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.
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Cue the music for the building-stuff montage! )
His dour expression was evident as he entered the kitchen and stopped before his friend. It was too early, he thought, for this. In a better mood, he might have joined in with the song; as it was, he wanted a strong cup of coffee and he wanted it now.
"Cut it out, Murdock. Now's not the time for singing."
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"Well," He said brightly, "Last I checked the time slot for singing was right before the time slot for pancakes. Don't see any pancakes, yet, so I was goin' on instinct."
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He crossed the room, moving somewhat away from Murdock to investigate a cupboard on his own in search of either mugs or something with "dark roast" on the label. Unfortunately, he didn't have much luck. "Do you know where they keep the coffee around here?"
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Withdrawing his head from the cupboard, he straightened up and glanced thoughtfully around the kitchen before indicating a cupboard to Face's left. "Tea's in there. Might be some coffee hiding in the back. Stealthy stuff, coffee."
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He returned to his original position by his team mate. None of this seemed to have fazed Murdock, he noted. The man had been stuck here a week more than Face and his spirits were just as bright as ever. Typical Murdock.
"So,...pancakes. Does Willaknapp have the climate for that?"
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Huh -- well, it was either baking soda or a reasonable facsimile thereof. He eyed the jar thoughtfully for a moment, then set it alongside the slowly growing gathering of ingredients on one counter. What could it possibly hurt, right?
"Alright . . . eggs. Gotta have eggs. And I know for a fact Willaknapp's got chickens, 'cause the place I woke up at kept 'em in the backyard."
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Face moved beside Murdock and examined the jar the pilot had set down. No real thoughtfulness involved, short of an idle curiosity of what it actually held and what his team mate had been able to find. He mused the possibility of the white powder being something other than harmless, but that only served for momentary entertainment. He sighed and set the jar down.
"Is this really how it's going to be from now on?" Face looked to Murdock and frowned. "Riding around until we can figure some sort of transdimentional travel back home?" If nothing else, Face had at least accepted the reality of the situation. The only problem was, in Face's book, he didn't spend the rest of his life being dragged behind a giant.
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