For the Lulz.

Dec 06, 2009 11:48

[The Mess Hall. Seemingly the focus of life in camp for many campers, it is a social area as much as it is a source of reliable delicious nourishment. Without it, chaos would reign, kittens would be roasted on sticks, and people would generally go hungry.

So it may be a surprise to you that today, as you head over there to get something to eat, that some inconsiderate fool has parked their helicopter in front of the mess hall and left the engine running. Deadly spinning blades are less than a meter from the door, more or less blocking the entrance to all but the most cautious diners. Not to mention the wind that they kick up and the occasional stick that flies into your hair to lodge itself. Even odder, there seems to be no sign of the pilot anywhere, despite the cockpit being open and all other signs pointing to the mystery person having just stepped out a second or two before you arrived.

Clearly, someone is going to have to do something about this. Eventually.]

((Outside the mess hall post! Mingle, chat, attempt to fly that thing out of here without damaging the mess hall? It's all good! Megatron won't be responding to anyone he doesn't know unless they actually climb into him, whereupon they'll be treated to a little...joyride. People he does know will get the silent treatment for a little while, as he's pretending to be offline.))
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