Mar 18, 2009 19:08
[It's not Tuesday, but somehow, the food in the mess hall has an aura of danger around it--if you're good at noticing those things, anyway. If you're not, it's just more colorful than usual. Do you:
a) Eat it anyway?
b) Attempt to communicate with it?
c) Do your best to save others from it?
d) Investigate the innocent-looking young woman in a wedding dress who seems to have taken over cooking duties for tonight's supper?]
You have my gratitude, Sir Gorilla. If you hadn't found that discarded tentacle in the pile of debris, my welcoming meal would have been left incomplete.
((Intro post for Nia and dehiatus for the rest of mine. They'll be around to respond to anyone who'd rather not openly address the terrible mastermind behind dinner, so feel free to react to the horror as well as seek out its source. Let me know if you want anyone in particular. Edit: Down for the night. I'll pick up tags in the morning!))