautious optimism started to fade quicky. he took in the view of the room, when he noticed a pair of saloon-ish doors on the far wall. he figured that there must be food back there, and limped over to peek in and see what he could find.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:21 am
 As Bobby and Marina made their way back to their "skunk-bombed" cabin, they decided to pass through the mess hall to see if they could find a bucket, soap, and some scrubbing sponges.
"Hey, does anyone in here know where we can get some cleaning supplies to clean our cabin? The skunk made a real mess of things and we'd really like to clean it so we can sleep there tonight."
What a way to spend their day off.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:55 pm
(( early dinner time ))
Oh the smirk that graced his maw, a devious wicked smirk, kekekekeke. His eyes narrowed, Laz3r the shark in tow, Lucifer stalked into the messhall. Ah, sloppy joes, he could go for some joes, and no one else was here yet. Grinning, he turned to the shark, a silent gesture.
Grabbing a tray, he walked to the line, making himself a couple sloppy joes, grabbing a drink, and then whispering something to the shark.
Laz3r grinned, teeth showing, a flick of his tail, oh yes! As Lucifer had asked, the shark dove into the sloppy joe mixture, ducking down as the pyromaniac scribbled something on a piece of cardboard and gave it to the shark to hold, "this is where missing campers go".
Snickering quickly quieted, Lucifer walked over to a table to settle into a seat and eat his dinner, while Laz3r hid himself completely in the joe mix, ready to jump out of the mix with his sign at the next poor camper to come to dinner.
kekekekekke.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:24 pm
Helen walked into the messhall, yawning slightly after waking up from a nap. She wasn't that tired or lazy, simply bored and out of ideas for what to do. In fact, if you knew her, you find that naps were actually a very rare part of her schedule. She'd woken up and padded around, exploring a bit more, but she didn't actually find anything interesting to entertain her, thus the nap.
Walking over to the food line, she grabbed a tray, already wary. The sign for food had said it was sloppy joes, that much she could smell, and the possibilities chef could do with it were horribly disturbing.
Moving her try down the line, grabbing her buns and the like, Helen hesitated when she got to the actual sloppy joe mix. Now, she was never one to back out on meat, but something about this smelled fishy. Literally. Chalking it up to Chef's culinary 'creativity' Helen shrugged and went to grab herself some meat. Or whatever sloppy joes are.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:31 pm
RAAAAAAAAAWR!!!!
The moment Helen reached for the sloppy joe mix, she was greeted by amazingly awesome fresh-water, audio-eating shark #6 (aka Laz3r)!! Oh such a toothy grin he gave her, holding up his sign and looking -very- menacing, as if he fully intended to EAT HER!
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:01 pm
Screaming, Helen jerked backwards, flying into the ground with a jarring 'thud.' The buns on her tray had flown in perfect arc, landing forlornly in the sloppy joe mix next to the, some how alive, shark in the pot. Scrambling back up to her paws, Helen flailed her paws around the ground, searching for her glasses, but somehow managing to push them farther and farther away from her persons.
Groping in desperation, Helen finally laid paws on her glasses. The only problem? In her desperate flailing, she'd accidentally knocked one of the lens out of the frame. Growling in frustration, Helen stuck the one lensed glasses back on her face and pocketed the other lens, sure she could pop it back into place later, or find someone who could. closing the eye that was looking through air, she looked up at the shark and the sign it was holding. First of all, why the hell was there shark in the sloppy joe mix? And second, who had made the sign, which was admittedly pretty genius, to give to the shark.
Trying to brush off the sloppy joe remains on her shirt, Helen looked around the messhall and spotted only one camper, Lucifer. while she may not have known it was him 100%, there was definitely some inkling. Despite this, she stalked over to the table and slammed her empty tray down, no longer wanting any shark contaminated food. She glared at him, if only for the fact that he had witnessed that embarrassing accident and managed to say "Have a nice show?" looking at him with her one good eye, the other squeezed tightly shut.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:12 pm
Lucifer nearly choked on his food, cackling as the shark sent Helen into hysterics. Oh god, it was just too good, he couldn't have hoped for better (though he would have rather it was a seagull or even a beaver). Grinning, he shot the shark a thumbs up, which the shark answered with his own toothy grin.
kekekekekeke....
It took a paw over his mouth to stifle his laughter as Helen walked to his table, griiiin.
"Damn, where the hell did that shark come from?"
He did his best to look surprised, a secret gesture to the shark, Laz3r ducked back into the sloppy joes, awaiting his next...victim.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:04 pm
Helen raised an eyebrow, remembering briefly back to the scene on the lake, when he had sent the shark to do, something, Wondering if this shark were one in the same, Helen quickly dismissed the idea, how would he even get the shark into the mess hall without Chris and the others raising a fuss. But still... Chris would do anything to torture the campers. "I'll keep my eye on him" Helen thoguht to herself, reaching a conclusion.
"My guess would be the lake" she replied icily, mortified that the one person who was there to see it was him, the trickster and pyro of the camp. With a hesitant gaze back at the pot, Helen realized it went back down, probably to scare more poor saps. "Mind if I watch with you?" She asked, though it wouldn't be watching as much as trying to see fine with only one eye.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 12:23 am
Stretching to work some of the kinks out, Ariel then trotted into the messhall. It had been a nice, easy day so far, with nothing too extreme to happen...not suspecting foul play in the slightest, she grabbed a plate and bun and reached to scoop out some of the sloppy joe...stuff. Nope, she didn't suspect a damn thing, although considering her shaken-looking teammate sitting next to Lucifer. Technically, he was a teammate too, but Ariel had the feeling he was only nominally on 'their' side.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:06 pm
Phew, yet another challenge down. Noel was feeling pretty good about this one. The word search had been no match for his pink pen! Though.. now his mouth was slightly stained pink from chewing on it. That would clear away yeah?
Mmm.... Lunch cereal? The mod scratched his head and took a bowl. It didn't look all that good but living here for the past six days made Noel starved for food of any kind.
The brit mod took a seat and quietly picked at his cereal with his spoon. Bleh..
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 3:47 pm
Noel stretched. He was tired of staring down the face of his mostly picked at cereal. The boy just couldn't bring him self to eat all of it.... for what ever reason.
Just cereal should never taste like Lunch. With out thought the boy had disposed of the 'cereal' and slipped out the door to go explore. Deep down he was praying his team didn't have to go through another voting off. The last one had torn him up.
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