Brunch Time! (scribus1000, et al)
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				Title: <strong>Brunch Time! (scribus1000, et al)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 12:16:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images.eurogamer.net/articles/a/7/6/5/7/3/8/wet300.jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rubi Malone<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Fahrenheit, mid-morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Idling, cooking, coffee<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br>The coffee went down with a stinging burn, left a noteworthy aftertaste that Rubi was, long by now, used to. Used to the sometimes jittery feeling that'd come later. Headaches, too--given how much she had had to deal with thus far in this ragtag team of fuckups. Herself included, for somehow allowing herself to get enlisted without some way of getting paid. She'd had to make her own deals, cut a few corners to keep the kind of lifestyle that, like her coffee, she was already tuned to. Making regular visits to Los Santos and taking on a few jobs there. <br><br>She was also supplying weapons for a few explorers--oh sorry, <em>Spelunkers</em> was what they preferred to be called--to help raise their chances of getting through the vicious hazards of the underground caverns they frequented. Success--she'd get a cut of their haul, after the raw product itself got sold off. Failure--she wouldn't see any cash or the guns she'd loaned them. Risky, but it had paid off well a few times, and that had been enough to convince her to stay persistent. In spite of the bizarre things she had heard about going on down there. Yetis, that could throw a grown man 30 feet? Living in ice caves at who-knows-what depth alongside <em>aliens</em>? Even in another game homeworld, there was only so much she could believe without seeing for herself.<br><br>All she believed right now, though, was her hunger. <br><br>Rubi had been fumbling about in her quarters. She'd gotten enough space for a desk to house guns that she could disassemble, and she had resolved to cleaning and putting together a favorite rifle of hers. Now she was regretting it, listening to her stomach growl loudly. "Fuck it." Finish it later. Grab something to eat and come back, or at least that was the plan. During her work, Rubi would have preferred dining and then getting right back into it. She trod her way through the ship barefoot, not caring much about cold metal flooring. The jacket, flask, and all of her gear including the harness, was all left behind, and she was, for once, without a gun--although her signature sword still hung in its slung perch on her back. And with a flicker of will, that segment of green latticed code could be put to work if she needed it. All she wore was a pair of shorts and a sleeveless, rather short shirt giving away some midriff. A rare sight for someone usually armed to the teeth; under all the weaponry, it had never been clear how many curves there actually were to her.<br><br>No one was present in the Lounge Hall. Good for her. She went for the fridge, did a quick cursory search-through, and found exactly....nothing. Nothing worth noting. There were ingredients, yes, but nothing that was cooked already. Did everyone just go out to eat all the time? Christ. "Shit," she breathed the word quietly. Shot a glance over at the door, then the rest of the room as if it might provide an answer, or somehow give her an out. No such thing presented itself. She didn't trust machines to feed her (even if she could manipulate them a bit!), and as far as she knew, the people who could cook well were nowhere nearby. There was a stew in there--but it looked like it came out of someone's ass.<br><br>Rubi would have to cook a meal, herself.<br><br>All fucking right, then. She let her stomach growl one more time before she finally resolved to do it. Eyes narrowing, she peered up at the ceiling with a flickering glow in her irises--SHODAN's power at work. Communicating without speaking with the machines in the room, in a language that didn't <em>quite</em> involve words. For all that she "discussed", it only took mere seconds. All at once, there was a bustle of activity as automated machines in the kitchen began distributing and preparing the things she had asked for. The stove igniting and switching on; egg carton set out; milk, sliced bread still bagged, sausage, fruit, potentially more items as she thought of them and relayed an order. Tech powers sure had their perks...for one, she didn't have to get off her lazy ass to go find remotes anymore. She eyed the huge flat-screen in the lounge, and it flicked to another channel in response.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later, and a mixture of pleasant scents wafted down Fahrenheit corridors. The normally hard-assed gunslinger could actually be seen at ease, shifting something around in the kitchen by herself. A persistent sizzling filled the room as she worked. The TV was running some prerecorded film she wasn't paying attention to.<br><br>It was a little past breakfast time, wasn't it? But then, who the hell cared?
