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halfbad.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't sure he'd ever been in the school's lunch room, if he was honest. He tended to eat in town or in his room so the lunch room had been largely ignored. But, after his class, he'd made a stop in there just to check it out.

He'd seen places like this back home but had never had the money to actually participate so he was actually a little fascinated by the whole thing. It kind of made amazed that he could still be amazed by mundane things. But, it was a thing and he was going to accept it.

He grabbed some food and a drink before sitting down to eat. Maybe he'd have to do this more often since he guessed it'd save both money and time and he wouldn't have to walk all those stairs. He had an errant thought that Gabriel would probably laugh at something like this before he pushed it away.

Thoughts for later.

[Open. This just hadn't been used in awhile and I wanted to post here.]

Current Mood: hungry

seveninchmotto

You know who went on dates in a school cafeteria?

No one.

Which was just as well because Isabelle and Raleigh weren't here on a date, either. She was crystal clear on that fact, anyway. Because she was here just to pass some time and be entertained and maybe learn a few amusing mundane factoids. Who knew about poor Raleigh?

"So," she said, stepping into that all-important place of occasionally questionable nourishment. "This is the cafeteria."

[ooc: Izzy's here with/for her not-date, but omg it's an open cafeteria post which is indeed open!]

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Not only did it seem entirely unnecessary, it was even so oxymoronical that even Britta, with hypocrisy imbedded into her to her very core, was skeptical.

"Are you sure there's no meat in the vegetarian meatloaf?"

The cafeteria staff was making it quite clear on their expressions that this was why they hated Mondays so much, they should be serving lasagna.

"I mean, did you make it yourself, or did you get it from somewhere else? How can you be sure?"

The lack of response was not going to prevent Britta from continuing.

"No meat? None whatsoever? Meat by-product? Anything?"

Eyes went back to the board mentioning the offerings. Someone went ahead and underlined Vegetarian.

"I can have this checked out at a lab, you know."

The staff remained unphased. Britta sighed, holding out her tray. "Fine, I'll take some. And some mashed potatoes, too. But no jello. They use horses hooves for that, you know."

With that, she got her lunch, found a table, and set to the task of leaning in very close to the square of supposed meat-free meat on her plate to search for signs of animals, though, really, she didn't know what exactly she was expecting to find. Maybe a slice of bacon or a snout or something.

[[ open cafeteria is open, of course! ]]

geewhizfellas.livejournal.com

Sure, going home for the holidays had been great and everything, but there had been one thing about Fandom High that Butters had really, really missed that he couldn't get while he was in South Park, either, and that was cafeteria food.

That's right, cafeteria food. He was one of the first ones down there at the cafeteria for lunch that day, bouncing eagerly from foot to foot as he got a great big red tray, a wee tiny little milk carton (with a straw, of course!), and his lunch for the day.

Because, admit it, there is always something just really awesome about Salisbury steak and tater tots.

[[ I just really wanted to do a cafeteria post. Open lunchroom is totally open! ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

When Alex sat down with his lunch, he spent a good long while staring at the green orange juice. He sniffed it and while it smelled like orange juice, it bore no resemblance to anything green so, naturally, Alex was wary. He didn't think any of the cafeteria people had a reason to seek vengeance against him so he was going to chalk it up to St. Patrick's Day and the cafeteria staff being into the holiday.

So, he took a sip and was satisfied to realize it was just green colored orange juice. Fine, the cafeteria staff were a bunch of smartasses who thought this was funny. Whatever, his juice was still good and Alex would let the staff slide on this one.

And that was then he saw that his hand was slowly turning green. "What the fu -- " His other hand? Doing the same thing. He tried to brush off the coloring but the green just got deeper and deeper. Alex didn't even want to think about how the rest of him must look because his arms were completely green.

"What the hell?!"

Great, he was green and he was in public. That was perfect.

[Post open and occupant is green!]

Current Mood: pissed off

it-bit-me.livejournal.com

It was just another ordinary day in the Fandom High cafeteria. The lunch special was the macaroni, the juice tasted a little funny (which was really no different from the norm), the snickerdoodles were to be avoided, and...

Well, somewhere over the course of the night, they appeared to have gotten in a shipment of peaches. Crates filled with them. More peaches than they could possibly give away, without cooking them up into something. And so, one of the school cooks had come up with the brilliant idea to make a cobbler out of them all.

That was naturally a far better dessert choice than the snickerdoodles, wasn't it? And there was plenty to go around! Eat hardy, kids!

[OOC: OCD FREEEEEEEEEE!!! This is, of course, the place to go if you want to get your fill of peach cobbler before the Masquerade this evening. There should be other posts going up during the course of the day in town with peachy goodness as well, if eating lunch in the school caf isn't your thing. Open for all of your lunchy needs!]

Current Mood: devious

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

Current Mood: optimistic

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel had hopped down to the cafeteria for lunch because she was hungry and knew there was always plenty of food there, and couldn't help giggling a little as she filled her plate with offerings like Spooky Spaghetti, Dead Meatloaf, and Lady's Fingers Cookies.

