Season 2, Episode 2. Food

[blue_shields]

This is so extraordinarily unhealthy...

[A pause as Sky fights over his pen with a certain someone, then his writing resumes]

...but for some reason, I don't really care.

Bridge and I have parked ourselves in the Wilderness if anyone gets tired of fighting with their chair and would like to join us. We'll be there in-between work shifts. Look for the table with the guy in blue sneakers pigging out, the guy with the red argyle sweater trying not to barf by watching him, and the wheezily-laughing robot dog.

[[OOC: The purpose of this post is mainly to have quicklogs~ If anyone wants to interact with Sky and/or Bridge, let's quicklog! Please indicate a rough time of your character(s) visiting in the subject line, and whether you'd like to talk to both Sky and Bridge or just one of them.]]

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QUICKLOG GETTO

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Bridge is casually leaning back against a table, sipping at a mug of hot chocolate and waiting for Fred. Sky is nowhere to be seen, having had to go to work a short time ago, but Logan is there, thumping his tail and mooing his approval.]

QUICKLOG YAY

[burnt_orangesky]

[Fred had come down to the Wilderness almost immediately after writing her last reply to Bridge, but she had taken her time about finding the coffee bar. She walked down the rows of food idly, taking her time, looking at the bounty. It was almost sickening how much food there was, really, after the shortage they had been suffering... but Fred didn't eat anything just yet. She was trying to see if there was anything she recognized, anything that seemed like it was not from Earth.

Of course, one small flaw in her plan... she suddenly realized that she really couldn't tell if something was from Earth or not. But nothing in particular jumped out at her as being special or different in the way that rang bells in the back of her mind, so she moved on.

She saw a man leaning back against a table in a sort of little cafe area. This must be the coffee bar. She walked up to him with a smile.]

Hullo, are you Bridge? I don't believe we have met in person before now; it is very nice to meet you at last.

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

If you're Fred, then I'm Bridge! But even if you're not Fred I'd still be Bridge because whoever you are doesn't change who I am, really.

[He grins and steps forward to meet her. Logan gives a curious mew and also trots up to Fred, peering up at her.]

Great to see you, too! It's nice to put a face to a name and all. Awesome place down here, isn't it? I'm full for now, but there's always dinnertime. And dessert. And a late-night snack.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Fred nods] Yes, that would be me... but that is very true, in any case.

[Her attention is caught by Logan's mew, and she looks down. One eyebrow goes up slowly, and she bends down to take a closer look at the dog.]

Well. Aren't you an interesting fellow? [She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to rub his head--an action that seems very familiar, though she couldn't say why.] What's your name, boy?

[She looks up at Bridge.] Can he speak?

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Bridge grins proudly as she examines Logan, who whinnies his approval and nuzzles into the headrub.]

He can't talk, but he makes just about any other kind of animal noise you can think of. Occasionally he even sounds like a dog like he's supposed to. His name is Logan Sparky McRuffles the Second, and I built him myself!

[burnt_orangesky]

[Fred laughs.] When installing a robot brain, always be sure that arrow 'A' is pointing to the front. [She pauses, puzzled by her own words.] Erm, I'm not sure where that came from, actually. Sorry. And it is very nice to meet you, Logan Sparky McRuffles the Second.

[She rises to her feet again, brushing absently at her trousers.] Anyway, to answer your question... yes, this place is rather 'awesome'. This is the first time I have been down here since the shift and I have not really had the time to look around properly yet, but this abundance of food seems like a bit of a miracle.

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Bridge tilts his head at that, confused.]

Arrow A, huh... I'm not sure I saw anything like that, but I'll be sure to look next time I'm giving him a tune-up. [Logan baas and tilts his head, displaying a heart on his screen.] Oh, good, that means that he likes you!

[He then sets down his hot chocolate and claps his hands.]

I haven't been around the whole thing yet, but- there's anything you could ever imagine. I've been working on junk food, mostly... I know it's bad for me and I'll probably have a heck of a stomachache tomorrow, but after rations, this feels like Heaven.

[burnt_orangesky]

[Fred shrugs, smiling. She honestly has no idea where those words came from, they just seemed to come out when she was confronted with a malfunctioning robot dog. Even if he was a friendly malfunctioning robot dog.] Well, I quite like him, too.

[She leans over slightly to pat Logan's head again.] Ah, speaking of Heaven, Dash said I had to try some of its mana. Something called... 'tacos'? He also mentioned 'chow mein', but the tacos seemed most important.

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm really proud of him; he can get up to mischief on occasion, but he's mostly a good dog. ... except when he eats Aurora's sweaters or Rabbit's coffee...

[He then chuckles.]

Tacos. Dash would encourage you to try some of them if you haven't had any before... Right this way, then. I won't indulge myself, but I can certainly show you where they are!

[He starts leading Fred over to where the tacos are. And oh, are there tacos of every sort imaginable.]

[burnt_orangesky]

[She grins at that.] He eats things? Why? Surely he doesn't need to ingest nutrition, not that sweaters are very nutritional... [Fred looks back down at Logan thoughtfully.] It is quite interesting that he can eat at all, actually.

[She follows after him as he leads her to the tacos, where she looks at the sheer number of different tacos with a sort of stunned amazement. Picking one up carefully, she examines it.]

Quite the selection, isn't there? Erm... how does one go about eating this food, with one's fingers?

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Bridge sighs and looks down at Logan, who has seated himself nearby, looking innocent.]

That's a good question. I don't know HOW he does it, either, except if it somehow ends up in his internal compartment... I really think he just likes being mischievious. So far he hasn't done any real harm, thankfully.

Oh... well, I said I wasn't going to have any, but showing you how to eat them couldn't hurt.

[He shrugs and then grins, seizing a taco in one leather-gloved hand and taking a huge bite from it, making sure he swallows before speaking. A bit of filling dribbles onto his blue t-shirt.]

Just like that. They can get kinda messy, but they taste soooo good.

...he's gonna have SUCH a stomachache XD

[burnt_orangesky]

How very mysterious.

[She watches him bite into the taco, then tentatively bites into her own. The expression on her face as she chews could probably be described as 'priceless'. She eats the rest of it very quickly, but neatly.]

Dash was quite correct, these are delicious.

Among other things, yes :D

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and unfortunately, there aren't any obedience classes for dogs in the Sphere. Not that I know such a thing would work in the first place, but there you go.

[He smiles at Fred's reaction. Logan gives a wheezy chuckle and thumps his tail.]

There was a reason he was encouraging everyone who'd never had one to come try them, yup.

Poor Bridge XD /gives antacid

[burnt_orangesky]

Perhaps there is some sort of glitch in his programing...? Something to consider, anyway.

[She takes another taco--a different sort this time--and bites into it, eating it more slowly this time.]

Before I eat my fill of tacos, is there anything else in particular I should try?