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				Title: <strong>Re: GPaW (Side Scene): Brunch Time! (scribus1000, et al)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aorangi3</strong> on <strong>07-06-2015, 04:44:08</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROlBnX6nMV2Zhj18UyRgb36ywxLef34fdJ6OwXeb266kCaQsNTEw)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Link<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Fahrenheit, mid-morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rubi<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Working, dreams... The possibility of bacon<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br>Link, who had been working very late into the night, crashed at the nearest location near the grocery store that in which he had previously the night before worked. His thoughts for the day and many to come were of the sleek new design of the cell phone. Back when Baiken showed her cellphone to him during their interaction in the Citadel. What a useful tool it would be! The ability to always communicate with one's friends and generate conversation by pressing just a few buttons, he simply could not wait for the bonus feature of...instant messaging (oooooo). The salesperson who he talked to before waved it around and showed the feature to Link like a magician performing in Los Vegas and Link was enraptured, instilling the desire to purchase it. He immediately went around New York to find a mode of employment that would help pay for the cellular device. He was not used to the paying over-time format however, and went looking for more various jobs to accommodate such a legendary item. <br><br>And so after work he went to the nearest place his weary body knew to be, and that was the Fahrenheit ship. It was too far to his small living quarters and the land lady would not take kindly to seeing him coming so late. So he found a quiet spot near a pink pillow that was just sitting there so comfortably and smacked his head to the comforting blob that he then rested upon. His dreams coming full circle as he would walk everywhere with the cellphone, which had sprouted legs and mouthpiece formed a heart piece. The cellphone had the ability speak to each and every one of his friends on his whim, even the ones that he no longer saw in Hyrule. His mind blissfully going to a peaceful time with a miraculous invention...<br><br>Then as the wee hours of the night passed they turned to morning, his head still resting comfortably on the pink blob, he awoke a little because of the mass of drool that whetted his cheek. Link would open one eye-lid to take in his surroundings and then dozed back, wondering if his dream would come to him again in his happy slumber. Most of his Kokiri childhood spent sleeping in the quest of happy dreams, the sounds of the forest would protect his subconscious as he merrily slept. But now he would allow some attention to his surroundings before dozing for a time.<br><br>Then the smell hit him, his stomach, which did not receive sustenance awoke with a growl and Link's weary head arose with the tantalizing scent permeating throughout the halls. When his head rose, and audible sucking sound would portray from the pink pillow. Too sleepy to take notice of what the pink pillow actually was, Link would rise his limbs and streeeetch. The tiredness of working yesterday being alleviated in one long yawn. He began walking towards the scent that caressed him like a lover and all but walked into the walls that stopped him. Until he bounced into the Fahrenheit kitchen to see the rude woman he met in the Dojo by the name of Rubi. <br><br>While Rubi's mouth was certainly venomous, Link knew the truth of the facade barriers that she set up around her. Her mouth was her primary weapon for her internal reservoir of emotions. He felt a little guilty about gazing upon her with the Lens of Truth before, but Link wanted to know whom he was working with in the future. Link settled near the counter to gaze upon the feast before him, but would not touch it. It would be rude and Link did not want to upset Rubi so early in the morning (for him). He would only pitifully watch as she made her brunch with a little bit of drool, he would give a gentle smile and nod in her direction if she paid him any mind. His stomach would growl as he withheld his morning urge to eat... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GPaW (Side Scene): Brunch Time! (scribus1000, et al)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-06-2015, 21:06:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre05.deviantart.net/fbad/th/pre/f/2014/131/2/4/infamous_second_son__delsin_rowe_by_redtizer-d7i1u3b.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Delsin Rowe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fahrenheit, Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rubi, Link<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Wake n' Bake, getting brunch<br><hr><br>His mind had been going here and there for several reasons that he was finally realizing were pointless to worry over. Fuck it, he couldn't change anything and wouldn't make the effort to try as it wasn't worth his time or energy. He was just going to go back to enjoying life and taking the fight to the Legion, putting the hurt to them until eventually this war was done. Pretty simple plan, and he did those well. And since he was taking things back to basics, he figured he could have a fun night alone by well, smoking a lot and watching funny videos.