"Gosh, you guys really went all out, didn't you?" she complimented the staff before helping herself to a little bit more Zombie Zucchini Bread before going to find a table.

[[ CAFETERIA POST. Open for all your holiday themed eating goodness ]]

kissytheface.livejournal.com

Dandelion was a girl on a mission. What little information she had retained from the weekend was now devoted to her protecting the cafeteria from the Viking horde which would inevitably attempt to redcorate it.

Heartless Vikings.

Which is why anyone showing up for lunch today would find her guarding the entrace to the cafeteria wielding a large metal soup ladle and a colander on her head.

And no one.. NO ONE was going to make her stray from her sworn duty.

[QUESTION: How long has it been since there was a cafeteria post? ANSWER: Too long! Open post is open.]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

After his class (where he'd played an awful Simon), Jonas had slipped into the cafeteria to grab some food and do some idle reading. Unfortunately, the book got ignored while Jonas poked at the rather odd looking concoction on his plate. The server had said it was butternut squash casserole but Jonas couldn't help wondering if that was true or not. It just looked so strange.

Jonas nudged the food with a fork, half expecting it to come to life. When it didn't, he felt some relief but still not enough to eat it. For the first time in his life, Jonas actually thought his cooking might be safer than trying something he didn't recognize.

[open, of course! i had squash on the brain]

Current Mood: confused

thetoughestcook

The cafeteria's dining room looked much less institutional today than one might expect. White linens had been draped on the tables, and flowers and autumn leaves were arranged in centerpieces on the tables. It was probably best not to ask where they'd found enough silver and china -- yet, somehow, there it was.

The scene in the kitchen it was another story, and the controlled chaos there was -- while mostly manageable -- definitely loud, hot, and confusing.

In other words, it was a proper Thanksgiving.

[OOC: Open to Fandom High students and faculty. ~~Wait for a~~ wee bit of OCD is a go!]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Apparently, there was a holiday tomorrow. From what Jonas had gathered from the books he'd read, it revolved around a lot of food, togetherness and was descended from a shared meal by two very different groups long ago.

Needless to say, Jonas had never celebrated Thanksgiving in the Community. Besides ceremonies for Days of Birth, nothing had really been celebrated so Jonas found these specially singled out days as half a curiosity and half enjoyment.

And, while today wasn't the holiday, Jonas found himself in the cafeteria, idly picking at his food (mashed potatoes had a very strange texture) and paging through a book on various holidays. Christmas would, undoubtedly, be the next thing he looked up that. That holiday just seemed...complicated.

[open, sure!]

Current Mood: productive

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Lunchtime with Jak was always roughly the same affair.

Large quantities of food were being scoffed down at a leisurely pace, his feet drifted towards the seat in front of him periodically, and the meat loaf they had on special? Man, he was making a hole in that.

He was in a pretty good mood this week, and it wasn't all the fault of the Beaver Buzz he'd specifically dragged with him into the cafetaria. Nope.

[[ open! ]]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

You know, running around hopped up on eco all weekend really took a lot out of your energy reserves. Like, a real lot. Like, 'still scoffing away insane amounts of food on Wednesday' lots. Jak's plate was piled full enough to nearly achieve Tower of Babel status, and he was eying it with a kind of relaxed determination.

This was going to be awesome. Even if half the food the cafetaria served was, uh. Well.

There had to be some kind of animal in this world that tasted like that, right?

[[ open as lunch is ]]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

After his success with toast last week, Jonas had spent his free time trying his toaster out with a few other things. He'd found that bread worked well but crackers did not. That had been a gigantic mess and Jonas had felt sheepish enough to not touch the toaster for a few days.

But, he'd gotten over that and tried bread again, this time adding peanut butter once the bread had been toaster and packing it for a lunch. So, that's where he was now, prodding experimentally at the sandwich and wondering if he should eat the apple first. The apple was green, something he hadn't seen before but he'd been assured it was ripe.

Food examination and consumption was a lengthy process for Jonas but he enjoyed it. Food was a small but integral part of his memory that he was building.

[cafeteria's open, yep]

Current Mood: determined

icallmyselfkyle.livejournal.com

It was raining.

It was raining maple syrup.

And when Eric stopped by the cafeteria after his class, he found they had a special on waffles and pancakes today.

It was the best day ever!

[open cafeteria post! mmm waffles.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had done another look around the theater before she left last night, then checked every place she could think where Edward might be in the dorms (he wasn't hiding behind the washers).

Now she was investigating the food in the cafeteria, waiting on Priestly and Adora, and deciding that Luke's was definitely better.

[expecting a few, but open]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

The lunch special today was spaghetti.

Joan was happy about it until she realized that the little grey and white kitten with her was going to attempt to eat spaghetti.

Which meant he was going to be a mess.

