itp: food. everywhere.

[easilytriggered]

Character(s): Everyone and their pet rock

Location: The Garden cafeteria and beyond... !

Rating: G to... PG? Maybe PG13?

Open/Closed/Finished: Open to all

Summary: FOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

Comments

CAFETERIA

[brightsiding]

[ Vanille stops in her tracks when the cake hits the back of her head, face contorting in a frown as it slides off and lands with a splat on the floor behind her. She reaches back and gropes the back of her head, frosting coating her fingertips and smearing thickly into her part as she tries to figure out what exactly just happened. When she turns around to find out what happened, there's food whizzing... Just about everywhere, and she raises an arm to block a hunk of... Oh, she doesn't even know! from hitting her square in the face. ]

[contempsi]

[And Hope definitely saw it, as he'd spotted the brightly-coloured pigtails from across the cafeteria and was making his way over to greet his friend. A gasp escapes him, wide-eyed and momentarily frozen with incredulity as he watches the cake fall from her hair. Then he hurries the rest of the way over.]

Are you-

[That's when the pie slaps his arm, goopy and clammy, plopping down right on his shoe - but not without slapping against a bare calf on the way down. He can feel his ears growing hot, creeping toward his face; it's not entirely embarrassment.]

Who threw that?!

[-is the indignant yelp through teeth clenched with sudden anger, and he's instantly bending down to scoop the mound of custard and crust from his foot.

There's no time wasted: it's immediately flung in some arbitrary direction, and unfortunately for whatever cadet happened to be passing by in the vicinity of him and Vanille they'll now be wearing it.]

[endscenterstage]

[Sharpay picks the pastry off her shoulder delicately. This is why she hates coming into the cafeteria!! She does not even care that she can't see who threw it; she just shrieks:] DETENTION! DETENTION FOR WHOEVER THAT WAS AND WHOEVER'S JOINING IN!

[Sorry for that shrillness, people. Sharpay considers storming out, but instead she casts Protect on herself in the hopes that this will halve the mess any more flying food makes on her, and takes cover near the kitchens.]

[contempsi]

Oops...

[Hope cringes, watching the girl duck for cover. He'd be amused by the fact that she just used magic simply to protect herself from flying food, but... well. It sounded like he hit a teacher. And that wouldn't be good at all.]

[food_is_energy]

A mournful Champloo, staring at so much wasted food, shook his head.

"Such disrespect to the ingredients! To promise to use them in a file meal, but then to render them garbage? This is an insult that I, damned to speak for the ingredients that cannot talk back, must not let pass!"

And on that note, one hand snaps out quick as lightning to seize the shoulder of a girl who hadn't quite realized that invisible didn't mean imperceptible.

[dumpsterdives]

Kiden isn't sure what to do when her foolproof 'get out of trouble on account of being fucking invisible' plan fails. Champloo's hand falls on her shoulder and her shields collapse out of sheer surprise, and she's left gaping up at him, stunned, and perfectly visible. There may or may not be a swiss roll in her hands.

Her eyes slide to the hand on her shoulder, then trails up the arm attached to it.

"...okay, that's kind of badass. How'd you do that?"

[food_is_energy]

"Even a novice gourmand can scoop noodles from the soup, though the broth is murky."

Sound, air pressure, sixth sense... he wasn't gonna explain any of that to her. Why give her knowledge she was not prepared to have?

"I take it you are bone in today's trout?"

[dumpsterdives]

Her brain might explode. Good call, Champloo.

Kiden looks up at him, nonplussed, frowning a bit.

"That doesn't make any sense. Don't all fish have bones?"