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 Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:12 pm
The cafeteria, after enduring several state of repairs had suffered quite a fair bit, though sadly, not as much as the kitchen in general. Considering that most food these days were either tinned food or an extremely questionable mystery meat that might have not even been microwaved (it currently also seemed to sport an odd, gelatinous substance), it wasn't commonplace to see that the current top three cases of death upon Hunters as:
1) Sahara missions
2) Caelius
3) Cafeteria Food
Usually object (1) and (3) seemed to change places, but (2) had almost been keeping that rank for quite a while, as if they had mysteriously kept tabs on the top cases of permanent cessation and meticulously worked very hard on being threatening without being the number one source of threat (yet).
Two figures that day made their way into the cafeteria, both of them Death Hunters, one short, the other extremely scraggly. They matched about as well as, for example, oil and water combined with perhaps a combustive substance or two. The shorter of the two made herself apparently, pointing at several Hunters and trainees trying to make the best of their attempt to survive on the Island. "You, you, you, and all of you over there, congratulations, you are now employed on a mission."
Did they even have a choice?
"You have no choice, by the way," Sam smirked, "Orders of the higher ups, you know how it goes." She gave one of her I-am-clearly-superior-to-the-likes-of-you sort of snorts and shrugged. "Don't like it, don't complain to me, I'm the one who has to work with Mcstooge over there."
Mark was currently, in his attempt to raid the non-working fridge of beer, wrestling with a strange combination of leftover turkey dinner and cabbage rolls that had fused together with the insanity to form the Insanity Turkey.
"Anyway, vacation time! Buckle up and please tell me you have some experience with Horsemen hotspots." OOC - All Hunters who wish to join are invited! Invites will close in 24 hours!
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:19 pm
This island was magical at times. If there was a real benefit to living in the town - it was not having to eat cafeteria food. Cass had been volunteering in the life labs to help with some of the cases of food poisoning as of late, but it seemed like there were always more people getting sick and well...dying (pathetically, she had to confess, given all the things to die from. Not their faults, of course, but it was sad to go out in such a way.) despite what she did.
Still, standing with the others gathered with her arms crossed behind her back, she couldn't help but grimace a bit at the strange INSANITY TURKEY thing that Mark had found. Yikes. It was like an episode of Cowboy bebop. Don't leave mushrooms in the fridge man.
".....Goodie. Ponies." she muttered under her breath, not bothering to ask about the hot-spots. If they were going to be explained, they would be explained.
If they weren't to be... well. They'd find out.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:20 pm
Gale had been trying to eat his breakfast in peace (or was it pieces) but apparently that was not about to happen anytime soon.
He paused with his fork full of terrible French toast halfway to his mouth and stared blankly at the two figures in front of him, neither of which were people he really wanted to see at this particular moment, and especially since one of them was number one on his list of "Nopes."
Gale set down his fork and wiped his hands on a nearby napkin, giving Sam a somewhat disgruntled look. "Too much," he said, and his eyes flickered towards Mark, exasperation on his face. "I assume that this mission has something to do with the Horsemen? If so, by all means, count me in."
He probably should have thought things through a bit more but Sam really had a habit of getting on his last nerves.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:20 pm
Solia saw Sam. Sam wanted her fo a mission. Mark was there too but SAM THE BADASS HAD PICKED HER FOR THE MISSION!!! "I WILL DO THE MISSION SAMPAI" Israfel was hopeful. Maybe this time there would be less branding. "Can I work with you? Please? Please Sampai?" zoobey I did what had to be done
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:22 pm
Dakota and Nevada, while not particularly very well acquainted happened to be sitting at the same table in a very heated game of poker. Which on Nevada's side was a fat stack of Dakota's personal skin mags, some feathers from his collection and currently a very pretty ornate wooden pipe he never used.
She was ******** bleeding him dry at the moment. He thought about giving mist huntress a chance and when she batted those pretty violet eyes at him well...
"Full house Handsome~" Nevada laid the hand she was playing down and raked in her winnings. Dakota on the other hand sniffed and threw down his fat hand of nothing.
"You're killing me Nevada. Killing me. Can I at least get the mags back?"
"Sure, It's not like I need them." They'd make a nice bargaining material though for the life labs. Or something. Anyways, she pushed the stack back and kept the other stuff. "I guess next time you say you want to play a hand game, you will be more careful how you phrase it won't you?" She flashed him a lazy smile and peeked over as Sam pointed at the two of them. Being a trainee well....
"Yes mission time!" Dakota got up and grinned at Nevada. "Better stick with me trainee, you might get hurt on this one."