[open cafeteria post!]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

It was all Mac's own fault, really.

She'd gone and said that she was avoiding them, so of course, one of those helpful little gremlins came and found her, and bit her. Hard.

So, that would explain why she was standing centre stage on one of the cafeteria tables, addressing the gathered crowds - her screaming, adoring fans - in pink tights, shiny white boots and a little dress with sparkles.

That banana she's holding? That is a microphone, yes.

And she's going to use it.

[So, she thinks she's Hannah Montana. The girl really did have it coming to her for broadcasting everyone else's embarrassment! The cafeteria is open for your boggling and/or lunching needs, obviously.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After her sparring session with Jen, and a quick shower, the hat ended up back on Dinah's head. Giving up on changing that, she headed for the cafeteria to grab a quick lunch.

[open for all lunch needs]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle had decided to take lunch in the cafeteria today based on several accounts. One was to do a quick quality check of the food before the StuCo meeting tomorrow, to know if she had to bring anything up. Two was that her clothing supply was steadily dwindling, and she didn't want to go into town when all she really had to wear were things she usually just wore to bed. And Three...she wanted to give her room as wide of berth as possible, knowing there would be a major meltdown going on with her boyfriend through this whole ordeal and wanting to build up her resolve first before trying to deal with it. She felt a little guilty; at a time like this, maybe some support from his girlfriend would be what Jeff needed. On the other hand, though, support from his girlfriend might only make it much, much worse.

But, hey, it was cheeseburger day! So it all worked out in the end.

[[ naturally open for all luncheon needs! ]]

gobrookeyourself

Anyone who arrived in the cafeteria for Thanksgiving dinner would find the tables arranged in the best way possible to allow as many people to speak to each other as possible, and also covered in rust-colored tablecloths. And turkey confetti. In fact, the whole place was decked out in autumny orange and gold and reddish brown hues, including the centerpieces. Very warm and inviting and pretty, and thanks to the kitchen, it smelled great. All in all, the place looked very nice, and the food would actually be edible when it was time to eat.

And the Fandom High cheerleaders wanted everyone to have a wonderful Thanksgiving. ~~*mods, mwahaha*~~

[Open to everyone on island! ~~...once the OCD goes up.~~]

Current Mood: cheerful

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad was glad he followed his instincts and went down the cafeteria today to see what they had for lunch instead of making his own because it appeared to be taco day. He loved taco day. It had been, for a long time, a rather love-hate relationship, though, considering how he felt that liking taco day was like fulfilling some sort of blatant and uneducated stereotype, but...

Tacos were tasty. He couldn't help that. So Chad embraced the taco day, filled a plate up, grabbed a bottle of Tabasco, and found a seat.

[[ and now I want tacos. This is why you don't do cafeteria posts when you're hungry. Open for all your lunch neeeeds! ]]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly wasn't exactly in the mood to be social, but a StuCo sponsored Thanksgiving meal had been her suggestion and she could fake happy. Too bad there hadn't been time for StuCo to organize everything. Then she'd remembered the food replicator that got used every now and then.

So, she'd headed down to the cafeteria, picked the lock on the doors and quickly found the mailbox sized device.

After a test run and the discovery that it could make place settings as well, Molly made some hasty ~~handwavy~~ signs and ran to put them up in the dorm stairwells and common rooms before heading back to the cafeteria to start replicating dinner.

Finally, she opened the doors and sat down to wait to see if anybody would show up.

prof-cregg.livejournal.com

Maybe it was the eggs or the chocolate or the bell from Rome. She'd actually been a little frightened of what kind of Easter bunny might show up in Fandom. Whatever it was, she took advantage of the Chef being out of the cafeteria and she started cooking.

Ham and scalloped potatoes, green bean casserole, salad, desserts of all kinds, CJ can really crank out the food when she sets her mind to it. Food is set out and places are set. Now all that's needed are students and staff.

[[Following Wonka's example for the day and there are no OCD threads. Talk to each other!]]

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

Das Schnitzel came out into the cafeteria alone again. She had crossed the border of annoyed and was heading straight into "God, Are You Really This Stupid" town with the Chef. She did stop by the study hall room last night to throw a blanket on him while he was asleep. She would have woke him up but...oh, he was so cute laying under that table having little Swedish dreams.

"Once again the suggestion box is here for any of your, you know...suggestions. Any funny business and I will track you down to smack you over the head myself."

"And as per request we now have otters blood for any of you daytime fearing folk. When I was a hit chicken for the Mafia I would have been able to get human blood...but those days are long past." she stops for a minute and looks like she's reminiscing.

"My friend Mr. Bawkbegawk has made lunch for you today so you won't have to have breakfast food two days in a row. Though I know some of you toast loving weirdos wouldn't mind that."

-Poached Salmon
-Fish Sticks
-Fish and Chips
-French Fries
-English Muffin Pizzas
-Twinkees

"If you have a problem with today's menu let me know, I'm dying for target practice."

