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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:28 pm
Noel frowned as he swallowed the .. thing on his plate. It took all his effort not to blow chunks all over his plate.
"Ehhh.... yeaaaaaah, fraid so. Its the sorriest flap jacks I've ever had the ...... misfortune of putting in my mouth," If they continued talking about the food he really was going to blow chunks. So, of course, the brit mod changed the subject.
"This lovely ladies Carmen," He introduced his friend that sat beside him to Nigel.
Noels flap jacks sat on his plate lonely. There was no way he was going to put another in his mouth. Strange, he could have sworn he tasted a hint of soap...
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:28 pm
Carmen was trying to mind her own business and enjoy the food. The pancakes that had at first appeared to look just as good as anywhere, but down on the second and third. She realized they were leaving an odd taste in her mouth. She didn't know what to make of that.
She smiled at the other guy who had settled on the other side of Noel. She gave a brief finger wave. "I'm Carmen. I like your hat."
She leaned in towards Noel and whispered to him. "Do these taste right to you? I mean... they look the right size and thickness, but I have this weird aftertaste in my mouth."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:29 pm
Sometime during introductions Chris had slipped out for a while. But now he returned...if looking a bit flustered.
Offering nothing to the eating campers, the host wandered his way over to the window to greet the larger Audio.
"Hey Chef-maaaan, what's shaking?"
He glanced at the pancakes, his stomach offering a tiny gurgle. He was pretty hungry...but there was no way he was going to eat anything Chef had cooked for the -campers-.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:30 pm
"I'm just..." Cotton stood up, still holding onto her teddy bear with one paw, "Really shy..." she smiled shakily as she followed Helena Rose up to get pancackes.
Her smile got brighter when the other Audio introduced herself.
"I'm Cotton!" the sparkles practically radiated off of her. It was like someone had magically photoshopped manga-wannabe textures behind her while no one was looking, "It's nice to meet you, Helena Rose."
So, when she wasn't shy she was radiating shooped textures.
Terrifying, really.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:31 pm
"Simon?" Annabel repeated the name, as if trying it out to see if it fit. It DID, of course; the boy was almost a real-world copy of a certain cartoon chipmunk she knew. But, that was the kind of thing you kept to yourself; years of grief over her own name had taught her that much. She couldn't help but giggle a bit at the thought, though. Simon. It completely and entirely fit.
"My name's Annabel Lee. Just Annabel works, though." She added, figuring he wouldn't have the guts to ask anytime soon. Taking her own plate, she only paid minor attention to the bits of god-knew what in the food. This place was hell, she'd decided, so it wasn't any grand surprise that the food was going to suck. Adding a good splash of Maple syrup to hopefully drown out any less savory flavors, she took her plate and looked about the room.
"Anywhere you particularly wanna sit?" She asked, hoping she'd been right in her ideas about his avoidance of groups. Her eyes opened a hair wider when the Audio Chris came in, and scowled slightly. In a lower tone, she added her slightly harsher comment.
"I.. hate to seem rude, but, preferably away from him?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:31 pm
Any and all thoughts of the camp being one heck of a weird place were put out of Ratchet's head by the smell of pancakes. Her favorite! Blithely ignoring the... interesting additions to her breakfast, she took a short stack and two sets of silverware, slipping one set into her bag when she thought nobody would notice. She anxiously awaited the time when they'd get to unpack; she had a few delicate files and rasps in there, and she wanted to get them away from the bulkier tools. It was strange, though... her bag seemed awfully light. She must just be giddy from being in a new place and having pancakes. If only there was... wait, there it was! Ratchet picked up an entire bottle of maple syrup and put it on her tray to take back to the table. There were plenty of bottles, and hers was a decent-sized group. They could share, and she'd put the bottle back when she was done. She sat down next to Carmen. As she looked quickly at the table before pouring syrup on her own stack of cakes, she noticed that somebody had already gotten one for her table. The bottle in her paws was new and unopened; she put it up on the table and left it that way. Waste not, want not. Cutting up the pancakes with the edge of her fork, she poured on enough syrup to smother them completely. Deeeee-licious! She grinned at Carmen. "Good enough to eat, eh?" she said quickly before tearing into the pancakes. They weren't as good as her mom's, but they were better than her dad's, and therefore, quite edible.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:32 pm
Noel pushed his plate to the center of the table, "The foods... tainted I think. Best to probably let it ... ehh .... not eat it." Already Noel was regretting taking the one bite he had taken. The audio wanted to puke but he held it in.
