Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 20:01:30 GMT
Quinn nodded at the goth girl and saluted with her chicken leg. She made sure to swallow all of her food this time before speaking again, catching ALL of it in her closed lips without ANY falling out because, as she said, she's graceful as shit.
"'sup. Yeah, pretty much. Abrasive, I mean. Nothin' special about today. Unless it's someone's birthday. Shit! Is it someone's birthday? Maybe that's what the cake was for. I dunno, I didn't read the icing." She eyed the goth girl, whose name she thought remembered hearing as Ginger at some of the orientation meetings.
"Guys! We should totally throw Vester a birthday party! Yussssss!"
She heard Booker and added, "Aw, Capt'n, are ya leavin' us? Say it ain't so!" She sniffed as cornily as she could, and winked at him.
Walltur's shoulders relaxed, Quinn's cool response easing the tension. He rose from his seat to the cake, gingerly cut a large slice for himself. Remembering Quinn's comment on cake, he sighed, taking a smaller portion. He sat down across from Ginger, gave her a respectful nod.
Seeing Booker take his cleared tray, Walltur waved to him, leaving the logistics to his team captain.
Walltur turned to see a little girl standing in front of them. Not having a lot of experience around kids, he looked around the room, trying to find something that could help. After spotting the large cake on the cafeteria counter, he looked to Sharlot, pointing to the dessert.
After considering the little girl's words, he looked up at his team captain, who had posed a questions earlier.
Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 21:05:20 GMT
Quinn turned around to a child's voice. Damnit. My one weakness. I swore, after one summer of Nannying, that I was done with kids...but...so....cute. Ugh. Time to put away the big people words...fuuuuuck.
She saw Sharlot and couldn't help but grin. She giggled at Walltur's caveman-esque attempt at communicating with her. "Chill, Wally. I got this."
She knelt down to Sharlot's level. "Well, heya cutie. Are you Vester's kid? You're way too cute to be Vester's. We were just joking about throwing him a birthday party, but we could play some games if you want. What kind of games do you like, hun?"
She looked up at the others, expecting some surprised faces. "What? During my odd job phase, I was a Nanny...Didn't seem worth mentionin' 'til now."
Ginger was happy to see Sharlot wander in. She was always hanging around somewhere when Vester was off working on one of the events and children had always been easy for Ginger to get along with. Ginger walked over buffet and took small slices of half a dozen pies loading them up on a large plate, she grabbed a few forks and sat down near everyone else.
"Hey, kiddo. The cake isn't all that good," she said setting the plate down between them, "But these pies? I think they're going to be way better."
She held out a fork to Sharlot and smiled at her.
"Dig in! And we can figure out what we're all going to play."
Post by Sharlot Lombard on Jan 29, 2016 21:37:11 GMT
Sharlot took a fistful of pie and took a large bite getting cherry filling on her face.
"Well, heya cutie. Are you Vester's kid? You're way too cute to be Vester's. We were just joking about throwing him a birthday party, but we could play some games if you want. What kind of games do you like, hun?"
Sharlot nodded and smiled. "Vester's my Dad. But he's always too busy to play. And he won't let me play Quidditch because he says it's too dangerous. He says I have to wait until I'm twelve to play dangerous games. But I want to hit people with a bat, just like you guys do!"
Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 21:37:55 GMT
Booker looked over at Wally to see if he was going to join the kneeling party too.
He had known the big guy for about 20 years now and Booker trusted him more than his own parents.
Who truth be told were wonderful beautiful people who were very much alive and not causing him any sort of dramatic narrative angst but there are somethings you just don't talk about with your parents.
...like that time they accidentally set fire to his sister's doll collection and blamed it on the dog.
That type of shared secret built the kind of trust you only have with a best friend.
Booker snapped out of his thoughts to notice that the new girl had made her way over to their table with a slice of pie.
"Hi you must be new to the testing facility," he flashed what he hoped was a winning smile, "If you need any help learning the ropes the Cuddlepuffs and I have been working here for a decent chunk of time now."
He frowned as the sentence left his mouth, "I know its not the most...badass team name but we were new here once upon a time and the names people give you tend to stick."
"So you have generation one for giving us that moniker," he paused, "God rest their souls."
Ginger was delighted to see Sharlot dig in, her mouth and chin dripping red from the cherry filling.
"Well," Ginger looked around at everyone and continued, "I don't think we're too busy to play with you, kid. I've got an idea..."
Ginger reached into her back pocket removing the bat and placing it on the table out of the way.