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

Das Schnitzel walks into the cafeteria looking very tired. Her Gucci hangover glasses are on but it doesn't really look like she's hungover, it just looks like she's been annoyed for an extremely long period of time. She plugs in her new Chicken To Human Translator and begins to talk.

"Good morning students. I will be serving your food for you today so I expect it's a lot safer than what we usually serve around here. The Chef had gotten into one of our old cases of Surge last night and he is on a suger rush. I just couldn't take it after the fifth round of "99 Bottles of Surge On The Wall" so I told him that we were playing a game of Hide and Seek and he went off to hide. That was about five hours ago. So if you see him around please send him home."

"I'd also like to add that we will now have a suggestion box (OOC: In the comments) for anyone who would like to suggest a certain entree. The Chef probably won't know a joke from a serious suggestion but trust me I'll know. And I will find out who you are and I will be after your ass. Unless it's a clever joke then I will be after your ass anyways to congratulate you. After a few decades of living with the Chef my sense of humor has wittled down to nothing."

"Oh and we're having breakfast for lunch today because that's the only thing I can make. If you have a problem with that feel free to tell me. I dare you."

Today's Menu Is:

-Scrambled Eggs
-Pancakes
-Sausages
-Bacon
-Hashbrowns
-Rice Krispie Treats

ETA: Attention students, if you come across

bridge_carson will you please smack him over the head for leaving a smartass suggestion in the suggestion box. And say it's from Schnitzel. Thank you.

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

Hellu buys und gurls! Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Cheeckee in zee besket (He shoots a chicken into the new basket that Kawalsky gave him) Buu-ya!

-Cheese-a Peezza

-Ice-a Creem (chuculete-a oor funeella) Nu strevberry. I'm ellergeec.

I vunt yuoo ell tu hefe-a a seffe-a dey! Dun't du unytheeng I vuooldn't du. Bork Bork Bork!

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

The cafeteria is decked out in Halloween decorations. The room is foggy. A few lucky students might get their ankles grabbed by a few gnomes the Chef has hidden there. Live (muppet) bats were flying around the room. The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack was playing in a loop. The Chef is dressed like Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror and Das Schnitzel had chosen to dress as Columbia. Students are welcome to do the Time Warp if they wished. Chef would gladly join them.

Heppy Hellooeee yuoo leettle-a munsters!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Zumbeee-a Zeeti (Is it reel zumbeee-a? Evee I dun't knoo!)

-Poompkeen Peee-a

-Poompkeen Sneck Cekes

-Poompkeen Jooeece-a

Hefe-a a guud dey my leettle-a psychuteec uneemels! Bork Bork Bork!

((Dammit I want those Little Debbie pumpkin snack cakes but nooooo, they don't have them here. Bastards.))

Current Music: Over at the Frankenstien Place-RHPS Soundtrack

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The Chef comes into the cafeteria wearing a Care Bears blanket as a cape. Das Schnitzel doesn't know why and more importantly, she doesn't want to know.

Guud dey my leettle-a lufe-a boogs! Tudey's menoo is:

-Cheeckee Nuudle-a Suoop

-Sveet Putetu Freees

-Cranberreees

-Epple-a Pieee

-Spegettee

The Chef proceeds to run around the cafeteria with his Care Bears blanket flowing behind him.

Current Mood: cold

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

I vuoold leeke-a tu unnuoonce-a zee veenners frum yesterdey's cuntest!
( Druuum Rull Pleeze )

Cungrets yuoo tvu! Schneetzel und myselff ere-a pruood.

Tudey's loonch is:

-Hut Chuculete-a

-Cuukeees

-Toorkey

-Meshed Putetues

((I know, it's quick today. But there's snow! Weee!))

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

The Swedish Chef and Das Schnitzel walk into the cafeteria. They both look extremely pleased with themselves.

Ve-a hefe-a sumetheeng fery speceeel fur yuoo tudey! Nu zee fuud vun't meke-a yuoo seeng boot yuoo veell seeng unyveys!

Furst theengs furst, zee menoo fur tudey!
( Zee Menoo )

Tudey iff yuoo sing me-a und Des Schneetzel a sung yuoo hefe-a zee chunce-a tu veen a deeeliciuus ceke-a und be-a crooned Keeng oor Qooeen ooff zee ceffetereea! Theenk ooff it es Emereecun Idul boot yuoo veen a ceke-a insteed ooff a short leefed mooseecel cereer.

Yuoo cun seeng in peurs, yuoo cun gu sulu boot yuoo moost geefe-a it ell yuoo gut! Oonly oone-a ect veell be-a peecked. Thees is yuoor chunce-a fur iternel glury! Bork Bork Bork!

Es a vey tu stert yuoo ooffff, Des Schneetzel und I veell seeng a sung. It is frum zee vunderffool doou, Sunny und Cher!

Das Schnitzel is now wearing a long, black wig. There are two microphones and a elevated stage in the cafeteria. Her and the Chef take their places.

