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Post by dhakael on Apr 2, 2007 11:48:19 GMT -5
"Who what where why..how!?"
-snfff-
"Hey... herbal extract mist elemental! Who knew?" ;D
*Looks at pile of clothes*
"Hmmmmm... okay..so those are still going to need cleaning. Thanx anyawys, who / whatever you are! Least my upper part smells & feels good."
Jerran gingerly gathers his clothes and carries them at arms length into his bunk area, looking for some 90% isopropyl alcohol to spray his garments with.
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Post by frostwolf on Apr 2, 2007 18:46:36 GMT -5
((ooc...sorry for late response...kid was on spring break last week so spent some time with him...then got sick))
She had stood there quietly, waching the interactions when Chaz mentioned wanting to speak with her. "Wherever and whenever," she responded, not disrespectful in the least just letting him know that whenever he was ready she would be too. To put action to words she walked over to where he was standing, waiting for him to either lead on or start speaking. "How can I be of service?"
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Post by shiivster on Apr 2, 2007 20:15:33 GMT -5
*jolanda's nose twitches as a scent wafts in her direction, and the faint flickers of energies that were dancing over her body shut off.
'ugh ... *waving the good hand in front of her face, as the eyes snap open and remain a bit foggy* 'who's being a dead carcass that is being brought up here?
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 2, 2007 20:16:10 GMT -5
Moments later, the string dangles down again. "He must have gotten the impression you thought that was fun." Windrider ignores the string, and it dances a little closer to Wes. "And good advice is a better tool than an answer out of ignorance."
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Post by dhakael on Apr 2, 2007 21:00:09 GMT -5
"Just me and my semi-sentient clothes. Nothing to worry about...yet."
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Post by shiivster on Apr 2, 2007 21:11:06 GMT -5
* she shifts and gets ready to sleep once again ... and comments quietly as the eyes close 'at least you are being more polite to the nose'
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Post by Mierin on Apr 2, 2007 22:41:06 GMT -5
Kat stays at her bunk, polishing her guns, not really have very much to do at the moment. She keeps an ear out in case someone needs her help with something.
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Post by shiivster on Apr 2, 2007 22:53:47 GMT -5
* Jolanda is shortly deep asleep. and unless actually shaken awake, won't wake up easily.
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Post by dakota on Apr 3, 2007 1:24:41 GMT -5
Chaz spoke lowly so only Justice could here him. " I'd like you to keep an eye on our guest and Wes. If he was right and the cat is Coalition, hopefully you'll pick up on it in plenty of time. If not, Wes has alot of explaining to do, starting with how he knows so much about the coalition. Either way, the pair of them could be trouble."
" Great, maybe by Houstown it will be fun." Wes sputtered and slouched in his seat.
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Several hours into their journey, everyone had been given chance to use the head's shower to freshen up and grab some rest. With no mechanic, Chaz assumed the duties since he wasn't much of a pilot, proving it by nearly clipping a stand of trees while releiving Windrider for a break. " Find us a place to set down for a while. We can't push these engines too hard until they get broken in. Besides, " he sniffed the air." Smells like supper's ready."
Wes may not have been much of a people person, but he could certainly cook. The scent of beef stew and corn bread hung heavy enough that La Mish's air handlers couldn't draw the smell away fast enough to keep it from filling the ship.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 3, 2007 9:14:49 GMT -5
Windrider does as instructed, the ship landing, and the string condiscated from Thinks I'm a Tree, to prevent further problems. As he lands, he says "Chaz, I do believe Wes has questions you need to answer for him. But I don't think he wants to ask them."
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Post by shiivster on Apr 3, 2007 15:08:54 GMT -5
* jolanda refills a certain canteen, then puts in a few drops of thick liquid in it, and then recaps it before shaking it up with the good hand. she replaces it with her pack, then her nose picks up the scent of food, and while a part of her rejoices with the thoughts of eating, the other part of her wonders when she can walk about outside and feel the wind on her face and the ground below her feet.
*she quietly joins the others downstairs in the lineup for food, and only takes half a bowl and some cornbread. balancing the bowl, she sighs as the cornbread topples towards the ground. then it stops from hitting the ground as she mutters under her breath about 'rude food' and then something else about it 'jumping to its death' .. just before it plops INTO the bowl of stew. she then finds someplace to settle and starts to eat carefully
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Post by juicer on Apr 3, 2007 21:01:54 GMT -5
The scent hung around Marty's head as he dozed in his bunk. It woke the battlecat from his sleep, his stomach growling audiably as his mouth flooded with saliva at the smell. He licked his chops. Food! It had been on his mind for hours. Though he ate rarely, when he did...
The battlecat padded into the messroom, taking his bowl and sniffing the cornbread suspiciously before deciding that it smelled good too and taking a chunk. The sight of Wes ladling the stew didn't bother him; if the big Human wanted to tussle, Marty would oblige, but he would prefer to eat first.
Or he could work up an appetite even more by fighting, perhaps? Then his stomach voiced its complaints, and he swiped his tongue over his lips and nose as he waited for his serving, purring audibly.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 4, 2007 9:44:26 GMT -5
After touching the vehicle down with grace. Cause, you know, he rocks (  ) Windrider sets everything on standby, and, picking up Thinks I'm a Tree along the way, heads to the galley for food. Once there, Thinks I'm a Tree hops off, and goes sniffing for the unused stew veggies. Finding a potato, he resumes his position next to Windrider, trying to figure out how to open it. Windrider simply, quietly, sits to eat, with a soft. "Thank-you for the food." To Wes. |
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Post by shiivster on Apr 4, 2007 12:25:22 GMT -5
*it is after much jockeying for the right spot, that Jolanda finally starts to eat her meal. the bowl is on the floor and prevented from sliding away by being nestled inside the bent leg that holds it steady. the spoon breaks up the bread and then the chunk, with some stew is eaten. if there is a table or someplace to eat, she is unaware of that just yet.
*suddenly made awareof her rudeness, she goes a darker shade as she looks up at Wes. 'i am being sorry. manners are being lost in the dirt of lonely travels. thanking you am i, for the cooking of this meal'
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Post by Mierin on Apr 4, 2007 13:21:43 GMT -5
After having gotten cleaned up and getting some sleep, Kat wakes up to the delicious smell of beef stew. Smiling, she enters the galley and dishes herself up some stew. "Thank you for making this, Wes, it smells great!" Kat grabs herself a piece of cornbread and, after finding a place to sit, starts to eat her stew quietly, enjoying the rich flavour of it.
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) Windrider sets everything on standby, and, picking up Thinks I'm a Tree along the way, heads to the galley for food.