Ah, lunch. Sacred hour of worship and snackage! Now, normally Ron was never one to use something as holy as food as a projectile. But this was cafeteria food. Ron had never seen a cafeteria serve anything that looked even remotely edible (except for the cardboard pizza). Sure, this food looked okay, but Ron Stoppable was no fool! He knew what lurked behind that cafeteria counter. To use this so-called 'food' in a food fight was therefore perfectly acceptable.
Early on in the lunch period, Ron took his tray of food (?) to a table he carefully, meticulously chose for the very purpose of the food fight.
Audrey cocks her arm back like a little league pitcher would do and flings some expertly molded chicken skins right at his midsection. Audrey already has several ... things in her hair, and on her clothes. Her hat has gone missing somewhere in the action.
Ron was trying to be discreet when something slimy smacked him in the stomach. He looked down, shouting in surprise. Then he glared up to where the chicken skins had come from.
"Oh, it's on," he muttered darkly. With a maniacal grin, he scooped a helping of stew onto his spoon and flung it towards Audrey. Ron was a master of food physics--what stuck the most, what flew the highest, and what were the overall best weapons in a food fight.
"Ahhh!" Audrey was struck with the mystery meat just as quickly as Ron had released it.
And it stuck to her front. Stuck! It wasn't budging either. Audrey winced and shimmed her middle around to experimentally shake it.
Nothing happened. "Oh, gross. YOU'RE GONNA GET YOURS!"
Audrey snatched up a hand of old applesauce, it even looked like there was a bit of mold in there but she wasn't grossed out. Not enough, at least, to set it down. Cocking her arm back Audrey flung it towards Ron and yelped with a laugh as a tray load of mashed potatoes sailed above her head.
Jim sauntered in, casually, hands in his pockets. He looked around the cafeteria and spotted Meg. He gave her a quick wink before grabbing a tray and heading over to the lunch line to get his food. Of course he was going to choose the nastiest, messiest, food there was to offer. He decided that would be more fun to throw and peg people with.
Jim reached into his hair to pull out some of the gunk, then looked back up to see Audrey getting away. "Oh no you don't!" he cried, grinning. Grabbing a fistful of mushy peas, he began to chase after her.
Audrey normally doesn't scream in sheer glee but today was an exception. And the noise was lost in the ruckus of the room besides. She scoops a handful of...something off another's tray and flings it at Jim. Horrible aim aside.
Naveen wasn't an extremely picky eater. Having sampled dishes from all around the world you learn to just accept the food and smile.
Of course though, this wasn't world class cuisine here. And he pointedly avoided his favorites from New Orleans should they even be there. Labels were deceiving.
The cafeteria was .... disturbingly quiet though. As if something were about to happen.
Naveen very slowly took his seat...and poked at his food while thinking himself stealthy enough to look around and see what exactly was going on.
Peter had been stealthily munching in a corner when he noticed the very unsuspecting Naveen. No, he hadn't met the man before... he just looked so very...
targetable.
Retrieving his slingshot from his belt, Peter whistled a small tune and packed a handful of peas and loaded them into the basket. Pulling back the strings, he suddenly jumped up on the table and released the small pellets of nourishment at Naveen with a loud and boastful crow.
Poor Mozenrath -- He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. The problem was that the girl, Meg, had caught his eye. He couldn't help but be a bit fascinated by her, and therefore when he saw her step into the cafeteria he had followed.
Sure, he was the Lord of an Undead Kingdom and he had much better things to do then to flirt with girls. But...
"Meg, right?" He smirked, setting his gloved hand on the table in front of her. Leaning forward a little to gaze down at her. She was checking her phone, playing it cool, that's fine. He could play along with her games.
"It looks like we share a class with that idiotic animal." Scar, that is. "Is fate working in my favor, or are you the type to break hearts?"
Oh great. Who was this creep? Meg sent the finishing message from her comm, a text message, sayingaj "Go." Slipping the device into her pocket she mustered up a smile. Hey, at least he wasn't half bad looking. Dressed nice. "I'm perfectly capable of breaking hearts, that entirely depends on who's heart you want me to break." He dressed nice.
"You might wanna flip a table, pretty boy, things are going to get ugly."
