2 - Audio & Commentlog

[salamandher]

[Upon the advice of her fellow passengers, Kara has found the object of her heart's desire. Is it a way off the boat? Someone from her homeworld?

... Nope. It's the buffet.

It takes her a little while to really understand that it's free, and once that happens, it's a free-for-all. She takes the first seat she can find, and plops both herself, and her plate down. There's a good bit of food there, possibly enough for a person and a half.

Somewhere in between stuffing her face, she clicks on the comm.]

Give this place one point. It knows how to feed a lady.

[And with that, she's back to work.]

Comments

[In person?]

[paranoidpatriot.livejournal.com]

[Jet smirks at seeing the diner's rather 'healthy' appetite. Ohh he's been there, heck he still was really. It had taken a lot of pride and control not to overeat his first time he came to the buffet.]

"You got that right~"

[Now, rather than stuff his face all at once, he's actually been hoarding it- afraid this no-way-its-all-free deal would suddenly vanish without warning- and that's what he can presently be seen doing, discretely making off with a small loaf of bread under his arm while he walks past]

"I take it food wasn't too easy to come by in your home, either?"

[Action~]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She raises an eyebrow, watching the stranger. While watching him, she pointedly crams another forkfull of food in her mouth. What she's trying to prove, she doesn't really know, or care.]

Only if you didn't have the cash for it.

[It's a flippant response. She flicks her eyes up and down him.]

Nice outfit.

[Action~] Sorry for lateness, you can drop this is you need

[paranoidpatriot.livejournal.com]

"Thanks~"

[Jet just grins and shrugs in response. He gave up his shame a long time ago, though one might question if he ever had it before he first crossed paths with the Fire Nation]

"You could say 'I didn't have the cash for that' as well."

[Food had always been easier to come by than clothes. Leaning idly against the wall, Jet returned a stalk of wheat to his teeth]

"So when did you arrive here?"

[Action~] fff it's fine~!

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Kara shakes her head, rolling her eyes, and making no effort to hide the expression.]

Clearly. Thrift-store basement best? Or... clearance rack?

[She shrugs. Food is way more interesting.]

Days ago, probably. Wasn't paying much attention.

[Action~] ^_^ Thanks

[paranoidpatriot.livejournal.com]

[Going to go out on a limb and say those things mean discount]

"Try scrounge whatever you can off the battlefield~"

[Jet gives another airy shrug in agreement- food is a much more convenient topic for socializing. He helps himself to another bowl from the buffet but continues to stand while he eats.]

"Same here, can't say much for most this place, but the food is at least similar to what I know."

[Action~]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Battlefield?

[She stops, carrot halfway to her mouth, one eyebrow raised.]

... You know, people die eating standing up. They choke to death.

[Action~]

[paranoidpatriot.livejournal.com]

"Battlefield," [Jet confirms. Hey, he takes pride in being a survivor] "We have a war going on back home,"

[The Freedom Fighter pauses mid-bite to evaluate that particular bit of information and finishes the swallow by setting down his bowl at the opposite end of the stranger's table. He flashes a small crooked grin,]

"That an invitation?~"

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[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Uh... huh.

[Her skepticism is probably obvious, despite the fact she's found herself magicked onto some random boat in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, she'll live in her delusions as long as she can.]

It's a "do whatever you want so long as I don't have to bury a corpse at sea".

[Action~]

[paranoidpatriot.livejournal.com]

[Kara's skeptical viewpoint doesn't much bother the Freedom Fighter. Jet will agree that ignorance is bliss; he's just never been lucky enough to have any]

[He laughs outright at her comment. Very nice,]

"Well I can respect that,"

[With that he fully seats himself]

"I'm Jet by the way, you got a name?"

[Well, it wouldn't be the first time he met someone who needed one]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Kevas wanders into the buffet in the mood for...well he's not really sure what he's in the mood for right now. All he knows he's hungry for something that isn't liquor. Shocking but it does happen.

Once he grabs a plate he starts filling it with a little be of everything.]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She glances up briefly when the stranger enters, intending just to go back to stuffing her face...

But then she just stares. What in the hell is that.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[He has a pretty sizable pile of food on his plate when starts looking for a table. That's when he notices someone staring at him. Kevas can't say he's offended, after all he's used to it by now.]

See sometin' jah like ladymon?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[The voice makes her frown. It's familiar - especially with that accent. Kara actually puts a sandwich down to ponder this out.]

... Do I know you?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Obviously not seeing how she doesn't recognize him. Honestly Kevas' face is one of the easiest to remember on this tub. Not all that hard seeing that he's the only troll here. Fortunately for her, he recognizes her voice.

Kevas grins at her.]

So joo ended up findin' da buffet aftah all.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... I do know you.

[Her confused expression turns accusatory. Kara picks a pea up off her plate and flicks it towards the strange... man.]

How come you didn't warn a lady?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

I would t'ink so.

[Kevas moves to try and catch the pea on his plate without spilling his own food. Don't want to waste food after all.]

Warn jah of what? Pretty sure I gave jah plenty warnin' last time.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Not about...

[She makes a gesture towards herself. And then waves her hands around her head. She's trying to make a point. In gestures, apparently.]

... the green. Thing.

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[a-doc-not-a.livejournal.com]

[McCoy's been hounding the library the past few days after finding the most peculiar collection of medical books ever, but he's decided to take a break to grab something to eat. So he makes his way to the buffet, when he spots Kara with her mountain of food.]

Got enough food there?

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[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[It takes her a moment to place the voice, all the while glaring at the intrusion. When she does recognize him, her expression turns haughty.]

Not sure, Leonard. I guess we'll find out, won't we?

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[a-doc-not-a.livejournal.com]

[It takes only a second, and then it hits him. Oh yeah. It's you. Now he's wishing he hadn't said anything.]

In my professional opinion, you should probably stop when your stomach starts to burst, but in my personal opinion? Knock yourself out.

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[salamandher.livejournal.com]

And in my personal opinion, sitcom janitors should keep their professional opinions limited to cleaning floors.

[She picks up a roll, gnawing on it, as if just to spite him.]

I'm a growing girl, doc. Need my nutrition, thanks.

[Commentlog] Derp, icon fail.

[a-doc-not-a.livejournal.com]

[Oh, his blood's just boiling now, but he just raises an eyebrow.]

Oh, really? Well, you seem to be the expert on these things.

[He moves to the buffet line, picks up his own plate, and starts talking over his shoulder as he inspects the food choices.]

Bet the captain brought you on board for your sparkling personality.

[Commentlog] /patpat

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

I know, aren't I just?

[She leans back in her chair, watching him and debating flinging a pea at his turned back.]

Well, he sure as hell didn't bring you on for yours, so he must have needed someone.

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[a-doc-not-a.livejournal.com]

Sure, you're a real damn charmer. Must be why you have so much company.

[Not that he's really a great example considering the only people he really knows here are a recently-dead teenager and an android. But Kara doesn't have to know that.]

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[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[There's a beat where her expression darkens. Her fingers clench around a napkin... which starts to smolder before she can rein herself in.]

Maybe I just like to eat in private.