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Post by madicecat on Feb 1, 2012 22:16:50 GMT -5
*There is a scent in the air... something that smells fairly familiar, and delicious.*
"Can we go eat something?"
"Sure... hey, guys, you think you can spare some of that? What is it, by the way?"
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 1, 2012 23:44:16 GMT -5
*I cut the first piece and make sure Nack gets it. S/he's too scrawny to not get a sizable piece* Here, Nack, eat up! You'll get stronger that way.
*I begin cutting more pieces and putting them on plates, until I think I've dished out enough for everybody. There's still a little more than half the pan left. Excellent* Shall we go out and sit on the stage as we eat?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 2, 2012 17:37:49 GMT -5
*I take one plate after another as PB hands them to me, passing them through the door to where I see Gear waiting. Max is still in the hallway with Red, and I hand a pair of plates to her since she's the one with her hands free. Taking one more for myself, I thank our three impromptu chefs, and retreat to the main theater*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 2, 2012 17:44:52 GMT -5
*I balance five plates and carefully make my way back onto the stage. One each goes to Blaze, Cat, and Mouse, and I wave off their thanks - or at least, I wave them off as best I can while still holding two plates.* They're enchiladas, courtesy of PB, Nack, and Moon. Enjoy it while we've got it!
*I pass Poison and Sarah on my way to the back of the theater* There's more in the back - help yourselves!
*Walking sideways along the row of seats, I nudge Jump with my knee until he mumbles something vaguely threatening and pushes himself into a more or less vertical position* What was that about sutures? That's no way to talk to the killjoy bringing you food! *I hand him the plate and take a seat myself. The enchiladas are delicious.*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 2, 2012 22:58:35 GMT -5
*I stare at the plate for a second, blinking and trying to register what's in front of me. Then the smell of the food hits me and I eagerly start in on PB's cooking. It's been too long* Thanks Gear. Everyone ok? How ya doin'? *I ask between bites of enchilada*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 2, 2012 23:16:25 GMT -5
Yeah, so far as I know. Max and Red showed up for food, and everyone else seems to be in good spirits. Nack's got a new set of silverware, and everything. *I realize I'm almost done with my plate, and make myself slow down* I'm fine, myself. A bit worried about Arson, but - *I shrug* There's not much I can do. She'll figure things out on her own.
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 2, 2012 23:28:39 GMT -5
*I nod* When Phantom died PB and I didn't talk much, to be honest, but we were there for each other. Just PB's presence, in a way, gave me the strength to go on. Someday you guys might talk, but it probably hurts too much right now.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 2, 2012 23:34:56 GMT -5
Yeah, I guess so... *I know he's right, but I still wish she'd talk to me. I want to help, somehow, and standing around offering unspoken moral support isn't all that satisfying. I scrape my plate clean, and stand up* I'm going to see if there are seconds. Can I bring you anything back?
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 2, 2012 23:55:19 GMT -5
*I get out of my seat and bring sarah some food. I look around to the theatre stage and walk back up to arson*
So, how are things really going. Things seem to be going on a downward spiral. Like time's repeating itself. How long before I end up back in the City.
*Sarah's head turns around towards us*
I think she heard me haha.
*I call over to Sarah*
Don't worry. It won't be anytime soon, and you will never have to go back.
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 3, 2012 0:00:25 GMT -5
*I look down at my empty plate* Maybe a little more, if there is any. *I hand him the plate and watch the killjoys interact, Red and Max over to one side. Hopefully one day they'll talk over their issues as well. Between the two of them they must have a mountain...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 3, 2012 0:06:36 GMT -5
*I shrug in response to Poison's question, leaning against the back wall* Things're okay. I know what you mean, though... sometimes I feel like the next drac I see is going to be Ame, or Ghost is going to walk around a corner and wave to me. Things seem so far away, but I can't help feeling like maybe I just imagined the past year... it's kind of tiring, you know?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 3, 2012 0:17:59 GMT -5
*I head back to the kitchen, circling wide around Arson when I see her talking to Poison. Something about it makes me uncomfortable, but I'm not sure what. Cutting out servings from the pan laid out on the counter, I admit I might be a little jealous... after all, she's known Poison for longer than me. And he's been a killjoy for longer than I have... and apparently she can talk to /him/. I put the spatula back down with a little more force than strictly necessary, and rejoin Jump*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 3, 2012 0:25:46 GMT -5
*I thank Gear for the plate, noticing he's a bit disgruntled. Arson might not be the only one that needs to talk* Hey, *I say through mouthfuls of deliciousness* I know we haven't known each other long, but things move fast in the zones and if you ever want to talk about... you know, girls and stuff. I'm all ears.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 3, 2012 0:34:48 GMT -5
*I glance over, wondering if I'm really that obvious* Uh, thanks. But that's okay. *I busy myself with my food, listening to the chatter of the others. I like Jump, but I'm not exactly in the mood for a heart-to-heart... which sounds a bit hypocritical, seeing as that's what I wish Arson would consider, but still. It's different.*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 3, 2012 0:50:09 GMT -5
*I quickly change the subject* I wonder if we could find some pre-helium war movies. We have music, I've been craving some spaghetti westerns and film noirs. Also, believe or not, I'd love some dumb action movies. I hope Clint Eastwood, Matt Damon, and Arnold Schwarzenegger movies still exist somewhere...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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