She dug around in her pockets for a moment and found what she was looking for. Taking a pen from her other pocket she smiled at Sharlot and began scribbling something down. When she was finished she held it up and satisfied turned it around for everyone to see.
"Have you ever played Hangman, Sharlot? I'm sure everyone else can help you."
Post by Morgan "Mo" Weber on Jan 29, 2016 21:55:08 GMT
Mo had entered the cafeteria with an energy bar in hand---but this simply wasn't going to do. He'd have to load up on some other food later, food that was maybe not exactly within shouting distance of his nutrition plan. But then again, fuck your diet plans. Shrugging, he stuffed half of it in his face before he heard a commotion on the other end. Being a nosy little fuck, he wandered over before hearing some words being thrown around. "Oh damn, it's going down...oh. How's it hanging?" He asked Sharlot as he sat down at the table with the others. He didn't want to scare the small child among the group of athletes, it wasn't cool. Raising an eyebrow, he looked over the group and smirked.
"Well now, who's part of the unfortunate lot that has to play against me?"
Walltur: Mmk, I can see that now
Mar 17, 2016 15:19:37 GMT
Vester Lombard: Beating a seeker in the 4th is pretty huge. Each IP is essentially erasing the effect of one of their successful searches.
Mar 17, 2016 16:28:34 GMT
Quinn Starling: Yeah, I would have hit Ginger more if I thought she'd rest up or if you'd heal her. But I figured that you guys would maybe leave her at 2 since that was her max, especially since we decided to stay inujurred, too Lol
Mar 17, 2016 16:36:34 GMT
Quinn Starling: We planned back between periods 2-3 to consider staying injured if we got to -3 again, to waste any coming beatings. If you aim for low DCs, have enough skill to make up for the IP, AND get lucky, it's sometimes worth it to keep the damage & keep rolling
Mar 17, 2016 17:34:53 GMT
Vester Lombard: I think in the 2nd period you definitely have to rest. 3rd period, maybe, pending your team strategy. 4th period, probably not.
Mar 17, 2016 21:14:43 GMT
Sprye Tatel: In the interest of not adding a new post each day to the Space Debate threads, would we be interested in sharing ideas via Google Docs? tinyurl.com/zlk8sb3
Mar 21, 2016 5:01:20 GMT
Quinn Starling: I'm in favor of death penalty for illegal pretty floral bonnets. I think that needs to be an argument that happens Lol
Mar 21, 2016 13:54:41 GMT
Walltur: Pro, but under the argument that all viewers of the bonnet be executed, rather than the wearer. Deadly illegal bonnets
Mar 22, 2016 4:16:02 GMT
Quinn Starling: Depends on how pretty. We'd need a numerical rating scale, to start. Any bonnet rated 6 or over (by 2/3 vote of galactic council) is determined "pretty" and a single flower may be defined as "floral." Any fixture worn upon the head may serve as "bonnet."
Mar 22, 2016 15:54:13 GMT
Quinn Starling: (that's on a scale of 1-10) And I'd be against death penalty for illegal ones (unregistered, obtained illegally, etc.) Jail sentencing and community work are appropriate, but not death penalty. Too extreme.
Mar 22, 2016 15:56:18 GMT
Vester Lombard: While I am against the death penalty for pretty floral bonnets, I do think that all people who have encountered the bonnet should have their brains slightly melted. I think this would both save lives and prevent any risk of spreading that fashion
Mar 22, 2016 16:25:34 GMT
Sprye Tatel: Again with the slightly-melting brains proposal? Seems very convenient for the Muppet-race; who can re-grow/stuff brain cells! Whose pocket are you in? Who is pulling your strings!?
Mar 22, 2016 17:16:41 GMT
Sprye Tatel: I say that the punishment should fit the crime: The penalty for Pretty Floral Bonnet's (PFB's) should be death by PFB!
Mar 22, 2016 17:19:46 GMT
Quinn Starling: I have found my people. This is where I belong <3
Mar 22, 2016 23:08:03 GMT
Walltur: Any games coming down the pipe? Online practice game of Cornucopia?
Apr 6, 2016 15:19:22 GMT
Vester Lombard: If you guys want we could try doing some online Galactic Debate. It would lose a bit of the spontaneous improv element when played on the forum, but maybe it could at least help figure out which cards are fun or boring.
Apr 11, 2016 16:36:36 GMT
Quinn Starling: We could schedule a "live" session and either skype or have the speaker type up their response within a certain time frame. So, speaker says they're free at 9pm. At 8:55 they're given their topic, then they have from 9:00-9:05 to type up their platform...?
Apr 11, 2016 17:53:36 GMT