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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: Intensity, Kohime and you unlucky fool
Where: Hotel lobby/dining room
When: Day 234 evening

[Oh me, oh my! What's this? Looks like a section of the dining area closest to the lobby has been commandeered for a Live. This one hosted by the new sword cat and her FiN assistant. (Ssshhh don't let him hear anyone say that).]

[Kohime is standing on the table, hands on her hips and clearly amused -- she's in on a joke that Intensity most definitely is not.]

Hey, "Idols"~

Nerdboy here thinks it's no big deal to try out a little home cooking from my world. But I thought it'd be more fun if there was a little more challenge to it. Whoever eats more than Intensity here gets a prize, and he gets embarrassed! So it's a win-win.

[Piled high on the gathered tables are stacks of Horde ration bars with this masterpiece as the centerpiece. Except with hmmm... who is that supposed to be again? instead.

Intensity huffs, crossing his arms as he sits up straighter in his chair: ]

How bad can it be?

[ Famous last words ]

[[ ooc: FiN/Avante Live. Why eat at all those nice restaurants the production provided when you could be eating this? Yes, they taste as awful as they look. ]]

Comments

[hissterics]

[ She's just passing through--



But as soon as she sees the monstrosity, she just gags and keeps walking.

Fucking cursed. ]

[purrrnicious]

[Takes a chunk.











Chucks it at the back of her head.]

[hissterics]

[ Ok she foolishly didn't expect that.

Enjoy the high-pitched sqUEAK as she jumps, ration bar mush splattering in her hair. ]

[purrrnicious]

[No matter what else happens this Live was so worth it.]

[hissterics]

[ Whips around, grabbing a handful from out of her hair. ]

--You started it.

[ She says as she launches the wad directly into Intensity's face.

Going for innocent bystanders? Yes, a Horde specialty. ]

[purrrnicious]

[Just raises an eyebrow at her.

I mean. Okay :|a]

[hissterics]

[ Fake Intensity face hits real Intensity face.

Only cackling laughter now. Clearly this is the highlight of her day. ]

[purrrnicious]

Copying me again? Lame.

[hissterics]

[ Straightening up and wiping at her eyes a bit. Too good. ]

I've already remembered at least one ration bar fight, so you're the one who's really scraping the barrel here.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Cat fight cat fight.

Don't mind him as he settles back to watch the show]

[hissterics]

[ I mean ok but she's absolutely whipping the ration bar goop at his face in retaliation.

Do you think the fake drawn on face will overlap his real face? Ah, an uncanny resemblance. ]

1/3

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wha---!?

Party fowl! Party fowl!

(Is eating it not suffering enough?)]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Smash cut to Kohime setting Wataru's hair on fire]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ah.

. . .

Pointedly wiping the gunk of his face]

Come now. Is that all you've got?

[hissterics]

[ The drawn on face totally does slide down his face.


Pls hold the challenge games while she doubles over, laughing her ass off in delight. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hmmmmm.

Excuse her then while he grabs the nearest metal object (probably a spatula to serve the ration bar cake in) and starts using the brand new FiN ability to curve it into a perfect arch.]

You think you're so clever.

[hissterics]

[ She does not look remotely deterred, her tail swishing back and forth in amusement. ]

I mean, I'm just standing here.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then you won't mind standing there for a little while longer, Lord What's-Your-Bucket.

[This is the sound of someone tinkering and gadgeteering.

Yep]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She will wait until after the 'food' fight since this is serious, but]

...Sabre.

[hissterics]

[ Gives Glory a look over her shoulder, tail tip twitching.

What? ]

[rollplayinghouse]

...I'm sorry for before.

[hissterics]

. . . Sorry for what, specifically?

[rollplayinghouse]

...You were trying hard to support everyone by yourself. You asked for help, and I just made it worse. I know how that feels.

[hissterics]

[ Well--

That is, actually, what she wants an apology for. But that means admitting she cares to begin with, enough to want an apology.

Her tail lashes a few times before she coils it close to herself, a little defensive. ]

And how much of that was because of the dumb flowers and how much was because you have "better things to do"?

[rollplayinghouse]

...I mean, I did have other things to do. But normally nothing would be more important than helping the unit when people are like that.

The flower made it feel like I wasn't... a part of it. A part of anything, really.