Lunch: 1/30/06

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The happy humming from the kitchen today might be interspersed with occasional worrisome chuckles. Today's menu is written in neat block letters:

- Fettucine Alfredo (with chicken and/or broccoli)

- Steamed Carrots

- Roast Beast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding

- Pad Thai

- Minestrone

Dessert:
- Lemon Sherbet

- Snow Cones

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John grabs some minestrone and takes a seat at a table. Carefully, he pulls out a pad of paper and begins doodling absently.

Valetine's Day looms. What to get, what to get...

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack comes in, grabs some roast beast, and sees Jack. "Hey!" He grins and asks, deadpan, "Do anything interesting this weekend?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" At the second part of Jack's question, John kinda boggles. "Um, besides the snow monsters? Nope. You?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack cocks an eyebrow. "Snow monsters? No, really?" He sits down. "I just hope the chef doesn't realize I'm the one who's responsible for the sudden lack of oil in the kitchen. Otherwise, it might be fillet of Jack on the menu tomorrow."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Why John's relieve that Jack took the oil and didn't already have it in his posession is something he doesn't wanna think about.

"Fillet of Jack might taste good," John says absently.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

This was more fun that food any day. Jack shoves his plate away and grins at John. "Why, Crichton, I had no idea you wanted to... taste me."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"What?" John finally realizes what he's just said and turns a very bright shade of red. "Wait, I didn't mean that like it sounded. I mean...maybe, you, uh...look a snow monster!"

And John points to somewhere near the door.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. Snow monsters generally don't come into hot, steamy places. You know, like a cafeteria. And, apparently, your secret imaginations. Tell me more."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John's still blushing. Nice.

"Just because I've seen you naked," John says, shaking his head, "doesn't mean I dream or have ever dreamt about you!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"So what am I doing in these dreams?" Jack asks, thinking that maybe he should have taken the Jung class this semester.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica decides to stop by the cafeteria for lunch. She's not exactly in the best of moods, given her morning.

She grabs some chicken fettucini with broccoli and a dessert and then spots Crichton. Remembering what he said about her on the radio, she goes over and sits across from him, a smile on her face.

"I haven't seen you in ages," she greets him. Her expression is cheerful, but there is an undertone of something malicious in her voice.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, being an idiot oblivious sort, smiles back.

"Schedule's kinda weird this semester," John says, nodding. "Hard to get out in public. How're you?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm wonderful," she says, the sarcasm more apparent in this statement. "By the way, your radio broadcast was fascinating."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John pauses from eating his minestrone when he hears the tone of voice change.

"Oh. Yeah?" His eyes begin scanning for the nearest exit. Maybe she'll believe there's a snow monster behind her. "Thanks?"

Oh, what a stupid thing to say.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I'm thinking next week, I'll go for three guys in one night, spice things up a bit. You free?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John chokes on his soup.

"Oh, uh, that." He blinks a few times. "I suppose saying I was just kidding around to get a few laughs wouldn't work, huh?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

She raises an eyebrow. "Not really. However, a promise that you'll never say anything like that again would go a long way to me not asking one of the two guys in question to talk to you."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Right." John coughs and clears his throat. "I promise. I'll break the Magic 8 Ball as soon as I get back to my room and I'll be more careful."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

As Pip stops by to sit with Victor and Walter, he sees Veronica and taps her on the shoulder. "Hey, did you get my message?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

She turns and smiles at Pip. "No, what's up?"

[ooc: ack, no comment notifications at work!]

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip held up his arm, which was resting in a sling. "Messed up my arm fighting off killer mutant snow goons. It'll be fine in about a week, but until then I'm not doing much in the way of hand-to-hand combat. I'd say that I could just teach you firearms, but you said you didn't want to learn firearms. We could just do a verbal lesson on basic self-defense if you like until my arm's better again."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica winces when she sees his arm. "Ouch, that sucks. We can wait until you're healed up to start. I think I probably need more of the hands on experience. But I'm working tomorrow night, if you want to stop by, I'll buy you a drink."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nods. "I figured as much. Just throwing the idea out there. But if you're going to offer me a free drink, I'd be idiotic to say no. Did you make it out alright during the attack, by the way?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica has the decency to look embarrassed. "I stayed in the dorms the whole time," she admits. "I'm not much of a fighter."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip smiled. "Well, that's what I'm supposed to be changing, isn't it? Don't worry about it. Not everyone can fight. And considering that just about everyone who did fight got hurt somehow, it's probably best that you weren't there."