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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 10, 2013 20:31:03 GMT -8
This is the top floor of the 320 building, with several residential units. Part of the floor contains a community center.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 6, 2013 18:21:04 GMT -8
Somewhere in the kitchen glades of 403, an adventurous wind had blown...Micah had finished helping Chantelle for a while. He was pretty satisfied that she wouldn't need his help again soon. Micah was still pretty pissed that his attempt to recruit had gone awry, so fuck it, he'd try again. He'd been thinking of who to ask, when it struck him that Sarah could be a good start for a 320 cook. She had been in the presence of food at Starbucks. She didn't do much around the place. Except to steal food to take back like a fucking squirrel. And lo, Micah began his mighty quest for minions with the hardest of foes. Sarah, Who though he was a bit of a knob... He went over to look for her and anyone else who may fit the bill at 320.
He'd heard about the mission to Columbia tower to look for the mummy boy, that was going to end well... What the fuck did they hope to find there? At best the fucker would still be there and turn their marrow into lava or something. He doubted the mummy boy would leave a fucking note : 'Nice try, better luck next time. P.S here's my address and fatal weakness'.
He shuddered at the thought of going head on with the prick. Thus, the hero arrived at the door of Sarah and knocked thrice.Micah waited nervously for a response, it was a tricky sell. He was after all, banking on how much Sarah disliked him. Which he hoped was fucking enough to take up cooking for 320!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 7, 2013 13:44:19 GMT -8
Sarah- "Oh!" She must not have heard the knock, because she came out the door as if she hadn't expected anyone to be there, nearly crashing into him. She sorted herself out. Sarah- "Well, hello. I was about to go down to three and get back to helping the new guys unpack. Did you need something?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 7, 2013 18:30:36 GMT -8
He flinched slightly at the near collide.
Micah tried not to roll his eyes, she may as well said she had to wash her hair. "Hi to you too, Sarah. I'm pretty fucking sure that they're already unpacked. So, ah no worries. How's tricks?"
Sarah- "No, actually I just came from helping with the cubicle situation to freshen up, and I'm pretty sure they could still use some help. But go on."
"I do have a way you could actually help them out, fucking heaps. How'd you feel about cooking for 320? An assistant role most likely..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 7, 2013 19:16:39 GMT -8
Sarah- "... Maybe. It's a huge job and I won't undertake it lightly. But who would I be assisting?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 8, 2013 0:34:36 GMT -8
It was at this moment in time that our hero was foiled by logic and his own general lack of forethought. He would have to think quick to battle through this minute of peril...
“The ah...um..err... head chef at 320, we haven't decided yet...You'd have help. Well, anyway I think you should fucking consider it. What do you have to lose? It'll mean less fucking time at the main enclave and you must get a little bored, right?” Micah gave her what he hoped was a friendful look. Ha, he bet freshen up was their fancy term for adding ridiculous throw cushions, and fancy little statues of kittens...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 8, 2013 1:50:10 GMT -8
Sarah- "Well, I was helping with a lot of labor at 403, especially farming, but I could cut back and it makes sense to focus more effort over here now... We'll see when we know more, I guess. What do you think?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 8, 2013 20:02:38 GMT -8
"Well since there's more and more people joining our enclave, a higher division of labour makes fucking sense, right? That's what got Chantelle to finally agree we need more help cooking. That being said the farming is kinda bloody important for both buildings too. I guess...I wouldn't want us to lose anything there. That's what separates us from enclaves like El Corazon, they'd been munching on fucking granola bars. I'll put you in mind for now and I'll let you know when we have a better idea of the cooking staff, yeah?... Uh thanks Sarah." Well, that was different to how he'd thought it'd go...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 8, 2013 23:13:33 GMT -8
She walked with him partway, said a few words, then went to the other stairwell. Sarah- "Maybe I can be replaced on farming there. Consider me still in the running."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 9, 2013 4:52:39 GMT -8
“No worries. If any of those new guys in level 3 having cooking knowledge or interest, let them know we're looking, yeah? I wouldn't wanna fucking disturb their unpacking.”
Well, it was a matter of pride too, god dammit.And so, our hero left Sarah with a mixed success and ventured forth into his next act of heroism. His next attempt at minion gathering was derived from base stereotyping and meant business with a known harpy...Micah bid Sarah farewell after getting directions to Lilla's apartment. She'd been a mother, surely that meant she had some cooking skills, right? Despite never fucking actually showing any before. He stood outside the door and timidly knocked on the door. He hoped Eve wasn't around, she didn't seem like the cooking type at all. More like the type who'd drink the cooking wine. Well, not that Micah was one to judge. He'd been guilty of that crime more than once but still...
“Hey, is Lilla there? It's uh Micah. We're looking for people interested in helping out with the cooking at 320.”
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 9, 2013 14:21:56 GMT -8
Volya appeared, doing his best human impression, though wavering about the edges. Volya- "Hullo. Good sir. Did you bring us a pork chops?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 9, 2013 18:11:26 GMT -8
And so, an unexpected obstacle brought itself in front of our hero. It appeared to be under an enchantment of sorts... Oh crap Volya was about, that did not bode well. Micah tried to maintain a look of pleasant calmness. He just hoped there wasn't some weird drug thing going on. He wasn't prepared for anything Hunter S. Thompson soupy. Hopefully, he didn't have that slightly constipated look he got sometimes when he was trying to play it cool. He hoped he didn't look like a fucking narc."Shit, I'm not fucking room service. I wish we had fucking pork chops, although Ash does smell bacony on occasion. I'm looking for people interested in cooking...food, either here or at 403. Is Lil-lah about?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 9, 2013 19:07:33 GMT -8
He seemed to be having difficulty parsing the ideas presented, but figured out Lilla's name because of the odd emphasis on it. Volya- "Lilla? Huh huh. I totally hitsed that one times. Huh huh."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 10, 2013 0:59:47 GMT -8
All at once our hero's head was filled with a ghastly imagery. It would leave its scar in the deep labyrinth of his mind..Great, now if Lilla did show up, his mind would conjure images of her and Volya getting heavy. Nobody needed that, nobody. He was already there though, so it was too fucking late. He stood his ground. “Yes, that's fucking awesome. Well done you...So is SHE around? Right now?” Micah tried to look past Volya and into the room, getting up his tiptoes like a meerkat. He almost tripped over his own laces, stumbling slightly forward. “Eh sorry...”
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 10, 2013 19:44:01 GMT -8
He saw Eve in the background, batting at a fly, totally drunk. Volya interpreted his stagger as a hostile gesture, or something. Volya- "Whoa! Whoa, man, you... You're trying to get Eve! Why are you does that? She's too good for you!"
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