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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:07 pm
A day or two after his promotion, and Chance seemed more injured now than he actually had been on the mission he and Claude had attended. His left arm was now wrapped in bandages, and there was another one on the side of his face as well, just beside his eye. They were all taped into place with surgical tape, though his hair covered much of the one on his head.
But he seemed strangely at ease, in spite of this, whistling cheerfully to himself as he donned his new coat over a pair of galaxy printed leggings and an oversized white teeshirt emblazoned with a shooting star. A black sweater and a pair of Chucks completed his little ensemble, and Chance padded down the hall to find a certain new Intermediate that he knew would be hungry.
Five minutes later, a knock sounded on Claude's door.
"Fancy a meal, Captain?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:38 am
A day or two after her promotion, Claude took to being a recluse in her room when she didn't have a duty, reading. While the mission wasn't bad, all things considered, she did not take too kindly to being force fed images of another life, much less reliving an old and awful memory. It left something of a bad taste in her mouth, and time spent reading alone in her room helped to get rid of it. She was propped against her head board, one knee raised with a book about the Mary Celeste resting on it. Her short hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she currently donned a dull navy blue tunic top with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of breezy tan capri pants. Her new coat was hung on the back of the chair at her desk. Being the only one in the room at the moment, Cameron off doing...Cameron things, she supposed, she answered the knock and voice with a "Mn." Which stood for, 'I'll open the door in a few moments. Need to finish this chapter.' Which she did, finish the chapter, marked her page, and then set the book down on the bed. Claude headed towards the door and opened it peering at Chance, and his new coat, which hid the bandages from her view for now, along with his hair. "Is this the fabled curry?" She mused.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:52 am
Chance just smiled winningly at Claude.
"I never go back on my promises," he said, peering past her to see if there was anyone else in the room. "What, no hot Cameron on Claude action happening? Damn, I always miss the best things, don't I?"
Smiling, Chance beckoned for her to follow him, taking a step back.
"Get your shoes on, loser, and let's go."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:10 am
That, she didn't doubt. Claude let out a soft amused snort, and gave him a look that said please. "Ah, yes. You miss all the hot no on no action." Chance was then given another look that said excuse you, but she retreated back into her room, going past her sandals to instead go to her drawer. Opening one, she pulled out a pineapple, and then made the trek back to slip on her sandals. Claude stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her and locking it. She then turned to Chance and dipped her head in an 'after you' motion.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:20 am
"Sounds kinky," said Chance airily, smirking at her as he waited outside of her door. The fruit was given a raised eyebrow and a slightly dubious expression.
"Where the ******** did that come from?" he asked, as they started down the hallway. "Do you just like, keep pineapple in your room all the time?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:28 am
"Mn." She fell into step with him as he moved down the hall. "A plant." Was her smart a** answer to his question of the pineapple's origins, but after a moment she gave him a real one. "Lex picked some up, so I took one." She quirked a brow at him. "No. This was in preparation." For curry, because curry was good, yes, but even better with pineapple in it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:37 am
Chance just gave her a look because thank you, Claude, your sarcasm was much appreciated, as ever. "And what were you planning on doing with the pineapple? You're gonna put it in my curry?"
They had reached the end of the hallway, and Chance pushed open the door to the stairwell that would lead them to the next floor and hopefully to the cafeteria over in the next area of the building.
"I thought I was the one cooking here, pirate, are you trying to cause a mutiny?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:54 am
She knew you appreciated the sarcasm, Chance, she knew. "I'm going to put it in my bowl of curry after you prepare it." She told him matter-of-factly, stepping through the door as he opened it. Claude smirked lightly, amused by the idea and, of course, the obvious piracy reference. "It's my contribution." She said simply.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:48 pm
"No," said Chance pleasantly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:01 pm
Apparently Chance was taking a page out of her book (her usual Twitter response book). She tilted her head towards him. "Are you going to stop me?" She questioned, because really, that 'no' just wasn't compelling enough.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:03 pm
"Yes," said Chance placidly, as he pushed open the door to the cafeteria. "I like to make my curry without the added help of extraneous fruits and vegetables, thank you very much."
He eyed the offending fruit in Claude's hand, footsteps echoing across the empty tile floor.
"Especially ******** pineapples."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:23 pm
Amused. She was just amused. Chance and his pineapple hating. "I'm not going to add it into your cooking though. I am after. Into my bowl." Claude explained (helpfully). She glanced around the cafeteria, not having been in here when it was empty before...except that one time another Hunter made her a sandwich. That was bitchin'.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:25 pm
Chance had never been to the kitchen either, but it was a kitchen and shouldn't have been too hard to actually find things in. He went over to a shelf and began browsing it, lifting cans and jars to get what he was looking for.
"You're ******** weird," he said amiably, as he plucked up several spices and carried them to the counter, dumping them unceremoniously onto it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:34 pm
Claude ghosted after him into the kitchen, looking around for a moment before she went off to counter that had a knife block on it. She pulled out a small one, and then started to carve into the pineapple. Her lips pulled into a smirk at his amiably reply. "You have no basis for the use of the word 'weird'." She replied, and her smirk widened. "I like what I like." Using his motto against him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 7:57 pm
He would have glared at her, but it wasn't in his nature. The knives, however, were given a suspicious look.
"Are you sure it's safe for you to have those?" Chance asked dubiously as he pulled out his own cutting board, as well as a mixing bowl, beginning to measure out the proper amounts of things.
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