incomplete/closed
Characters: Murdock imcondiments and Face facing_danger
Setting/Location: Kitchen, level IV
Date & Time: Midmorningish on day 12?
Warnings: Er, none?
Summary: The Caravan does not offer room service (what kind of hotel is this, anyway!), so Murdock and Face meet to catch up and see what they can scrounge.
Pots rattled, cupboard doors banged open and shut, dishes clattered -- and over this extremely off-tempo percussion, someone was doing a spirited impression of Frank Sinatra covering Cole Porter.
"IIIIIII get no kick from champagne . . ." Murdock stuck his head into another cupboard, investigating the sacks of flour, sugar, and other staples within. He'd arranged to meet up with Face over breakfast to compare notes on their situation -- which, of course, meant breakfast of some kind was in order. While he waited for his friend to arrive, the pilot was taking the opportunity to investigate the supplies at hand.
Hey, they were one-half of the A-Team. Between them, they had to be able to construct a decent meal, right?