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Annabel had almost lost focus on her objective; so many other Audios were starting to fill the messhall, and it was making her slightly uneasy. Particularly the big group in the middle- she'd had an interest in at least speaking with the girl in the cravat, but now... no thanks, man. Too many Audios around her.

"I guess so," she murmured in agreement, turning her focus back to the nerdy audio. Well, that was a perfect setup, if she'd ever seen one. Offering a more tentative smile- one that'd give off a more shy feel, she supposed- she glanced to the floor in 'embarrassment'.

"Making the most of it.. would you mind if we stuck together? It seems like a good idea to get a good group.. at least, that's.. the way I'm seeing it." And, bingo. Looking up, she flicked her hair slightly. This was perfect.

"Y'know? I think we could really help each other out."

Amused, she looked up" This loud enough for you?" She said, eyes twinkling. Looking around Helena regarded her question. What was in store for them? "Hmm, I was told I needed to go here for my sponsor to get 'squirrels with swords in them' from some guy. I'm not entierly sure what else is going to heppen. If our arrival here was any indication I would say bad things. Awful things. Maybe things even worse then in Final Fantasy games." She shuddered, thinking back on her favorite games, momentarily distracted. "But, my sponsor told me nothing of building, character wise or not. And I could have sworn video games were mentioned." With a quick glance around the room she sighed. "Definitely no video games here." Besides the ones in my bag She added to herself, smiling slightly.

Beneath the chatter of the newly arrived campers, something was going on in the kitchen. There was the occasional sizzle, and the scent of hot pancakes filled the air... as well as the splurt of pancakes missing the frying pan in mid-flip, accompanied by the murmured "Oops. Heh heh."

At last a stack of pancakes was dropped on the counter, next to a pile of plates. "Heh heh," Chef Hatchet chuckled softly before grinning widely. "COME'n'GET IT before it gets cold!"

...At least the pancakes looked okay. Several bottles of maple syrup (Canadian made!) hung out on the far edge of the counter for campers to swipe or add to their pancakes.

@Chobi - Nigel looked up from his face plant and gazed across his table. He noticed some familiar colours on the mod-ish male that sat at the table in front of his and his ears perked up with interest. Had he actually found himself another Brit in amongst all this chaos? Well that would be fortunate!

Pulling himself to his paws, Nigel padded confidently over to the Brit-Mod’s table. Leaning on it casually as he looked over the guy’s outfit. It was definitely a tribute to back home, even if it was a little bright and over the top for Nigel’s taste. “Hey” he said, raising one paw in a sort of half wave, “You from England too then?”

((I might not be here for much longer, so if I suddenly stop replying, just assume Nigel is following along with the group silently ^^;; lol and I'll catch up when I get home later))

The LARPer was taken aback by the girl's sudden display of shyness. It made him feel a small handful of emotions, one of them being relief that he didn't seem to be the only one here who was a hundred shades of nervous at his situation. That in turn allowed him to feel a little more confident, so much that his face managed to twitch into a weak smile.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he nodded, and whatever else he was going to say evaporated in his mind, the familiar scent of pancakes taking over his senses. The chef made him jump a third time, but... at least the food looked edible! He'd thankfully gotten over his little problem with flour when he was little, otherwise he'd have been screwed.

"I almost forgot that I was hungry," Simon remarked shyly, before slipping off his seat to file himself into the line for food. He figured (or hoped) that the girl would follow.

At his smile, Annabel had known she was golden. She couldn't have managed this better if she'd been God. There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind, telling her how absolutely wrong it was to use the poor boy, but luckily she'd gotten good at ignoring that. Practice with betraying a kind-hearted nature made you good at that sort of thing. She'd opened her mouth to speak again, in response to his agreement, when he'd gotten distracted by the smell of food.

Well, she was a bit peckish- and by that, she meant effing STARVING. Following along as the boy moved to get food, she walked daintily and quietly, not wanting to startle him out of the still tentative alliance. Standing next to him as they both waited for pancakes, she glanced over.

"So, would you mind if I asked your name? Can't exactly be friends if I don't have anything to call you." She said gently, mind reeling with joy in just how easy this was turning out to be.

Nigel smiled back at Noel before taking a seat, “Thanks mate. I’m Nigel Blackwell… sooo this place is pretty insane ain’t it?” As the girl joined them at the table, Nigel tipped his hat politely before resting his head on his paws and staring at the food she had brought with her, “Well…that looks less then appetising don’t it?” he started to wonder if he was really as hungry as he first thought, “I wonder if this place serves anything that doesn’t look like its been swimming in a toilet, then cooked in a clothes dryer on warm”