#37 [action]
(ooc: Just a notice, I took Caboose up to the latest episode of Recreation, which is episode 4 so far. There's not much change in his personality- let alone his intelligence, but story wise... pretty big, I guess.)
*Caboose doesn't remember being in a bed. Caboose certainly does not remember being in a really big and nice looking House. Unless this is a game show, but the Blue private can't recall signing up for one.+*
Actually... shouldn't Muffin Man be the one lying down? Oh, no... *He looks around and under his bed and every corner of the room.* ... where's... *He gives up in his search for Epsilon and sits on the bed again.* It's gone! *He shakes his head, clearly disappointed and upset.* Now I will never be able to have a best friend again! Think of all the good times we could've had... I could try not to accidentally kill you with a tank... we could have talked about how much we like eggs...
... eggs.
*He sits up from his bed and sees the beds, indicating that he has roommates. Is this a college? Suddenly, Caboose finds himself hungry.*
If this is a college, then that means there's a cafeteria! I think I will go make myself a sandwich. That'll make me feel a little better. Maybe it is around here somewhere.
*Caboose leaves his room and walks around, witnessing strange looking people fighting strange looking monsters and even other people. He manages the avoid the chaos, as those who are fighting are too absorbed in trying to defeat their opponent. Caboose just wants food. And his best friend, but something tells him finding Epsilon won't happen here. That's probably his stomach, because this Blue is hungry.
He finally finds the empty kitchen and looks through the fridge, delighted that not only there is already a premade sandwich in there, but also orange juice! But the delight is short lived when he hears the door slamming rather loudly behind him. Whoever that is, they must be really reall-*
"Blarg!"
"Blarg!"
"Honk blarg!"
*Caboose looks at them in amazement. Aliens! Lots of them! And they are all in different colors. Red, blue, orange, lightish-red...
Despite the rainbow filled greeting, the aliens are hostile and angry for whatever reason. They aim their battle rifles at Caboose, uttering some "blargs" and "honks" and Caboose realizes that they are not nice. And they smell.*
Uh... don't worry about me! I... *Caboose instinctively grabs his assault rifle.* ... am just here for the food!
*Not too long after that, the aliens open fire. Caboose finds cover behind a counter and blindly fires back, managing to take down one or two of the aliens but a few more would eventually come and take their place. Not sure about what to do, Caboose attempts to talk to them.*
If this is about CrunchBite then I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault! It was Wyoming's! He blew him up! He's the guy in white! But I think he died so nevermind!
*This doesn't stop the firing though, as one of the aliens ridicules the refrigerator with bullets, shattering the orange juice and other yummy edibles inside.
This brings up a feeling of sadness in Caboose, as he was about to have a delicious lunch with it! This also brings up the rare feeling of rage in this Blue private, as he was about to have a delicious lunch with it! Caboose hates being sad and angry, but he hates those who ruin good food even more. (Actually, only slightly more so. Not really.)*
*In a lower, deeper tone.* I was hungry. Now I must feast on your smelly anger with my own!!
The rush of adrenaline allows Caboose to run out of the firing range, flipping the table for cover as he closes in on the now surprised aliens. In a span of a few minutes, the aliens fell one by one as Caboose beats them with his assault rifle and shootings those that were either moving on the floor or running. He peeks down the hall and sees a rush of aliens coming at him.
Unable to decide whether he should shoot them all down or knock them all out and then shooting them... he decides just throwing a plasma grenade would be a great idea. The grenade takes out a majority of the alien battalion and the rest were quickly shot down.
Caboose pants as he feels the tense feeling slowly going away. He returns to the kitchen, stepping over the pungent corpses and looks at the refrigerator to see what had remained. To his luck, the pre made sandwich was okay! He smiles excitedly as he unwraps the sandwich and eats. He would sit on a chair, but the chairs and tables are just as beaten as the aliens.*
Om nom no- *He shakes his head. His throat hurts a little from using the deep voice. Not that it matters now, he has his sandwich and there's still water on the counter!* Om nom nom!
