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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 18, 2012 1:20:10 GMT -8
The sun was nowhere near rising as the first weirdos got out of bed to waste some precious calories. Chantelle hadn't started breakfast and the whiteboard had no new postings on it.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 18, 2012 1:32:37 GMT -8
Ashley comes out in his running shorts he met the end of the world in, with his favorite jogging shirt. It wasn't that dirty, he promised himself, though he had the urge to go clean it this instance. Dirty clothes apparently did not agree with him. He started his warm up stretches and one-armed push-ups, those arms weren't going to work themselves out while he jogged.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 18, 2012 7:36:49 GMT -8
The sun was finally out in all its unenthusiastic April dreariness. Various workers-outers were sweating to the oldies and jostling their businesses around, and Chantelle arrived to begin cooking breakfast. People drifted in and wandered about, waiting for their toast to finish toast-ifying. It took a bit longer than normal, but Seth came slumping in after many others had already eaten, unshaven and a bit groggy seeming. He chatted with Marie for a few minutes, and then wrote on the white board: NO OUTSIDE MISSION TODAY. Everyone set about their usual duties, including guarding. Ashley realized it was his turn, along with Patti, to guard the back door.
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Post by DKender on Dec 18, 2012 9:48:21 GMT -8
For Alex, who never drank coffee, the best part of waking up was chatting with Homeboy (or anyone who'd listen, really). So he sought out Micah during breakfast in the community center and ran his mouth. Assuming that Micah made it to breakfast, here are some of the super important things he'd hear: "I had the worst dream last night ... Dude, so I was wondering, if you and Nora got married, what accent would your kids use? Austraenglish? Does that happen? Do Australians marry English people a lot? You guys are pretty much related, right? I mean culturally. Not literally related. "Uuuuh, speaking of Nora, did she tell you whether Chelsea has a boyfriend? She's so cute. Like a bunny. Doesn't understand sign language, though, which is kinda disappointing, because if she did, we'd have our own secret language. "I wonder if Obama's okay ... didn't vote for him, but that's because I was too young to vote. Does Australia have a president?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 18, 2012 12:28:44 GMT -8
Ashley finished his preparation and waited for Patti. He was concerned about guarding anything with half a functional body, but with Patti there..woman could still shoot, he was sure.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 18, 2012 15:06:08 GMT -8
Micah did indeed make his way to breakfast, he felt surprisingly well rested given the events of the previous day. He hadn't expected to fall asleep but as soon as his head hit the pillow, the lights went out and he awoke the next day to a face full of puppy. The doctor was nowhere to be seen as usual, the guy always left at the crack of dawn. He made his way to the food and his usual large mug of coffee. He gave Chantelle a small grin. "How's it going? Did you sleep okay? I'll be sticking around today, so let me know what I can do to help you out yeah?" Chantelle- "Great! Another day, another whoa! Fire in the hole! Haha, anyhow... I sleep very well! You know, my work is pretty exhausting sometimes... Anything, any time! We'll make so much food, oh my god."
Micah found a comfy chair to eat his breakfast in peace, only to be bombarded by Alex and a litany of odd questions. Luckily for Alex, the sleep had put Micah in a less cranky mood than usual and the coffee was taking full effect. "Okay err Alex, people aren't born with accents, it isn't genetic. If I live in this country a couple of years I'll develop a dumbarse American-Australian accent. Australian marry all sorts of people, even the occasional fucking American. The Poms and Australians aren't that related, no. It's a pretty multi-cultural fucking country, despite what you may fucking hear. Maybe you should skip the origami this time, what happened with Fiona? Nora didn't mention anything, sorry mate. What did you get up to last night, have you already origamied her or are you saving it until you really fucking know her? No idea, he could be okay I guess. He does have bodyguards and whatnot. He'll battle the zombies with his powerful charisma and winning smile. No worries, he'll become Mega-Obama and save us all with a simple speech about coming together and shit, the zombies will just flop on the ground in tears, then flowers will fucking sprout forth from the ground. Hahaha, actually we're technically still subjects to the bloody Queen of England. We have a Prime Minister, a redhead chick called Julia Gillard. Although I sometimes suspect she's mentally retarded but all our politicians are. She speaks like a fucking bogan. She beats Tony Abbott though, although a lot can be said for a man not afraid to wear budgie smugglers in public." ((OCC: Apparently Micah is a chatty McChatterson today, enjoy hahaha))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 18, 2012 17:07:45 GMT -8
(Retroactive... Patti would've been up earlier than most)Patti arrived in the comm center early (~4:30) and found Ash waiting. She was in her pink and yellow shorts with her yellow A-Ha t-shirt and pink and yellow Nikes. "Early riser, eh? Let's hit the stairs then, shall we? So far, I've only been doing twice up and twice down, so as not to wipe myself out. You know, in case the shit goes down unexpected-like." They did their circuits on the stairs and then did some moderate work in the comm center before the late early risers started showing up. Push-ups, planks, body weight squats, lunges, and that sort of thing. After the workout, she cleaned up in her apartment, then rejoined the land of the living, just in time for coffee.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 18, 2012 19:35:12 GMT -8
Ashley enjoys every moment of it, but he's not a conversationalist while exercising, or really working either. There was a time for work, and a time for play, and right now he was working. "We have our time at the back door next."
