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trans_92010-03-16 01:22 am
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Breakfast of Champions! [Open - Bendytimed to 2 weeks later]
Matt had been right.
As soon as he managed to stumble his way back from the Medical bay, he had slept the sleep of the truly exhausted. And he wasn't the only one. For a good portion of two weeks, various people had taken up residence in the bus and their comfy beds. Ben had been discovered by Irma, collapsed halfway to the Outsiders hotel and had been dragged in. Rein had collapsed over Matt's face and had rolled to his chest where she had wiggled into his shirt.
But finally, they had woken up from their epic sleep and everyone was hungry.
As such, the smell of cooking food wafted freely from the breakfast nook as people lined up for food, serving themselves. There was plenty of it and for once, not the slop that would be served. No, this was some of the precious stocks of food they had left. How much they could take at a single time was up to them however.
Matt stifled a yawn, drank from his coffee cup and flipped over the sausages. There were a lot of hungry people to feed and news of the delicious morning meal had spread across the famished people over the last two weeks of being unconscious.
(ooc: mingle thread like kareoke but with breakfast. go wild.)
As soon as he managed to stumble his way back from the Medical bay, he had slept the sleep of the truly exhausted. And he wasn't the only one. For a good portion of two weeks, various people had taken up residence in the bus and their comfy beds. Ben had been discovered by Irma, collapsed halfway to the Outsiders hotel and had been dragged in. Rein had collapsed over Matt's face and had rolled to his chest where she had wiggled into his shirt.
But finally, they had woken up from their epic sleep and everyone was hungry.
As such, the smell of cooking food wafted freely from the breakfast nook as people lined up for food, serving themselves. There was plenty of it and for once, not the slop that would be served. No, this was some of the precious stocks of food they had left. How much they could take at a single time was up to them however.
Matt stifled a yawn, drank from his coffee cup and flipped over the sausages. There were a lot of hungry people to feed and news of the delicious morning meal had spread across the famished people over the last two weeks of being unconscious.
(ooc: mingle thread like kareoke but with breakfast. go wild.)
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Not that he's any mouse, what with his belt and the little mouse-size ochre cloak he's wearing, plus the mouse-scale greatsword across his back.
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"...Hello," he offers, voice small even when he speaks up.
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[after Nura's party]
"I haven't had coffee in so long."
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He handed her a large mug that read "World's Best Rebel Leader" on it and he laughed at the script. "This is Caleb's mug. Go figure."
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She comes back over and sits down next to him. She takes a long, satisfactory sip. "Mmmmm.... Always need this in the morning." She holds it in her hands, savoring the taste.
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"I thought all we had to eat on this ship was the food in the cafeteria. If Cham were here, then he would be the only one approving of the meal." She spoons some strawberries and yogurt into her mouth.
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"And yeah. While I dislike the slop as much as the next guy, there's also a limited supply of real food in the lounge. You can usually get some of the food there once every couple of days." added Matt. "I usually just cook for breakfast here."
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She realizes that she does not properly know his name, and neither does he know hers. She sticks her spoon into the bowl of yogurt and strawberries.
"I'm sorry for being rude. I forgot to ask your name."
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Nura has finished her meal. She stacks them up and slips the spoon inside the bottom bowl. "My name is Nura Nal-Dox, but you can call me Nura." She hefts the dishes. "Where can I wash these?"
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At the sink, she turns on the faucet and takes a sponge and starts to rinse and scrub at the bowls under the hot, rushing water. She makes some clattering noises - this is almost foreign to her, since technological innovations of the 31st century had allowed her to slide in a dish to the dishwasher and the cleaning solutions inside did the rest.
"So, tell me, Matt...how are you doing?" General question.
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"It's nice to dream again without worry," admitted Matt.
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"Those smell great," she says, leaning in to get a whiff of the sausages. "Are they almost done?"
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Isn't it nice to be able to say that again?
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Lash stood outside of the vehicle, not sure if she should just barge in or wait to be invited. This was about as polite as she could be, considering.
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"...you were right about the inside being bigger than the outside. It's like it's own Black Hole or Pocket Universe!"
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"That is a lot of food..." she finally managed to stutter. "I uh...don't have anything special. I am used to Stacy's slop and military food back at home. Black Hole wasn't too big on breakfasts."
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Picking up a plate, he handed it to Lash and started pointing out the various foods. "Fruit, Eggs, Ham, Sausages, Pancakes, Waffles... take your pick. There's also toppings and stuff here too."
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"Like that?"
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