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Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cereel! Ell keends!

-Cheeckee Tenders

-Tumetu Suoop

-Sneeckerduudles

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[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

Jessica didn't have class for some time yet so she had taken a book to the cafeteria and decided she could eat and read and relax. At the counter, Jessica smiles and gives a big wave to the chef. "Good afternoon! My my, what a lovely spread you have here..."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia hits the cafeteria some time after shop class (and after scrubbing her hands to get rid of the duct tape residue). She's got a need for people, and figures if she can stake out her corner early, she can hang out for awhile and let life happen around her, the way it used to on the streets of Buenos Aires.

She gets some "Cheekee tenders" and some "Tumetu Suoop", carries it over to a corner, and settles in.

This means sprawling out on her back with her legs propped against the wall, classical music blasting over her headphones around her neck, a book of French poetry clasped in one hand. The other hand holds a tender, occasionally dunking it in soup and bringing it to her mouth to munch on.

Is the position comfortable? It's not a feather bed, but it suits her for now.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty comes by and waves at Nadia.

"Hey Nadia. How are classes going?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia waves back, choosing to use the hand holding the tender, and consequently sends a few droplets of soup into the air. "Eh," she says, "they're okay. How's the plan to escalate the floor conflict going?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty scoots back to avoid the soup droplets. "Plans? Who says I have any plans?" Marty says with a small smile.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia fakes an American accent badly. "'This means war!'" She takes a bite of her tender. "That's what you said, isn't it?"

[ooc: bouncing back and forth between my desk and the warehouse, so responses will be slow]

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Anyone who has any plans that may result in my having to deal with Nadia's cat had better warn me. That's all I'm saying."

Walter drops into a seat and nods to Marty. "Walter Dornez. I don't think we've met yet."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter arrived at a time when his usual partners in crime and his boyfriend were not hanging out and chatting because his mun is having trouble keeping timelines straight? surely not and loads his tray with some of everything, including a large quantity of Sneeckerduudles - even more than his prodigious appetite is likely to handle.

"Nadia. How's your cat?"

Yes, he does still look like a particularly angry rose bush crept into bed with him, and the bruise in the middle of his forehead is starting to turn some very interesting colors.

[nadiathesaint]

"Walter." Nadia replies. "Furball is doing just fine, now that no one is using him as a kitty shield."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Good," he answers without conviction. He looks her over and grins. "Why do you have duct tape residue on your clothes?" He points to a couple of silver adhesive strands on her cuff. "Not doing anything I would do are you?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip walked into the lunch room and took a look at the menu. As he spooned himself out a hearty bowl of tumetu suoop, something struck him. Something to do with the Principal's favorite type of cookie...

This may be useful information later.

Sitting down with his cheeckee tenders and his tumetu suoop, he pulls out a large weapons catalog and starts to flip through while eating.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

After having one of the most interesting conversations with Jake, Victor hightailed it to lunch. He grabbed some cheeckee tenders, sneeckerduudles, and a small boy of Honey Nut Cheerios and went to get a place to sit.

"Pip" he called, smiling as he saw a familiar face.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi grabed some Cheeckee Tenders with honey for dipping and a small cup of Tumetu Suoop ... and a Sneeckerduudle.

"Hey guys." She said as she walked up, "May I join you or is this Man-Lunch-Time?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind, Pippi. Oh, and congratulations, by the way!" he added, trying to be happy for his friend.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip wave to Victor. "C'mon over and sit down, mon ami. What's up?"

[[OOC: Sorry. Class followed by lunch followed by class.]]

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: No prob. I go to school as well. Fortunately, for computers, so that's why I have more time to be online than many others. :)]

"Not too much. I had a good morning, a fun math class, and just about embarrassed the shit out of myself just now. You?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shrugged. "Not much. Had the math class with those annoying puzzles. Watched TV for a while afterwards. So far an uneventful day. What happened that you embarassed the shit out of yourself?"

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward looks warily at the food, but, as of yet this semester nothing has happened to him or anyone else (that he knows of), so he takes some chicken tenders and tomato soup. He plops down and starts to plot something.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders comes in after Classics and a free period and takes a seat near Ed, his tray piled with chicken tenders and soup, plus a healthy helping of snickerdoodles. (He's blissfully unaware of any scary connotations that snickerdoodles have around this campus.) "Hey, Elric, how ya been, dude?"

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward grins over at Anders, already halfway through his plate of chicken. "Well, I'm as whole as I usually am, so that's always a good start."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders nods and polishes off a chicken tender in one bite. "Around here? That's definitely a good start. Haven't seen you in a while. You ever figure out what went on with all that time you were missing?"

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

Cordy stopped by the cafeteria at lunch and warily picked up some "cheeckee tenders" and "tumetu soup".

She sat down at a table by herself and eyed the contents cautiously before digging in.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Anyone sitting here?" Lee asks with a grin, pointing to the seat across from Cordy.

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Cordy says, smiling at Lee.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee sits down with his bowl of soup and a couple of cookies. "How are things with you, Cordelia? Classes good? Haven't seen you since the party."