Etiquette, Monday

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan grew a little more harried-looking every week of this class. Leaving the island was of no use, nor was avoiding places such as the Danger Shop. He had therefor bit the bullet and simply shown up to it again. He would simply have to use the Force as an umbrella if it decided to rain inside again.

There was an opulent spread laid out over a large table in the center of the room, though most of the dishes seemed... fragrant, or strangely shaped. At the head of the table sat a simulated man in blue and grey.

"Some days, one might be invited to a dinner party in a region one is not familiar with," Obi-Wan said. "Sometimes such regions have dishes you might find distasteful. We'll begin our unit on party situations simply, with a little exercise. How do you behave when such a dish presents itself? One must remain polite, yet sometimes one might be allergic to something present. Please navigate this simulation with care."

He took a step back.

Then he waited.

Just in case something would happen again.

Nothing did.

"Begin."

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...And When The Last One Sits

[saddeserthermit]

As soon as the last student sat down, something changed. The food began to move more than it previously did. Then it grew exponentially in size.

Congratulations! You've met the elusive Alot of Food!

... many of them. There are many Alots of Food. And now they're causing an enormous ruckus on and off the dinner table.

Oops.

Re: ...And When The Last One Sits

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy already had a thing against Alots. So as soon as the food in front of her finished its transformation, Kathy was flinging herself up and out of her chair, holding her fork and her knife in front of her in case it decided to charge. Or cream. Or...something.

Re: ...And When The Last One Sits

[sciclone]

"Oh my god, what are these things?" Cosima wondered aloud,once she'd scrambled to a safe distance. Her tone sounded almost reverent.

It hadn't quite occurred to her that she should probably be fighting, not observing.

Re: ...And When The Last One Sits

[spin_kick_snap]

"They're called alots," Kathy called, because far be it for her to let an opportunity to nerd out about something go by. "From what I can tell, they're made of, well, a lot of somethings? Mr. Spencer wrestled one in class a few weeks ago."

He'd been so excited.

Re: ...And When The Last One Sits

[sciclone]

"And this is definitely 'alot of food,'" Cosima realized. "That's sort of gross and sort of fascinating."

Re: ...And When The Last One Sits

[spin_kick_snap]

"Imagine the alot of bugs," Kathy muttered. "At least this one isn't skittering."

Which, of course meant that one had to start heading down the table doing just that, on legs that looked like shrimp cocktails.

"...Sometimes I hate this island," Kathy said, sighing.

Re: ...And When The Last One Sits

[goforthe_optics]

Tali quickly scrambled out of the way and pulled up her omni-tool to scan the . . . things.

"Maybe this room is trying to kill us after all," she muttered. "But that's one way to solve the problem, I guess."

The food not being food, she meant. Not -- well, if the Danger Shop tried to kill them, it would get them out of the situation too, technically, but that would be far less preferable.