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[wednesdenial]

[ There is a table, beanbags and a TV in the mess hall today. The table has all sorts of snacks on it, all suspiciously shaped like a bride and groom...

Oh right, the Royal Wedding is on. Yay. ]

((nnnot running this. the snacks all taste faintly of tea. mingle))

Comments

[justwannahave]

*ignoring it and hunting for condiments in the kitchen*

[wedidnotsplat]

[have a skinny little person who'd like to believe he's a Casanova]

Helloooo, pretty lady.

[justwannahave]

*looks up from the cabinets*

Hello.

[wedidnotsplat]

Can I... help you with something?

[justwannahave]

Oh, if you really want to help, you could check that shelf over there. I'm looking for oyster sauce.

[wedidnotsplat]

Sure! The Z-Man can totally help with that!

[cranes up, pulls a jar out, another jar falls on head]

...ow.

[justwannahave]

[Oh yes, we have a winner here.]

. . . Do be careful.

[wedidnotsplat]

[might be staggering just a little]

I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm fine, really!

[justwannahave]

If you're sure . . .

[wedidnotsplat]

[holding up a jar]

Yeah! This is what you wanted, right? Peanut butter?

[justwannahave]

It was oyster sauce actually. But thank you all the same.

[wedidnotsplat]

[the sweet sensation of very mild concussion, how I've missed you]

Ah.

Um.

Sorry.

Whatcha want it for, anyway?

[justwannahave]

I was trying to check if I had the ingredients to do a stir-fry. I really miss Chinese takeout.

[wedidnotsplat]

Ah, you used to eat it a lot?

[justwannahave]

Yes--back in New York. They don't deliver here, wherever here is.

[wedidnotsplat]

Wow, New York. Cool!

Yeah, isn't it freaky! I'm glad not to be attacked all the time -- not that I couldn't handle myself -- but I'm kinda not used to zombies and tentacle monsters.