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Post by DKender on Dec 18, 2012 20:35:21 GMT -8
(OOC: Wrote this on a plane, yeeeah!) In response to Micah's coment about "Fiona", Alex said, "You mean Ione, right?" He seemed mildly embarassed. "It's like I said - sophisticated women like her don't warm to my personality. I just annoy them eventually. You know. By. Saying stupid things. Making them cry. Mistaking Socrates for Sophocles. She'd do better with somebody like Seth or Dr. Victor. And uh. Maybe I did make Chelsea an origami rose or something. It's for later, though." He listened intently as Micah described Australia's political system. "Oooh. Huh. I understood everything except Pom and bogan and budgie smugglers. That's weird, though. Having a queen who doesn't even live in your country ... I guess she must use skype a lot to meet with Julia Gillard."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 18, 2012 20:54:22 GMT -8
To Ash - "I'll meet you downstairs in..." Patti checks her watch. "Ten minutes, I guess. I'll get us a pot of coffee and some form of protein that we can graze on." Patti fills a large thermos with black coffee (she's not a fan of shelf stable nondairy creamers) and piles some bacon, eggs, pepperoni, and salami on a plate, then works her way downstairs.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 18, 2012 22:32:39 GMT -8
Ashley piles food on his plate, and does much the same. He avoids the coffee today. Have to focus on purifying the body. Getting rid of poison like coffee. After all weren't they going to run out of coffee someday? He wondered, and then headed downstairs, full of natural excitement.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 18, 2012 22:47:29 GMT -8
ASHLEY & PATTI, set urselves up at the back door, if you will. It's on p1 of the garage, on a short stairwell that goes up to the exit. Nothing much to do there but chill for an hour. You receive the radio from the dudes that were there before. Rock on!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 18, 2012 23:25:52 GMT -8
“Yeah the Queen doesn't get involved much, I reckon she has more involvement with her corgis than us if you know what I mean. Pom refers to people from britain, a bogan is a tasteless slacker I guess and budgie smugglers refers to tight men's bathers in which the package resembles a budgie, in my case it would be more of a parrot . So why don't you think you're sophisticated enough for Ione? You're selling yourself short mate. Her loss, sure it isn't the whole Mormon thing? It's funny I always thought Mormons came in pairs, where there's one there' always another. What if Chelsea is one of those artsy pagan chicks? Sacrificing kittens for good grades?”
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Post by DKender on Dec 19, 2012 0:01:46 GMT -8
Alex laughed riotously when Micah compared his crotch to a parrot. That was probably the funniest thing he'd heard ... ever. And THAT'S why you aren't sophisticated enough for Ione."H-hey, it's not the Mormon thing anymore, I swear!" He made the sign of the cross on his chest. "I'm over that. Anyway, pagans don't sacrifice cats, Goofball. So I hope Chelsea IS pagan." He stuck out his tongue. Then, Alex started snickering again. "Heeeeahahahah! HAHAH! Pygmy parrot, maybe. Buuuurn." Micah rolled his eyes and grinned. "Haha you got me bee smuggler." "More like golden eagle smuggler," Alex muttered. And then he ate a mouthfull of delicious breakfast and decided to keep quiet for a while, because the conversation was taking a strange turn.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 19, 2012 1:27:27 GMT -8
Of the Cornish kids, only Mega was in the Comm Center. She seemed to be getting enough food for a flatmate or two. Of the other new people, Wil also made a short appearance to get food for two and left. Monty and Col. Teddy stuck around, though they didn't have anything to do with each other.
After Monty got his food, Tyrone got his attention. Tyrone- "Hey, come on over."
Monty- "Morning, man."
Tyrone- "Welcome back t' civilization, my brother."
Monty- "That means a lot to me."
Tyrone- " "
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