<br><br>&nbsp;That's exactly what he did, and by the time he fell asleep, he was so high when he woke up several hours later to the smell of delicious wafting into his room, he was still pleasantly buzzed. But pleasantly wasn't good enough. "Hnnngwhere'sthefood," came a drowsy mumble as his eyes opened and he looked around his empty room. Rolling over, he looked on his bed stand and saw a small brown cylinder. "Come to daddy." Sitting up, he grabbed the blunt, rolled out of bed and fell into a really comfy chair he'd made. He lit the tip with his finger and took a deep inhale. Best bud money could buy, and since he was already inebriated, this only boosted his levels.<br><br>&nbsp;He wanted to save some for later though, so when he'd smoked half, he snuffed it out and tucked it behind his ear. Standing up, he ruffled his hair to how he liked it, put on his beanie and walked out into the hall shirtless and still in his boxers. He was about ten feet away from his room when he realized his state of undress. Sighing he waved his hand and digitized sweatpants. That was as much effort as he was willing to put into it, and when he entered the Lounge, he nodded slowly at the only others there, Link and Rubi. <br><br>Walking over to the food, he got a piece of toast and bit into it. "Morning you two." Finding a seat near the food, he quickly gobbled down the toast. He was always hungry in the morning, but now that he was high that'd of course be boosted. "Rubi, didn't know you could cook. It smells delicious. But I gotta ask a serious question...can I have <em>more</em>? Pwease?" He waved his piece of toast before crunching into more of it. He figured a piece of crispy bread was no big deal, but he didn't know if Rubi cooked for everyone or just had an insanely high metabolism and a love for food.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brunch Time! (scribus1000, et al)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2015, 09:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/300/1/8/aversa_by_lithety-d84c5v3.png)</div><strong>Location:</strong> Farenheit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Fallen, Link, Deslin, Rubi, Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Wake up and smell some meat<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Double meanings<br><hr><br>Aversa stirred in her sleep as a bit of a heavenly smell wafted to her nose.&nbsp; The smell of breakfast being cooked was plenty enough for the sorceress to wake up, getting a bit of a stretch and a yawn...well, as much of a stretch as she could get with her boyfriend's arms around her anyway.&nbsp; The night before had been....well, a bit of a blur.&nbsp; She remembered drinking with Fallen in his room, and not a whole lot after that.&nbsp; She was pretty sure that they had some measure of fun, at the very least, before passing out in each other's arms.&nbsp; After all, the bottle of alcohol that was nearby -was- rather empty, she noted now that her eyes were open.&nbsp; Thankfully, no really bad hangover for her.&nbsp; Not this time, at least.<br><br>As she started waking up a bit more fully, the full force of how wonderful the smell of breakfast was hitting her more.&nbsp; Smiling a little, she shook Fallen's shoulder a little.&nbsp; "Hey....wake up, Fallen.&nbsp; I think someone's cooking food.&nbsp; Quite a bit of it, by the smell of things....I don't know about you, but I'm feeling hungry.&nbsp; Why don't we go take a peek at what's going on?"&nbsp; With a small kiss on the lips if she had woken him, she pulled away to get dressed for the day, changing out of what she had been wearing and putting on...something that was surprisingly modest for her, since he had yet to replace the dress he had torn.&nbsp; She hadn't worn this particular outfit since she tried living as a villager, and it was a rather plain outfit indeed.&nbsp; Just a relatively simple top and a brown skirt that went, amazingly, nearly down to her ankles.&nbsp; Really, it was mainly the only functioning clothes she herself owned at this point.&nbsp; After putting her hair into a ponytail, she glanced over at Fallen to see if he had gotten ready as well.<br><br>Whenever he was up and ready, the two of them started heading towards the kitchen, seeking out the source of that wonderful smell.&nbsp; It was surprising to Aversa to see that two others had also already gathered, but moreso that it was Rubi doing the cooking.&nbsp; She hadn't yet interacted with the woman too much yet, but she had heard a few things.&nbsp; Still, she smiled and nodded a greeting to those present.&nbsp; "Good morning, Link, Deslin....Rubi.&nbsp; It's good to see you all...and Rubi, this is a pleasant surprise, I didn't know you could cook.&nbsp; This smells absolutely delightful.&nbsp; I admit, my mouth was watering for a taste from the instant I smelled it.&nbsp; Are you by chance preparing enough to go around for everyone to eat, and might there be something I could maybe help with?"&nbsp; In honesty, it was probably best to not let Aversa handle the electronics...though her offer to help out was at least sincere.
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