"Sure sure Handsome~ Never know when you need a big strong man to keep you safe from the ponies..." She got up and dusted her coat, following after Dakota.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Sammmmmmm........" Dakota winked at her. He knew about your feelings Sam, you wanted him for his girth and size didn't you. "Been awhile baby..."
"Why don't you just smack her over the head and take her to your cave next time Dakota, more subtle?"
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:24 pm
Melvin was drinking coffee and working around some strange lumps in his food to eat what he deemed the 'just-about-edible' parts when he was pointed out and instantly volunteered to be on a mission. When the horsemen were brought up, he sighed. "Barely." His first mission was running into a horsemen lair to drag a few people out, and even then he barely got much of a briefing before he was thrown out there. Since then, he hadn't had much to do with the horsemen and he didn't want to.
However, missions were missions. Taking a few deep sips of his coffee for the road, he rose up to put his tray away. It wasn't like he was missing out on a good meal after all.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:24 pm
Jake had his head down on a table.
Mission. Whatever. BRING IT ON.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:26 pm
Robert had been awake for the last fourty hours. Shifts in the infirmary were starting to hurt. Why was everyone always sick in the middle of the night? Why did everyone come back broken from spars, at the earliest hours of the morning? WHY WASN'T ANYONE SANE ANYMORE? He'd literally walked into the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee, and was in the process of removing his sanitary shoe covers (let's face it, they're slippers.) when someone pointed a finger in his face and told him it was mission time. He hadn't been on a mission in a while, and he was starting to like staying home... but the hours were killing him.
Still. He had a million bedpans to scrub. And maybe a nap to take in the back room when nobody was looking. This mission was going to screw with his entire timeline.
"Nnnnooooo..." Robert whined, keeling over like a fallen tree and lying on the ground, face down. This was how Robert dealt with problems.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:26 pm
Rep had been staring at a plate of what he hoped at one point in time had been chicken. Either way it was mostly white and was so drowned in gravy it was really hard to tell. His main consolation was the mug of hot chocolate - expensive hot chocolate - that he was nursing on the table beside him. It might have had a little baileys in it too, just to irish it up and make the meal tolerable.
A mission was ******** preferable to finishing what he was eating.
He picked up his mug and eyed the death hunters. Horsemen hotspots, that depended, his worst run-in with the bastards had been in Disney land or some other amusement park. He wasn't very familiar with either. Shame the bastards didn't seem to like Antarctica and he'd been slacking on his desert terrain training.
Training that he might not even get to continue, now he thought of it.
"Sure, I'd be interested, why the hell not." He just needed to make sure Harrison was on board with that too.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:32 pm
Marcus had rarely any reason to visit the cafeteria other than to on occasion steal spices for whatever he was cooking at home. So when pointed to, his pockets filled with pilfered spices, Marcus tensed, reason no one probably cared if chili powder went missing and sighed. He was keeping the spices. Going to Cass and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, the moon hunter wasn't warmed up to the whole, 'horsemen' tidbit. Could for once, it have just been some rogue halloweener? They were simple. Horsemen were anything but. Looking around to the others singled out.... A sad look to Dakota, and an even sadder on to Robert. Looking down- ".....Those actually might be useful on the mission now that I think about what we've had to walk in in the past."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:32 pm
Gale prodded tree!Robert with his shoe experimentally.
"Is it alive."
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:35 pm
Nevada eyed Robert's corpse like body. Now that she could admire. She appreciated the amazing lack of movement if breathing...She bet he was having a very nice nap...Lucky~
Dakota on the other hand felt Marcus "No Dakota" thoughts and swung his head at the hunter. Pinning with him with a I do what I want Marcus....
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:36 pm
In a shocking turn of events, Mimsy was keeping to herself and avoiding everyone.
She had gone a few days without eating much more than a snack here and there, but her hands had begun to shake badly enough to compromise her work, so she had to give in and eat a "real" meal. Apparently, her timing needed some work; just as she stood to return to the labs, she froze at a finger jabbed in her direction. Before she had any time to take the response best adopted by guilty parties - the gtfo reaction - the reason for the pointing was explained.
Not much better, really.
Heaving a sigh, she flopped back down and buried her face in her hands.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:36 pm
Cass preened, leaning into the kiss on her cheek before giving him a kiss in return. "Well, good luck to both of us with another mission." she murmured, but didn't follow after him as he made his rounds.
He was allowed his just-Marcus time, after all.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:38 pm
"Hey. Wake up." Madison prodded Robert's fallen form with one foot - all she had to spare, given that she had coffee in one hand and a rather stale bagel in the other. At least, she hoped it was a bagel and not a mummified donut. If she had to do this s**t, she was NOT doing it alone. Or at least she wasn't going to let Robert get away with playing dead. Suffering for all.
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