( Zee Sung )

I veell unnuoonce-a zee veenner tumurroo. Guud loock leettle-a oones! Mey zee best mun oor vumun veen! Bork Bork Bork!

((I started two threads, one for people competing and another for people who just want the cafeteria food...yeah, like that'll happen.))

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

The Chef comes in dressed like Crocodile Dundee. He's got a bowie knife in a holster on his side. If you're real nice he'll do the "You call that a knife? That's a knife." scene for you. Das Schnitzel is wearing that badass bathing suit that Linda Kozlawski wore. Oh yeah, 80's thong baby.

Tudey fur loonch ve-a ere-a tekeeng yuoo tu zee lund doon under! Nut leeke-a thet yuoo perferted teenegers.

-Ruest Velleby (Seede-a ooff Steer und Toortle)

-Bluumeen' Ooneeun

-Shreemp oon zee Berbeee-a oor Ken

-Nun Elcuhuleec Fosters (wink wink)

-Kungeruu Pieee

Hefe-a a bonzer dey yuoo leettle-a sheeelas und...vhetefer zeey cell zee buys. I furget vhet it said oon zee bethruum duur et Ooootbeck Steekhuoose-a. Bork Bork Bork!

((OOC: Sorry for the lateness. I got caught spaz dancing to Men at Work by my roommate and I had to explain myself.))

Current Music: Land Down Under- Men At Work

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After all the amusement from Monday the Swedish Chef had to take a break yesterday. He walked into the cafeteria on Wednesday in a good mood. He practically moon walked in, he was so happy. Das Schnitzel...was not in such a good mood. Tuesday night is Texas Hold 'Em night for her and she lost a lot of her shopping money. She wondered if Camilla ever played Texas Hold 'Em and was thinking maybe she could win some money from her. The Chef was pleased that Das Schnitzel got a taste of her own gambling medicine.

Ruoogh neeght Schneetzel? Meybe-a yuoo shuoold gu booy sume-a noo shues. Ooh veeet, yuoo cun't! Bork Bork Bork!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a cumpletley nun-seenging fuud.

-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Freeed Cheeckee

-Pesta Seled

-Cherry Peee-a

-Reece-a Kreespie-a Treets

-Peunoot Bootter Cuukeees (Thuoogh iff I see-a Feith und Drecu yuoo veell nut be-a ellooed tu hefe-a uny. Roomur hes it yuoo tvu hed inuoogh lest neeght)

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

The Chef saunters into the cafeteria. Yes, saunters, like a damned cowboy. You can actually hear him singing Garth Brooks. He's got an evil look on his face. Well, mischievious. Das Schnitzel practically skips in with the same grin on her face. The school has gotten boring. People fighting. Nobody is sharing the love. This disturbed both the Chef and Das Schnitzel who were both hippies back in the day. But today, oh today they will share the love. They were going to stick love potion in the food but they decided to save that for Valentines Day. It was expensive after all.

No today was going to be quite...musical.

Hellu leettle-a buys und gurls! Tudey ve'fe-a gut sume-a fery speceeel fuud fur yuoo!

-Peunoot Bootter und Jelly Sundveeches

-Hem und Cheese-a Sundveeches

-A chueece-a ooff ieezeer putetu cheeps oor cheetus

Thees fuud is su guud, it veell hefe-a yuoo seenging! Hefe-a a guud dey keeds! Shere-a zee luve-a! Bork Bork Bork!

He figured he gave them some warning. But he didn't out and say that the PB&J will have you singing The Carpenters all day and the lucky kids who ate the Ham and Cheese will be groovin' to ABBA.

((I had to use the word saunters dammit. Stupid Wizard People, Dear Reader. It got it stuck in my head.))

Current Music: Friends In Low Places- Garth Brooks

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The Chef comes into the kitchen wearing a football jersey (the Mountaineers cause the mun says so) and Das Schnitzel is wearing what looks like a Hooters uniform. She does fill out the orange shorts quite nicely.

Guud dey leettle-a lembs! Fur loonch tudey I'fe-a deceeded tu meke-a sume-a fuud thet yuoo vuoold nurmelly see-a et fuutbell perteees. Nu beer thuoogh, yuoo're-a gueeng tu hefe-a tu prufeede-a thet yuoorselff.

-Booffffelu Veengs (hut oor meeld)

-Cheeps und Deep!

-Peezza

-Hut Dugs

-Cheetus

Noo, gu celebrete-a vhetefer fuutbell gemes yuoo're-a plunneeng tu vetch thees veekend! Bork Bork Bork!

http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/

The Chef is still looking depressed. But at least he is well enough to make the students food. He is wearing Hamlet's black hat but tufts of his crazy ass hair is still sticking out.

