This was a conspiracy. However Sherry and Vivio's respective parents had come to the conclusion that it would be a good idea for them to room together, must've have certainly forgotten how much Sherry disliked being stuck in small rooms with people she barely knew.

And a few words here and there when Sherry went to download a new book or watch a movie in the Media Library didn't count as a long and lasting friendship between children. Be nice, her parents had said.

Well, she hadn't said anything particularly blunt lately, did that count? Sherry rolled over to her side in the dark room and looked at the back of her roommate's head. Their parents had done their final check up on the girls before turning out the lights and going of to do whatever it was adults did once they sent their children away.

"Vivio. Vivio. Are you awake?" Sherry whispered loudly.

Finally, night had fallen. Stalking some of the less... friendly parts of the town was a lone vampire. She was looking for heroin or opium- more specifically an addict. A fine needle like that would not be able to pierce her skin, and any other method was ineffective. She had to take the blood from someone that had the drug in their blood.

No, she was not an addict. That was one of the benefits of being a vampire. They did not gain addictions. Their body was too busy constantly repairing any damages and undoing any changes.

She just loved the rush of euphoria. It was something those she drank from got to experience every time she drank. Why should she not feel the same every so often?

And so she wandered among these shadier parts. Who knows who- or what she might run in to?

Title: Let Them Eat Cake
Location: Zokez II, A Hotel Kitchen




GLaDoS had rightly pissed him off.

Granted, Renne hadn't been harmed but there had been one single annoyance throughout scampering within mazes like a lab rat. There had been a promise of cake and that promise had thus far, gone unfulfilled. In this, Renne had briefly wondered if GLaDoS wasn't perhaps a Human in disguise.

Such a thought was washed away when he thought of a few people he'd met. One of whom, had been created in effigy as a stuffed toy destined to never leave Renne's side.

And so it is, that Renne, the oddity crawls into a rather large building apparently called a "Hotel Resort" and sniffs his way to the kitchen. Chefs, beware. He's not afraid to use The Face on any of you to get what he's after.


[[OOC: Yes, Renne shall be making CAKE and he's not afraid to use all of his powers of cute on people to acquire what he needs to do so. OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING and if you wanna handle chefs, managers, whatever, go ahead! ]]

Jamie had no idea what he was doing here.

He'd left the landing pod with a mental list of things to accomplish, and he'd set about them with brisk efficiency - obtaining comfortable, non-pulsing clothes, to start, and then compiling a careful list of the things he wanted to buy, in addition to the supplies from the list Wedge had given him, and comparison-shopping to figure out where he could get what he needed for the least amount of money before actually making his purchases.

With his business out of the way, however, he was left feeling purposeless and unsure what to do with himself. Being outside in the fresh air was nice - indescribably so, really, after being cooped up in Stacy's innards - but Jamie didn't idle well, and having so much free time to himself, when he wasn't expected to be training or working on something, was vaguely disquieting. Now, as the afternoon lengthened, he made his way to the beach, walking its length until he reached a point where the sand curved gently around a rock wall. It was quiet here, largely devoid of the multispecied throngs populating the rest of the beach, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the cries of alien seabirds overhead.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts, he stared down the shoreline, eyes half-lidding in a kind of reverie. He could almost (almost) think that he was back on the island he'd left behind when Stacy had taken him, that if he walked back around the curve of the cliff face he would see people he knew, people that made him strangely homesick for a place he'd never really considered home in the first place. Or hell, if he wished for it hard enough, maybe he would be home - his teammates would be waiting further up the beach, and the Hovercargo would be looming in the distance and Leena would complain at him for making them wait to go back to the base and he'd realize that he was fourteen again and the past four years had been a bizarre dream. Sure, it was possible.

...sure.

Movement at the edges of his vision drew his attention. He turned to see something with eight legs and iridescent wings pry a wriggling neon-colored arthropod out of a burrow in the sand, turn to regard him with a half-dozen compound eyes, and then flit off down the beach.

Jamie stared flatly after it. So much for denial.

Matt was many things, and budgeting finances was one of them. As such, he found the local equivalent of a No Frills after some searching and had sent people on a mission. Specifically to pick up what they needed, be it clothing, supplies both personal and regular, and devoted a small chunk of money they all set aside to food. Mostly a canned supply, but whatever they wanted personally had to be carefully sorted out.

Matt was determined to make their money last, and he was pushing a cart after calculating the cost mentally. "Not bad. This is about a quarter of the money from my own stock."

He was whistling as he turned onto the local equivalent of a dairy asile. Seriously, it was more like a No Frills combined with a Walmart, the store was so huge and incredibly cheap. It was obviously the go-to building for warehouse level clearance.

(ooc: anyone is allowed to post and mingle! This is primarily for food and personal items rather than the clothing store.)

To say Vader was out of his element was the understatement of the millennium. He'd taken refuge under a large umbrella and was seated in his his chair as though it were the Emperor's own throne. Under the pretense of meditating, he was keeping a three-foot radius of space around him sand-free.

His beach towel would stay immaculate until he got someone else's blood on it.

It felt good to be out of the ship for a while. It didn't take away from his disappointment and frequent thinking about the whole Tom thing, but it felt good to be out in the open and feeling the breezes and thermals that weren't sensorium-created.

He kept a sharp eye out below him, and eagerly snatched up a mouselike creature when he saw it. He was seriously thinking of catching a number of them...the question was, should he kill them and freeze them, like the stuff Cassie's parents bought, or should he bring them back alive and release them into ponics? Fresh usually tasted better. But for now, he ate. After that, he'd hunt down a cage or something to carry them back.