[OPEN LOG]
WHO: OPEN LOG
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
WARNINGS: ... hideousness.
SUMMARY: Starscream thinks tribbles are delicious. This is what entices him to learn to cook. Thus, he brings a grill to the park and a cooler full of tribbles. Possibly, the ES21 crew will show up later for tribble football.
... I'm hideous.
FORMAT: Whatever you guys want; tag in individual threads. I'll be slow due to having a real life. Damn that real life thing.
It was a sunny Monday afternoon. Starscream had finished up work at the office early - the canvassers were all out, the contract to the flier company was in; he'd even finished up his own contract proposal for his own weapons contracting work himself.
As such, he was heading out to the park.
He'd actually gotten himself a big cart, into which he'd loaded a small portable grill and a large cooler which made scree-ing noises while he walked. There was also a toolbox, filled with knives and other cooking utensils.
All in all, it made him look rather skeevy.
There. He set up on a large open area by the pond, then lit the grill... almost setting himself on fire in the process. Not a good start. Once he got the coals going, he got out the little fold out table and a cutting board, then started getting things ready - the lemon-butter-garlic sauce, with a touch of thyme and rosemary... and, of course, the tribble.
The live tribble. Which he proceeded to start to skin and clean.
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
WARNINGS: ... hideousness.
SUMMARY: Starscream thinks tribbles are delicious. This is what entices him to learn to cook. Thus, he brings a grill to the park and a cooler full of tribbles. Possibly, the ES21 crew will show up later for tribble football.
... I'm hideous.
FORMAT: Whatever you guys want; tag in individual threads. I'll be slow due to having a real life. Damn that real life thing.
It was a sunny Monday afternoon. Starscream had finished up work at the office early - the canvassers were all out, the contract to the flier company was in; he'd even finished up his own contract proposal for his own weapons contracting work himself.
As such, he was heading out to the park.
He'd actually gotten himself a big cart, into which he'd loaded a small portable grill and a large cooler which made scree-ing noises while he walked. There was also a toolbox, filled with knives and other cooking utensils.
All in all, it made him look rather skeevy.
There. He set up on a large open area by the pond, then lit the grill... almost setting himself on fire in the process. Not a good start. Once he got the coals going, he got out the little fold out table and a cutting board, then started getting things ready - the lemon-butter-garlic sauce, with a touch of thyme and rosemary... and, of course, the tribble.
The live tribble. Which he proceeded to start to skin and clean.