I epulugeeze-a fur my ooootboorst yesterdey cheeldree. A guud cheff veell cuuk oon ifee thuoogh he-a is meessing hees het. I feeeled yuoo yesterdey und thet veell nut heppee egeeen! I em meessing a sock tudey thuoogh...boot I theenk thet fault is my oovn, su vetch oooot fur fuutweer in yuoor fuud tudey keeds!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Tumetu Suoop

-Greelled Cheese-a

-Beked Zeeti

-Pooddeeng...Mmm, I luve-a pooddeeng. It feels su guud betveee yuoor tues.

After the Chef announces the meal he goes off in search of his hat, leaving Das Schnitzel to fill the orders.

Current Mood: gloomy

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The Chef, wearing pants today, walked into the cafeteria looking befuddled. He started rifling through cabinets and drawers, muttering to himself. Das Schniztel walks into the cafeteria and watches the Chef for a few minutes before asking him what he was looking for.

"Sumetheeng is nut reeght Schneetzel my luve-a. I du nut feel leeke-a myselff. Su I theenk thet meybe-a I'fe-a lust sumetheeng und I'm tryeeng tu feend it. I joost veesh I knoo vhet I lost."

Das Schnitzel agreed with Chef. Something was off about him. She looked him over. Pants, check. Apron, check. Bow tie, Check. Hat...hat? With a loud squawk Das Schntizel pointed at the Chef's head.

"Oh Mamma! My het! My vunderffool het! A Cheff cunnut cuuk veethuoot hees het! He-a is a mere-a handler ooff fuud veet nu het! I cunnut gu oon! Bork Bo-...I cunnut Bork!"

The Chef falls to his knees and begins to sob. Das Schnitzel puts a wing around his shoulder and tries to soothe him. She only leaves him once to post a sign that says:

NO FOOD WILL BE SERVED TODAY AS THE CHEF HAS LOST HIS CHEF'S HAT. ANY INFOMATION REGARDING THIS WILL BE APPREICIATED. AND IF I FIND OUT THAT ANY OF YOU PUNKS STOLE THE CHEF'S HAT YOU WILL HAVE DAS M. SCHNITZEL TO DEAL WITH! I AM LIKE PRINCIPAL CONNOR WITH FEATHERS!

((About the icon...um, he's the third cousin of Ronald McDonald?))

Current Mood: crushed

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The Chef slides into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a man's shirt and some tighty whities. It is not known whether or not the Chef just rolled out of bed or if he was really trying to impersonate Tom Cruise. Das Schnitzel walks in behind him, not dressed like Rebecca DeMornay, and apparently enjoying the view the Chef was giving her.

Guud effternuun leettle-a foxes! I epulugeeze-a fur beeeng su lete-a tudey, ruoogh neeght lest neeght. Unyveys, I hupe-a yuoo ell vute-a tudey. Vuteeng is zee must impurtunt theeng yuoo cun du fur yuoor cuoontry. Des Schneetzel und I sooppurt yuoong Drecu Melffuy boot dun't let thet swey yuoor vutes...boot iff yuoo deed let us knoo, nu reesun ~~free-a cuukeees~~.

Fur Loonch tudey ve-a hefe-a:

-Cheeckee und Reece-a Suoop

-Freeed Reece-a (I mede-a tuu mooch reece-a vhee I ves mekeeng zee suoop)

-Cheeckee Stur Fry

-Sooshee (Des Schneetzel mekes it fresh!)

Und ixpeceeelly fur

padmeofnaboo I hefe-a mede-a yuoo tecus und gut yoo a buttle-a ooff Jeck Duneeels .

Hefe-a a guud dey leettle-a cheeldree! Bork Bork Bork!

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It seems that the Chef has fallen asleep in the middle of the cafeteria floor. He is not a big drinker, so when he does get into the Schnapps he's usually out for the next day or so. Das Schnitzel, wearing her Gucci hangover sunglasses has made the lunch for today.

For those who are apt to understand chicken-y talk.

"Please, do not step on the Chef on your way in today. He's a bit hungover. As am I, so keep your voices down or face my chicken-y wrath!"

She clears her throat and takes a sip of orange juice.

Today's weekend lunch with be:

-Coffee (And I made this coffee, not the Chef, so it's safe)
-Bowl of Fresh Fruit
-Chocolate Chip Pancakes
-Scrambled Eggs (Donated from my Aunt Helga)
-Bacon (Do not let Miss Piggy know please)
-Two aspirin for those who need it

"Have a good weekend kids!"

Current Mood: Hungover
Current Music: You Stole The Sun From My Heart- Maniac Street Preachers

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The cafeteria smells vaguely of the sea. It even feels like it's rocking back and forth, like it was on a boat. Das Schnitzel comes into the cafeteria dressed like a pirate wench. The Chef follows behind her, also dressed piratey. But he also has two eye patches on. With a yell of "BOOOORK!" he runs into a wall and falls down. Das Schnitzel rolls her eyes. The Chef gets up and looks in what he thinks is Das Schnitzel's general direction. He's actually facing a stuffed moose head.