"Well, not mine." He chuckled smoothly, then a dark eyebrow suddenly quirked. "What?"
Mozenrath wasn't the type to obey advice, which was probably a failing if he wanted to keep his clothes clean. But he had no idea what was about to happen.
"Good. Then you're off the list." He was good at shamelessly flirting too. She was beginning to like this guy, save for the fact that he reeked of evil sorcerer.
"You've walked into a warzone. Soon as that text hits the airwaves? Duck."
Screw it. If no one else was going to announce this properly.
Audrey stood atop her table in the corner, with many empty trays littering the table, save one piled with foods that were ideal for throwing (ie: would make the biggest mess), she took a deep breath and yelled.
"FOOOD FIIIIIIIIIGHT!"
And flung a thick handful of mashed potatoes at the back of an innocent persons neck.
Audrey heard the prankster before she saw him, spinning around to see a mess of....carrots(?) headed right to her. With an undignified yelp Audrey jumped from the table and slid underneath it before spotting some jello.
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Early on in the lunch period, Ron took his tray of food (?) to a table he carefully, meticulously chose for the very purpose of the food fight.
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"Oh, it's on," he muttered darkly. With a maniacal grin, he scooped a helping of stew onto his spoon and flung it towards Audrey. Ron was a master of food physics--what stuck the most, what flew the highest, and what were the overall best weapons in a food fight.
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And it stuck to her front. Stuck! It wasn't budging either. Audrey winced and shimmed her middle around to experimentally shake it.
Nothing happened. "Oh, gross. YOU'RE GONNA GET YOURS!"
Audrey snatched up a hand of old applesauce, it even looked like there was a bit of mold in there but she wasn't grossed out.
Not enough, at least, to set it down. Cocking her arm back Audrey flung it towards Ron and yelped with a laugh as a tray load of mashed potatoes sailed above her head.
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Of course though, this wasn't world class cuisine here. And he pointedly avoided his favorites from New Orleans should they even be there. Labels were deceiving.
The cafeteria was .... disturbingly quiet though. As if something were about to happen.
Naveen very slowly took his seat...and poked at his food while thinking himself stealthy enough to look around and see what exactly was going on.
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Well. At least it wasn't the lion, or the dinosaur woman.
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targetable.
Retrieving his slingshot from his belt, Peter whistled a small tune and packed a handful of peas and loaded them into the basket. Pulling back the strings, he suddenly jumped up on the table and released the small pellets of nourishment at Naveen with a loud and boastful crow.
"ERR ERRR ERR ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
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Naveen's rather terrible instincts kicked in and he dove under the table, on the lookout in the sudden war-zone.
"Faldi Faldonza!"
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Sure, he was the Lord of an Undead Kingdom and he had much better things to do then to flirt with girls. But...
"Meg, right?" He smirked, setting his gloved hand on the table in front of her. Leaning forward a little to gaze down at her. She was checking her phone, playing it cool, that's fine. He could play along with her games.
"It looks like we share a class with that idiotic animal." Scar, that is. "Is fate working in my favor, or are you the type to break hearts?"
As if Mozenrath had a heart to break.
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"Go."
Slipping the device into her pocket she mustered up a smile.
Hey, at least he wasn't half bad looking. Dressed nice.
"I'm perfectly capable of breaking hearts, that entirely depends on who's heart you want me to break."
He dressed nice.
"You might wanna flip a table, pretty boy, things are going to get ugly."
((Yayyyy posting from my phoneeeee.))
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Mozenrath wasn't the type to obey advice, which was probably a failing if he wanted to keep his clothes clean. But he had no idea what was about to happen.
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"You've walked into a warzone. Soon as that text hits the airwaves? Duck."
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Audrey stood atop her table in the corner, with many empty trays littering the table, save one piled with foods that were ideal for throwing (ie: would make the biggest mess), she took a deep breath and yelled.
"FOOOD FIIIIIIIIIGHT!"
And flung a thick handful of mashed potatoes at the back of an innocent persons neck.
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Plan Food Fight?
Successfully executed.
Meg would leave, but she wanted to see everything.
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Scooping up a mushy handful of steamed carrots that ground between his fingers, he lobbed the mess up into the air and straight toward the announcer.
"Oh yeah?! Well here you GO!"
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Excellent.
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