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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[thievingwings]

[In the corner somewhere, Dark is attempting to both hide and enjoy his strawberry shortcake that he's sharing with Wiz.]

Made it good this time, huh? Good thing I got more sugar earlier.

[mutantbeandogs]

[when the plate is jostled, what appears to be a jellybean apparently rolls out from under the shortcake. It seems to be a normal jellybean until it turns over and oh holy shit it has a fucking face. And ears. It makes a wobbly little "hrmm" sound and stares up at Dark with a little smile on its face. Oh yes. It can see you.]

[thievingwings]

[Pauses from feeding Wiz to just stare at the ....thing. That definitely wasn't there earlier.]

What. The fuck?

[mutantbeandogs]

[A moment passes, then two, three, four more of the jellybeans wriggle out from under the shortcake, as if crawling out from hammerspace. They line up in a little row, wobbling back and forth, and stare up at Dark. One of them starts talking, in really horrible broken Engrish.]

Do you know? More than twenty percent men forget their wedding annibersary at reast once.

[thievingwings]

[Slowly blinks at them, his eyebrow raising in amusement.] Really now. That certainly explains a lot.

[mutantbeandogs]

[they rock back and forth amongst one another as if pleased that someone is receiving their information well!! There is a weird tittering sound that emits from them for a moment before they go silent again, and another one speaks]

Do you know? 25 percent of you old pirrow's weight is dust.

[thievingwings]

[Not gonna lie, he's completely weirded out by these fact-giving bean things. UnFortunately he's gotten rather good of just going with it.]

Huh. Interesting.

[He's also ignoring the odd looks Wiz is making. Take that as you will, beans]

[mutantbeandogs]

[they let out a creepy sort of chorused giggle, and then promptly roll off the table in a neat line and onto the floor, where they are rolling toward the kitchen, still in a single file line]