Still, the mod's face was a little greener then usual.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:39 pm
Simon hoped there wasn't anything malicious behind Annabel's giggling. It's not like he had a weird name or anything... maybe he just didn't look like a Simon to her? He always thought that his wizard name fit him better...
"Annabel... that's a nice name," the nerd said, giving a shy smile to show he meant it. At the suggestion of sitting far away from Mr. Shinyhair, he quickly nodded in agreement and started making a beeline for the far side of the room. "Maybe we should find a group to sit in too, so we can, er... make some more allies..."
He also just didn't want to sit alone. That would have made it easy for them to get singled out, and he had a feeling that wasn't a good place to be in here!
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:39 pm
Nigel watched as his new friends tried to eat the “pancakes” and was convinced by their expressions that he shouldn’t attempt it anytime soon. “We might ‘av to go primitive if the food is so bad”
As Noel introduced Carmen, Nigel raised a paw in his usual half wave and smiled at her compliment, “Thanks, I like your birds” he indicated the bird tattoo on Carmen’s shoulder, before sitting back in his chair and looking around at the other campers trying to stomach the food, “I hope there won’t be any casualties this early on in the game!” he chuckled slightly at his own pun, though it was something he was genuinely slightly concerned about.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:44 pm
Noel smiled, "I fink your right bout that mate." He frowned down at the food that had done him wrong. Was it just his that were so aweful? He pushed the pancakes further away.
Ratchet had settled down next to Carmen and seemed to be having no problem with hers. Noel frowned in envy.
"This girl here is Ratchet," He smiled introducing the others he had met to Nigel.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:45 pm
Ratchet looked up from her plate for a moment and shrugged. "I can honestly say that my father makes worse pancakes than this, and I've eaten them. And then used the leftovers as temporary shingles when I was patching the roof and couldn't get to the hardware store. And those never killed anybody; I don't think these are all that lethal." She wrinkled her nose in a friendly way, then turned to look at Noel. "I say, who's the new fella? I sat down after he and Carmen got acquainted."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:45 pm
Helena giggled and said, "It's nice to meet you too, Cotton! What a cute name!" She thought she saw her sparkle, but decided it was her imagination. She looked at the older Audio that entered the hall. "Who is that? He's pretty cute..." she said nodding towards him. Her last words were merely a whisper. The older audio went to the chef and spoke to him, but she couldn't make out what they were saying over the buzz of campers. She moved to where the pancakes were and took two plates, offering the second to Cotton. Her eyes were fixed on him, though.
(( ouo;; ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:47 pm
"Yo, Chris-man!" Chef Hatchet greeted the host with a nod, then shrugged. Chef was nearly twice as large as the camper's esteemed host -- it's a good thing the counter seemed to hide the fact from them, else they may have attempted to flee the set early... like some of them. Maybe Chris would be okay with Chef letting him borrow the tranq gun to track that one down?
"Ah, na much, servin' up some of the finest grub the campers here'll ever have, heh," he replied. "Ah might need to - heh heh - whip up another batch, given the rate at which these are goin'. Ya need somethin', or will ya be waitin' 'til your usual time...?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:47 pm
"Thank you," she added in return, pleased that she'd gotten complimented on it. She wondered, vaguely, if he was the nerdy sort of guy who'd know where it was from? Well. If he did, that was something he'd bring up on his own; she wasn't going to throw it out for him. Her smile faltered slightly, however, when he mentioned sitting with others.
It was logical, of course; being the odd man out didn't exactly make you a hard target. The only issue was sitting with other people went against every rule she'd ever set for herself. Ever. Maybe it was just one of those things she'd have to grin and bear, or some nonsense like that. Managing to whip up a very, very weak smile, she nodded in agreement.
"S-sorry I'm a bit uneasy," she forced out, hoping her terrible unease would come off as nervousness instead. "I'm... not great around crowds, to be honest. I.. I'm sorry."
Well. At least, in the case, her honesty would work in her favor.
"Y-you're right, though. If you'll find someone to sit with, I'll be glad to follow you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:47 pm
Noel blushed a bit at her attempt at a brittish accent... it was cute like her.
"Oh right," He laughed. "Nigel this is Ratchet," He flashed an embarrassed smile at both.
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