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 Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:19 pm
After going around collecting all the best sodas he could find in the vending machines (all the brand names, hell yeah!) he arrived at Noah's room. He promised a buffet as his reward for winning their duel and he was expecting delivery. He jut out his chest, shifting all the drinks to his right arm to free his left to knock on the door with a rhythm that was just a bit too upbeat.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:51 pm
Noah was not a sore loser. Therefore, true to his word, he'd made the rounds of the vending machines, collecting an armful of various types of the good snacks. The pickings were getting a little thin, since restocking didn't happen very often right now, but he'd promised to get a good variety, even if it took checking all the machines in both the dorms and the labs. On his way out of the labs, a more senior Life hunter had stopped him, and he'd gotten nervous for a minute, thinking that he was about to be hauled off for some task in spite of being off-duty. But she'd just asked if he wanted some cookies, since there'd been leftovers from a meeting. He'd accepted gratefully, taken the ziplock bag of cookies, and thanked her profusely. When he heard the knock on his door, he stopped arranging the bags and packets from the pile on his desk and trotted over to the door to open it. It was probably Al, but he didn't want to just yell "Come in!" on the off-chance that it wasn't. But it was indeed Al, and Noah smiled, stepping back to let his friend in. "I got some good stuff," he said, waving at the array of snack foods spread across the desk. Zoobey I would like to request a crack status effect for the dumb newbie who doesn't know not to accept experimental cookies, please ...
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 5:04 pm
"Me too," Al gestured at the sodas lined up under his arm. He hoped they would not fall anytime soon as he tried to clear an empty space among the treats to set them down. While he was there he eyed a few of the goodies with approval. He was left with a big red mark all along his arm from the icy cold goodness of the sodas. No pain no gain and all that.
He turned to Noah with a beaming smile, "Good job man!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 12:39 am
Meanwhile the more senior Life Hunter quickly took off his lab coat disguise as soon as Noah was out of sight, to reveal another lab coat underneath. He popped back into the party room, a room that read in the front of the door ABSOLUTELY NO HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION ALLOWED IN THIS ROOM and gave the others a high five. "Joy formula number 536 is being tested!"
"Joy formula?" The other girl in the fun life party room of science raised her eyebrow, stopping the loud humming noise of whatever she was working on. "The samples are still being incubated over there." Pause. "Did you take the Fear inducing potion?" Prolixity Anyone who takes a bite of cookie will slowly become more and more scared and cowardly. First some loud noises. Then, lights. Then, people talking to them. Then everything is terrifying. As this induced hallucinogenic fear can really eff up a fear shield in the wrong way, the more scared they get the less HP they have. Subtract -5 Hp for moderately scary and -10 HP for more scary events. -20 if its ridic scary. When they hit 0 (you can't go below 0) they pass out and feel better again - feel free to span this through a few rps!
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:52 am
"See, I got the good stuff." Noah beamed right back. He might have made a small dent in his bank account, but it was worth it. Sandwiches and MREs were fine for surviving, but a good banquet of various junk food was something else entirely, and never mind that the occasion was him paying off a bet for getting beaten in a spar. He was still getting junk food, so all in all it was a win. "What kind of soda did you get? Is there any Coke?"
He shoved some chips to the side to help make room for the sodas. "I even got cookies," he bragged, and pulled the bag out from the pile, displaying it proudly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 5:22 am
Al proudly turned the soda cans to show they were indeed the good s**t, "Several cokes. One of everything I could find too."
Al eyed the cookies with surprise, ********, real honest to goodness baked goods. A rarity. His eyes lit up as his mind attempted to use rapid maths to calculate how best to make his share of cookies last the longest. Yes yessss... this will work.
"Goooood," he couldn't avoid the amused rumble to his voice.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 5:51 am
"Awesome." Noah reached for one of the red cans. It'd been a while since he'd had real soda, since he'd been hoarding and portioning out his change under the impression that he was going to have to make his cash last longer. "This was a great idea."
He opened the bag and handed one of the prized baked goods over ceremoniously. Some people liked to save the best things for last. Noah didn't believe in that idea.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:26 am
Al nodded enthusiastically at the mention of this idea being great. He agreed wholeheartedly.
He took the offered cookie gratefully. He was about to pace it out when it occurred to him that Noah may be eating them too. You snooze you loose and all that. ********. So much for savoring.
Al devoured the cookie. That way he has an excuse to take another if Noah was so bold.
He reached and took a green can from the soda stash and opened it with a satisfying krrck-shhh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:42 am
Noah scooted up to sit on the corner of his desk, leaving the chair for Al if he wanted it. He sipped the Coke, then sighed happily. "Sugar and caffeine, what more can you ask for?"
The cookie was nibbled slowly. He hadn't had any fresh-baked stuff in ages, and he wasn't going to chomp it all down in a few bites. "Man, this is good stuff. Someone really knows how to cook," he said.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:47 am
Al chugged down his soda indignantly at Noah tricking him into scarfing his cookie so fast he could barely taste it. He still tasted it though and it was delicious. Noah was soooo right.
He gestured at Noah to hand him another to actually savour this time, "hit me man." But please don't really hit me.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:52 am
Noah giggled and took a big bite of his cookie. "Mmmmm-mmm," he said, exaggerating, just to make sure his point was made. At the request, he jokingly threatened Al with a fist for a moment. That was a bad idea, though. What if Al actually thought he was going to hit him? He might get mad ...
"Just kidding," Noah said hastily, and fished another cookie out of the bag to hand to his friend.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 7:01 am
Al immediately cowered at the offending fist and held up his hands, "augh! No!" Just kidding.
He hesitantly peeked around his hands to make absolutely sure Noah was not still waiting with a clenched fist. He looked relieved and then took the cookie. "C'mon man, not funny."
He took a small bite of the new cookie.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 7:06 am
"I'm sorry!" Noah's face fell. "I'm sorry, really, I won't really, I promise." He looked down at the cookie he held and nibbled on it some more. Sugar would help. Maybe.
WHEN YOU SPAR YOU ARE NOT AFRAID OF HITTING HIM, Lazarus pointed out curiously.
That's different. Noah couldn't have said exactly why it was different, but he was convinced that it was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 7:19 am
He was saying he was sorry.... but was he really? Is this some sort of ruse to trick him into not expecting it next time?
Al began to watch Noah uncertainly as he took another nibble of cookie.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 7:32 am
Why was Al looking at him like that? He was mad after all. Noah shrank back a little and ate the last of his cookie without really noticing it. He reached slowly for his soda again, his eyes flicking back and forth to Al, watching him nervously.
A muffled thump from the general direction of the window startled him, and he came dangerously close to knocking his can over as he jumped up. "What was that?!"
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