Daily Life at the Anihouse

[livestoannoy]

A little way off from the Labyrinth in the City, there was an apparently normal farmhouse. Normal, except for the fact that in it's world it (and, more specifically, it's barn) had become a global landmark and it was also occupied by a bunch of teenagers, one middle-aged woman, a bird, and an Andalite.

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Animorphs can't play nicely when showers are involved

[livestoannoy]

Marco wasn't really a morning person. Mornings were times when you had to get up despite the fact that you were only able to get to sleep at 4am.

And alright, so he wasn't having to do missions in the middle of the night anymore. Or get up for school the next day. (Or morning interviews after staying out late the night before...) But hey, he still wasn't a fan of mornings.

Which is why when he did get up, he was determined that the shower would be his.

Shower Sequestering?

[pretty_lethal]

Early mornings or no, Rachel wasn't ever going to be a happy camper if she didn't get her shower in the morning. She was glad to be in possession of what seemed to be one of the few showers on the ship, and damn if she wasn't going to be using it.

She was just starting down the hall, toward the bathroom, when she saw Marco heading in the same direction. She sped up a bit, glaring something fierce.

"Oh no you don't."

Screw you Rachel, that shower is Marco's

[livestoannoy]

Looking back, Marco scowled. Hell no! What the hell did Rachel need the shower for anyway? She was Miss "Oh Look I've Just Walked Through A Tornado And My Hair Is Still Perfectly In Place". Marco clearly had the greater need here.

So he turned around and planted his feet in the middle of the hallway, blocking Rachel off. "Hmm, what was that? You're planning to go ans sit quietly in the living room because it's my turn with the shower? Why thank you Rachel! I'm soooo thankful."

The shower is Rachel's right. It's in the ship Constitution. Honest.

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel's glare intensified when Marco scowled back at her, and she didn't stop her fast paced storming down the hall until she was practically right in front of Marco, making a point of looking down at him.

"Right, 'cause that'll happen," she replied, with a dramatic roll of her eyes to make the point. "I'd say 'ladies first', but I really want first dibs."

More gloop with your slop?

[vissernone]

Gloop. Gloop casserole? Gloop con gloop carne? Gloop d'ouvres? Gloop au jus? Gloop alfredo? Gloop in a pie with a slice of lemon and sprig of mint of top?

Nope, just gloop. Arranged as neatly as gloop can be arranged on a plate, but still gloop.

Still, if she can have only half her family here, she'll make do filling the void with the rest. It's not like she has anything but warm feelings for any of them anyway.

"Muchachos, dinner! Wash your hands first or I'll hack 'em off!" she calls cheerfully.

Re: More gloop with your slop?

[livestoannoy]

Marco slinks into the kitchen with a distinctly unhappy expression. He'd kinda been hoping that his mother wasn't really serious about this whole 'family dinner' stuff...come on, they didn't even have any decent food!

"Mom, you do realise that we aren't related to these people?" he demanded, before looking down at the gloop glumly. "And this is so not an event to be happy about."

Re: More gloop with your slop?

[echoofaperson]

"Marco, of the people who live here, two of them might as well be related to you, and two of the others are dating them and another is your mom. So stop complaining and make your mom happy, it's family, even if it isn't blood." His hand shot out in an almost instinctive gesture, ruffling Marco's hair into a hopeless tangle.

"We're all here, and we're alive. I think that's plenty to be thankful for, don't you?" He smiled faintly at Eva, moving deeper into the kitchen to wash his hands.

They both knew how close they'd come to not being here after all. It might be sappy, he might sound like a greeting card, but he'd spent too many holidays watching helplessly while his family laughed and he couldn't join them.

Re: More gloop with your slop?

[tobiasf]

Tobias perched on the back of one of the chairs. He wasn't eating much, he's had his mouse already. Which was good, because slop didn't go well with claws and a beak. When he ate at the cafeteria, it took forever and ended up in a mess. It was just good to stay in contact and be able to talk to the others when he could. He still valued his alone time, either in the barn or in Hydroponics, or a Sensorium woods, but he divided his time now between one or more of those places and here.

< Yes, I think so. > Tobias could definately sympathize-he'd never been a controller, but as long as he was on the ship, he had his parents alive, unlike back on Eatth. They weren't staying here, but at least they were on the ship. So was Rachel.

< Every time I see this slop, I'm glad I have other options > he remarked.