(ooc: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LENGTH! ;_;
+He thought he was in a game show the first time he arrived here.)
*Caboose doesn't remember being in a bed. Caboose certainly does not remember being in a really big and nice looking House. Unless this is a game show, but the Blue private can't recall signing up for one.+*
Actually... shouldn't Muffin Man be the one lying down? Oh, no... *He looks around and under his bed and every corner of the room.* ... where's... *He gives up in his search for Epsilon and sits on the bed again.* It's gone! *He shakes his head, clearly disappointed and upset.* Now I will never be able to have a best friend again! Think of all the good times we could've had... I could try not to accidentally kill you with a tank... we could have talked about how much we like eggs...
... eggs.
*He sits up from his bed and sees the beds, indicating that he has roommates. Is this a college? Suddenly, Caboose finds himself hungry.*
If this is a college, then that means there's a cafeteria! I think I will go make myself a sandwich. That'll make me feel a little better. Maybe it is around here somewhere.
*Caboose leaves his room and walks around, witnessing strange looking people fighting strange looking monsters and even other people. He manages the avoid the chaos, as those who are fighting are too absorbed in trying to defeat their opponent. Caboose just wants food. And his best friend, but something tells him finding Epsilon won't happen here. That's probably his stomach, because this Blue is hungry.
He finally finds the empty kitchen and looks through the fridge, delighted that not only there is already a premade sandwich in there, but also orange juice! But the delight is short lived when he hears the door slamming rather loudly behind him. Whoever that is, they must be really reall-*
"Blarg!"
"Blarg!"
"Honk blarg!"
*Caboose looks at them in amazement. Aliens! Lots of them! And they are all in different colors. Red, blue, orange, lightish-red...
Despite the rainbow filled greeting, the aliens are hostile and angry for whatever reason. They aim their battle rifles at Caboose, uttering some "blargs" and "honks" and Caboose realizes that they are not nice. And they smell.*
Uh... don't worry about me! I... *Caboose instinctively grabs his assault rifle.* ... am just here for the food!
*Not too long after that, the aliens open fire. Caboose finds cover behind a counter and blindly fires back, managing to take down one or two of the aliens but a few more would eventually come and take their place. Not sure about what to do, Caboose attempts to talk to them.*
If this is about CrunchBite then I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault! It was Wyoming's! He blew him up! He's the guy in white! But I think he died so nevermind!
*This doesn't stop the firing though, as one of the aliens ridicules the refrigerator with bullets, shattering the orange juice and other yummy edibles inside.
This brings up a feeling of sadness in Caboose, as he was about to have a delicious lunch with it! This also brings up the rare feeling of rage in this Blue private, as he was about to have a delicious lunch with it! Caboose hates being sad and angry, but he hates those who ruin good food even more. (Actually, only slightly more so. Not really.)*
*In a lower, deeper tone.* I was hungry. Now I must feast on your smelly anger with my own!!
The rush of adrenaline allows Caboose to run out of the firing range, flipping the table for cover as he closes in on the now surprised aliens. In a span of a few minutes, the aliens fell one by one as Caboose beats them with his assault rifle and shootings those that were either moving on the floor or running. He peeks down the hall and sees a rush of aliens coming at him.
Unable to decide whether he should shoot them all down or knock them all out and then shooting them... he decides just throwing a plasma grenade would be a great idea. The grenade takes out a majority of the alien battalion and the rest were quickly shot down.
Caboose pants as he feels the tense feeling slowly going away. He returns to the kitchen, stepping over the pungent corpses and looks at the refrigerator to see what had remained. To his luck, the pre made sandwich was okay! He smiles excitedly as he unwraps the sandwich and eats. He would sit on a chair, but the chairs and tables are just as beaten as the aliens.*
Om nom no- *He shakes his head. His throat hurts a little from using the deep voice. Not that it matters now, he has his sandwich and there's still water on the counter!* Om nom nom!
(ooc: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LENGTH! ;_;
+He thought he was in a game show the first time he arrived here.)