"Hoo du zeese-a puretes du it? I cun't see-a a theeng! "

The stuffed moose head just "bahhs" or whatever the sound a moose makes is. Das Schnitzel leads the Chef to the front of the food line.

Afest me-a heerteees! Tudey ve-a be-a serfeeng pirete-a-y fuuds! Und nun-elcuhuleec ruum! Vell, my ruum is elcuhuleec, boot yuoo cunnut hefe-a uny...vell, meybe-a iff ve-a keep in oon zee down loo.

Errgh, tudey I be-a serfeeng a loonch I fuoond in Defey Junes' lucker!

-Huney Ceke-a

-Meet Piee-a

-Stooffffed Hen...Des Schneetzel's meffeea cunnecshuns sent sume-a.

-Hard Tack

-Und uh, Bleckbeerd's mecerunee und cheese-a.

Be-a soore-a nut tu get zee scurvy!

Current Music: Cabin Fever- Muppet Treasure Island

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The Chef and Das Schnitzel come into the cafeteria wearing thick rimmed glasses. The Chef is wearing green converse sneakers and Das Schnitzel is wearing pink converse sneakers. Das Schnitzel is having trouble walking as she is not used to wearing shoes. But she dares someone to make fun of her. She'd kick their ass.

Tudey is geek cheec dey! Veer sume-a cuul Veezer glesses und poot oon zee Frunz Ferdeenund! Und veet thet gues cuul geek fuud!

-Meesu Suoop (pleese-a, nu meesu hurny jukes)

-Cumeec Book Cheeckee Petteees

-Halo Hut Dugs

-Conferse-a Creemed Curn (testes a beet leeke-a roobber)

-VW Boog Beked Eleska

Und leettle-a coopcekes thet sey "Fute-a fur Drecu Melffuy" in greee iceeng. Yoom! Bork Bork Bork!

Current Music: I'm your villian- Franz Ferdinand

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The cafeteria is clear of it's jungle motif. Instead there are cactus plants everywhere and the heat has been turned up. You'd swear you were in Mexico. The Chef comes in wearing a sombrero and leather chaps. He looks like a cross between Dorito Bandito and the Twinkee Cowboy.

I hefe-a ruoonded up 11 ooff zee 12 munkeys. Iff yuoo see-a heem ebuoot I'd eppreceeete-a yuoor help in cetcheeng heem. He-a unsvers tu zee neme-a Pitt. Des Schneetzel veell be-a oon zee luukuoot fur heem in zee hells.

Tudey ve-a ere-a hefeeng Mexeecun fuud dey! I du nut knoo mooch Spuneesh veet zee ixcepshun ooff zee phrese-a "Hay un gato in mi pantelones". Su iff yuoo teech me-a a noo Spuneesh phrese-a yuoo get a churro!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Tecus!

-Incheeledes

-Tecu Seled

-Cheeps und Selsa

-Qooesedeella
*Ell cheeckee flefured*

Current Music: Wanted dead or alive- Bon Jovi

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The cafeteria is covered with trees. Trees, vines, dirt. It looks like a jungle in there. The Chef is in his Tarzan wear and Das Schnitzel is dressed as an exotic jungle queen. Occasionaly you can see a monkey or if you are lucky, a cheetah walking around the cafeteria.

Hellu leettle-a gurls und buys! Tudey is Joongle-a Nueese-a dey in zee ceffetereea! Iff yuoo meke-a a nueese-a leeke-a un uneemel I'll geefe-a yuoo a bux ooff humemede-a uneemel creckers!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Ruest Veeld Buer (veet a seede-a ooff Meerket)

-Sneppeeng Toortle-a Suoop

-Brueeled Ploocked Peecuck veet a seede-a ooff meshed putetues

-Jell-Oo in zee flefurs ooff: Elleegetur, Ilephunt, und Flemeengu

Und ve-a hefe-a a peck ooff fooltoores zeere-a tu cleun ooffff yuoor pletes effter yuoo ere-a dune-a. Vetch oooot fur zee burd puup!

Du nut be-a elermed ebuoot zee cheetehs und hyenes thet ere-a velkeeng ebuoot! It's zee munkeys yuoo need tu vurry ebuoot. I'm effreeed zeey'll try tu iscepe-a und iff thet heppens...vell, I'd stey in my ruum iff I vere-a yuoo. Bork Bork Bork!

A particulary large monkey steps in front of the Chef. He is brandishing a butcher knife.

Eh ha! Du nut try tu mess veet me-a yuoo munkey!

The Chef manages to knock the knife out of his hand but the monkey gets him in a half nelson. Das Schnitzel is cornered by two of the monkeys. But with some moves that could only have the background music of Missy Elliot's "Lose Control" she dispatches the both of them. She then goes to help the Chef but is too late. 12 monkeys (that's ironic) run out of the cafeteria doors.

