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Saturday Evening Meal Post

Apr 05, 2008 18:50

Five whole days ( Read more... )

isabel evans, lucius vorenus, joey tribbiani, john mamet, gilgamesh wulfenbach, meal post, octavia, banky edwards, dr. rollie saunders, atia, gertrude yorkes, dani reese, coraline jones

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lifeisa_test April 5 2008, 23:33:24 UTC

Gil had been informed of the availability of free food, but he'd had a little too much experience with other Sparks to fully trust anything called what these examples were called. Even when they were offered by a smiling, innocent-looking blonde. Especially then, really...

But he was hungry, and at least a salad was made out of discrete, recognizable pieces, so he went for that first. He'd try something else eventually, he decided, just not till he'd investigated it a little.

luciusvorenus April 5 2008, 23:37:23 UTC

Vorenus watched her, unable to do more from his place than the doorway, save for allowing his eyes to follow her as she bustled about. Isabel was in perfect health - that much was clear, and now that several days had passed he was certain she would remain so. Like any gift from the gods, it was both a blessing and a cruelty, and Vorenus' throat tightened around any greeting he might have given.

izzyevans April 5 2008, 23:49:04 UTC

She would never get over how much coffee these people drank. Upon finding the pot empty again, Isabel shook her head and pulled it out from under the dispenser. After filling the pot up with fresh water, she changed the filter out, put new ground coffee in, and got the new pot brewing. Wiping up a small puddle of water that had sloshed on the counter when she'd poured the water in the machine, Isabel caught sight of Vorenus out of the corner of her eye. Tossing the dishcloth in the sink, she smiled over at him, holding her arms out to her sides as if to display how much better she looked.

luciusvorenus April 6 2008, 03:19:20 UTC

Unable to help his smile, Vorenus nodded. She looked very well indeed, enough so that it was torment in itself to remain. And, never having been one to resist any kind of self-torture, Vorenus did just that.

"Surely you will not eat all this yourself," he said at length.

izzyevans April 6 2008, 03:32:16 UTC

Isabel didn't think anything of his remaining in the doorway, as she knew some of the devices in the compound were still too foreign for him to feel entirely at ease. Rather than call across the kitchen to him, Isabel made her way over to him.

"And ruin my girlish figure?" she said lightly, reaching for his hand. "No way. I couldn't even made a dent in all that by myself."

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canaan_divided April 5 2008, 23:44:48 UTC

Mamet has a plate of Saturn Rings and a Blood-of-alien smoothie, and he wants to ask the lady why they're called stuff like that but at the moment she's busy. So he's left staring at his drink with an ominous feeling. Why blood? That's kind of a creepy name for it.

Still, it smells fruity, so he chances a drink. Turns out? It's really, really good.

banky April 5 2008, 23:54:17 UTC

Banky stood at the counter, mentally debating between the Beam-me-up Burger and the Will Smith. In the end, he decided he couldn't eat meat named after a dude, and thus the Beam-me-up it was. Tossing a few onion rings on the side, he carried his plate and cup of tea, intending to head on over to the rec room where maybe he could convince that Curtis guy to find some Degrassi on his tv.

But he saw Mamet, sitting there drinking a smoothie, and Banky stopped.

He probably just should have kept fucking going.

"Feel like punching me today?" he asked, smart-assed smirk firmly in place.

canaan_divided April 6 2008, 00:13:33 UTC

Mamet looks up at the familiar voice, his whole expression and demeanor changing from relaxed to guilty. He hunches in on himself a little and looks up at Banky without moving his head, the glass kept close to his mouth.

"No," he says quietly.

banky April 6 2008, 00:29:39 UTC

"You sure about that? I'll even be mag-fucking-nanimous and give you a five-minute window in which, Sluggo, you can change your mind."

Banky stared at him expectantly for a moment before making a scoffing noise and setting his plate and glass on the table with a clatter. Sitting opposite Mamet, he perched his elbows on the table. And stared.

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9mmshotglass April 6 2008, 01:22:50 UTC

Reese was going to attempt to be social. Attempt, because she wasn't sure she was ever going to be good at conversation, shooting the breeze, making nice-nice with the locals, or any of the other five million things they called it. It was a long walk from her place, but it felt good to stretch her limbs. So what if she sprinted fast and hard a few times?

She wasn't sure about the Beam-me-up burger, but took it anyway and grabbed some of the salad just to round it out. Reese glanced at the pie and decided to go back for it later if she had room. She found a seat, tried smiling pleasantly, and wondered if she was making any progress at all.

triednottodie April 6 2008, 02:31:52 UTC

The space theme's a little weird but Gert's the kind of person who appreciates a good pop culture reference, even if this one sort of reminds her of Karolina. Still, thoughts of home aside, it's with a small laugh that she takes a slice of Men in Blackberry pie and she grabs a fork before going to sit down.