LUNCH AND TRIVIA [open]

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Characters: ANYONE IN THE MESS HALL EATING LUNCH
Location: MESS HALL IN THE BROSUB
Time: lunchtime
Content: chewing! swallowing! digesting! maybe some socializing! also there may be a few surprises in your food, whether or not you're eating what Mama prepared. feel free to not interact with matthew and do your own thing at lunchtime, it doesn't

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[tsuuuuun]

[Sybil is sitting at a table eating a sandwich. A nice, normal, real sandwich that she obtained from a grocery store during shore leave. Maybe she paid for it! But probably she didn't.]

[mutantbeandogs]

[As she lifts the sandwich to her mouth, a small, round, green object falls from her sandwich and hits the table's surface, bouncing slightly. At first, it appears to be a pea, but then it turns over slightly to reveal tiny ears and a tiny, adorable face. It looks up at Sybil with unbearably cute eyes and makes some sort of soft, indistinct noise.]

[tsuuuuun]

...[Sybil stares. And stares. At the peas, and then at her sandwich.

Slowly, she peels off the top layer of bread to look underneath.]

[mutantbeandogs]

[two more little green pea-shaped things with faces roll out from the sandwich and hit the table with little cries of "ahn" and "oof". The three of them roll together in a wobbly little line and look up at Sybil.

A moment of silence.

And then one of them talks. In an adorable little voice and very, very broken and stilted English.]

Do you know? An average person laughs fifteen time ebery day.

[the little peas with faces and dog ears seem very pleased with themselves]

[tsuuuuun]

I... did not know that. I never thought to count.

[wtf wtf wtf. Sets the sandwich down and very slowly puts one hand to her throat. did she swallow any of these things omg.]

[mutantbeandogs]

[the little dog-faced pea things just smile up at her, very pleased with themselves, and one of them hums a vague tune that sounds like some sort of commercial jingle]

Are you pleased with meal?

[tsuuuuun]

...

Yes. I'm... pleased. So pleased, you know, I think I'm full now! See you.

[She stands up, and off to go pray to the porcelain gods for Sybil!]

[mutantbeandogs]

[they seem to watch her run for a moment, and then they roll off the table in a neat little line and out of sight]