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[earthquaked]

Who: anybody, get mingling
Where: Hotel and etc
When: Day 98, late morning/afternoon?



[ Ssoooo it's been a pretty busy night for most of us, huh.

Anyway, it's a mingle, assuming you've all been freed from the confines of your dorms. ]

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[earthquaked]

[ There are two new WILD CITY's in the kitchen today, picking through their fridge rations. Or, well, probably WILD CITY anyway. The one without the hair highlights is still in her pj's.

She's peering at what appear to be vaguely grey mystery meat mini sausages or something. ]

... we sure this junk is food?

[undressedforsuccess]

[Squints.]

. . .Maybe we oughta wait and watch someone else eat ‘em first.

[nihilmancy]

[This small sensitIV has put a rubbery chunk of scrambled eggs on a plate, and is taking a few dubious sniffs.]

I have significant doubts.

[sunflowering]

[Passing by with her own unappealing breakfast. Rubbery eggs, soggy hashbrowns, etc-- all to be washed down with a mysterious blood-red liquid.

She looks especially sleepy, but she addresses the others as she passes by.]

Both of you as well? I was wondering if this is just par for the course or I happened to be unlucky.

[motherglowsbest]

[ There's some Jane Jetson motherfucker in a perfectly styled Jetson's-era housewife getup, baking chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. At the moment she is forming 12 exactly portioned balls of dough, but that smell must mean there's already a tray in there baking.]

[earthquaked]

[ wh ]

Damn, didn't know this place came with a built-in mom.

[emotionalsupportghost]

[ Whoa, that all smells rad. Crouching down to peek at what she's got in the oven already. ]

Where'd you get all this?

[undressedforsuccess]

Oi, lady, d’you know where they keep the edible shit?

[nihilmancy]

[She's tired and upset and confused but there is good food smells so things don't seem that bad after all.]

How did you end up with the actually good food?

[justfuckingtryit]

[On his way in to get his rations, but he pauses. That - is definitely a new face.]

[emotionalsupportghost]

[ Here's one of the new avantes, frowning dubiously at his own rations which appear to be plain rice and chicken with...green...? Presumably some kind of vegetable chopped too finely to identify. ]

They really weren't kidding about this crap being basic.

[liarliarliar]

[oh new avante huh]

New knightly sort!

[undressedforsuccess]

Yo.

[Giving him a lazy salute.]



Lemme know if you find anything halfway decent.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Whoa. We got newbies?

[dragonheartedgirl]

... We have seasoning, if you'd like to borrow some.

[stakesthesame]

[ hey remember how hurricane warned you about one of those weird goth kids

here's a completely different one floating on over, excitedly. but also very obviously not human, oops. ]

Eyyy, newbies! And yeah, the basic food's total garbo.

[nihilmancy]

[A small new sensitIV (a girl, no less!) is also in the kitchen, poking skeptically at a ration of rubbery looking scrambled eggs on a plate.]

Wow. This really is Hell.

[emotionalsupportghost]

[ Leaning over to peek at what she got. ]

...Yeah. I think I got lucky with just boring chicken.

[liarliarliar]

Do you want a cold mcmuffin?

[undressedforsuccess]

[It's one of the Wild City girls!]

Nah, Limbo's supposed to be the bland mediocre one.

[sunflowering]

[Its morning. And the newest Taisho feels-- well, she feels absolutely tired. Throughout the night she had been a flurry of questions and activity and hadn't felt sleepy at all, but now that morning has hit she's having trouble keeping her eyes open. She is dressed in one of her new outfits, however.

Sitting in the common area with her breakfast, a glass of water and a glass of... something quite red sits in front of her. But it seems all she's managing to do is sit there tiredly like a child with her head bobbing each time she accidentally begins to nod off.

Someone clearly needs some sleep, but if she sleeps now she won't manage to go to bed properly at the right time later.]

[dragonheartedgirl]

Are you okay?

[ididntsaybanana]

[ he takes his jacket off and places it on your shoulders ]

Tired?

[youpoorthing]

[Was just passing by, but...]

...Are you feeling okay?

[pkinpink]

[there is a new pep in the kitchen! she's checking their fridge

uhhhhm]

What is this food? This can't be real...

[poisong]

[wearing this (but in violet), walks past her to grab some food as well, humming to herself]