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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 20:01:30 GMT
"That's the competition Quinny," Booker volunteered following her gaze, "Don't know much about her because she's a bit newer than us. Might even be her first test."
"Oh, I think she can hear us." he said turning his gaze back to Quinn, "but then knowing you ya really don't care..."
Booker picked up his empty tray, "Well, I'm full and we should probably gather some information on the competition."
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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.
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 20:10:06 GMT
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.
"Afternoon."
Seeing Booker take his cleared tray, Walltur waved to him, leaving the logistics to his team captain.
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 20:14:33 GMT
"I mean its not like I have anywhere else to go Quinn," he replied.
Booker looked around the room, "Its a bit quiet in here and I'm getting a little bored."
"What can we do to the pass the time?" he added with a slight yawn.
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Post by Sharlot Lombard on Jan 29, 2016 20:30:23 GMT
A small 8 year old girl wandered into the cafeteria. Daddy was being boring with all his rulebook writing.
"We could play a game!" she said cheerfully. "I love games!"
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 20:49:54 GMT
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.
"Cake?"
After considering the little girl's words, he looked up at his team captain, who had posed a questions earlier.
"Game?"
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 20:59:29 GMT
"Hey Sharlot," Booker said smiling and bending at the knees to get to eye level with the little girl, "Is your dad buried in paperwork and schematics again?"
She could be a little annoying sometimes but Sharlot was a sweet girl and it was always a good idea to be friendly with your boss's kid....
Booker looked up at Walltur, "Yes Wallter. A game. Good listening skills!"
"He really is the best friend a guy could ask for," Booker thought to himself as he shot his friend a smile. "Plus I wouldn't want to get on his bad side," he thought considering his pals size.
Turning back to Sharlot he continued, "Someday you're gonna be just like your dad." He smiled, "but much cuter."
"What would you like to play?" he asked Sharlot standing back up to full height.
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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."
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 21:10:49 GMT
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."
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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.
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!"
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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."
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 21:40:59 GMT
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."
"Ready?"
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 21:50:26 GMT
Ginger almost hadn't noticed Booker speaking to her in her excitement over Sharlot.
"Salutations, Captain... Cuddepluff. I'm new here, sure. But I imagine none of us are total rookies."
She tossed a fork at him playfully. "Think fast, handsome." she thought to herself.
"There's plenty."
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Post by Sharlot Lombard on Jan 29, 2016 21:51:05 GMT
"C!" Sharlot said excitedly.
"Oh, If you see my Dad, tell him I'm not here because I told him I would stop bothering the lab rats. But I like you guys! You're funny!"
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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?"
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