Oh nu! Cume-a Des Schneetzel ve-a moost get zeem! Zee Cheeteh cun serfe-a zee fuud! Cume-a beck here-a yuoo munkeys! I cooght yuoo oonce-a I cun du it egeeen yuoo bununa ieteeng fartknockers!

The Chef runs out carrying a butchers knife and Das Schnitzel is holding a net and some bananas. She needs no weapon. Her body is already a monkey killing machine. She was in the peace corp in the seventies.

Current Music: Jungle Love- Steve Miller Band

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The kitchen is a mess. There are eggs everywhere. Flour, mashed potatoes, ketchup and various other foods are covering the walls. The Chef looks baffled. Das Schnitzel looks hungover.

Yuoo nooghty cheeckee! I veell hefe-a tu geefe-a yuoo a spunkeeng fur thees! Gu feend thet Drecu buy und esk heem iff he-a cun cleun thees up megeecelly! I shuoold meke-a yuoo du it yuoo knoo! Ooh, dun't geefe-a me-a thet luuk yuoo knoo vhet it dues tu me-a! Bork Bork Bork!

Um...zeere-a hes seemed tu hefe-a beee a leettle-a ecceedent in zee keetchens lest neeght. I theenk sume-a ooff my cheeckens vere-a dueeng sume-a muunleeghting cuukeeng vurk. Su vetch vhere-a yuoo step, it is a beet sleeppery.

Tudey's loonch fur zee lest dey ooff September is!

-Pesta Poottunesca (I leerned thees receepe-a frum sume-a oorphuns!)

-Pesta Seled

-Pesta Suoop (Des Schneetzel mede-a thees oone-a su oonce-a egeeen vetch oooot fur zee elcuhul cuntent. I'fe-a treeed tu get her intu zee EA, I deed! Boot thet cheeckee lufes zee buuze-a!)

-Und fur dessert: Fute-a fur Drecu Melffuy cuukeees!

-Und I cooght a muuse-a veereeng a cullege-a uneefersity sveetshurt thees murneeng su zeere-a veell elsu be-a chuculete-a muuse-a! Vetch oooot fur beets ooff hees shurt, I furgut tu teke-a it ooffff.

Yuoo keeds ere-a su loocky!

OOC: The moose thing. I was walking through the school today and I saw a guy in a moose suit wearing a Mountaineers sweatshirt. So naturally, the Chef is serving him for lunch, moose being so rare and all.

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The Chef and Das Schnitzel walk into the cafeteria. The Chef is singing the "Shoop Shoop Song (It's in his kiss)". The Chef has an awesome Cher impression. Das Schnitzel has decorated the cafeteria in green and silver in honor of their support for a certain blonde who is running for president.

Hellu leettle-a lufe-a mooffffeens! It's foonny thet I cell yuoo mooffffeens coose-a I mede-a sume-a fur loonch tudey! Bork Bork Bork! Mooffffeens...nut peuple-a. I em nu cunneebel, rest essoored.

Tudey's meel fur September 29 is:

-Blooeberry Mooffffeens

-Scrembled Iggs (Des Schneetzel leeed zeese-a herselff su yuoo knoo zeey ere-a guud. Meeght teste-a a leettle-a leeke-a buoorbun thuoogh. Thet cheeckee hes a dreenking prublem)

-Becun. I lufe-a zee becun. I cun feenelly meke-a it noo thet I gut thet Meess Peeggy oooot ooff zee vey...Bork Bork Bork!

-Puncekes. Und nut joost puncekes! Yuoo see-a vhet I vrute-a oon zeem in syroop? It seys "Fute-a fur Draco Melffuy!" Zee leettle-a mun ceme-a up tu me-a lest neeght und ve-a hed a vunderffool telk ebuoot puleetics und cheeckens. Sveet buy, smells ooff ixpenseefe-a culunge-a. Bork Bork Bork!

Oh yes. Und I hefe-a yuoor cekes fur yuoo

fullmetal_havoc!

Current Music: Cher's Greatest Hits

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The Chef and Das Schnitzel walk into the cafeteria in what appears to be slow motion. The song "Sabotage" plays in the background. Both Chef and Das Schnitzel are wearing badass sunglasses. Das Schnitzel clucks to the tune of the song, the Beastie Boys being her favorite band.

"Ve-a ere-a sooch bedesses eren't ve-a Des Schneetzel? Keeng Kung eeen't gut nutheeng oon us!"

Das Schnitzel clucks in a way that says "Damn straight you crazy mofo."

Bunjuoor leettle-a luve-a buets! Tudey's loonch is a speceeel theeng my cuooseen Cheff Buyerdee-a used tu meke-a me-a.

-Cheeckee Refeeuli

-Throweeng rulls (Ve-a cell zeem throweeng rulls becoose-a zeey ere-a zee perffect seeze-a fur throweeng und herd inuoogh tu coose-a sume-a sleeght demege-a. Hefe-a foon keeds, boot I vern yuoo, iff yuoo esk fur oone-a yuoo're-a gueeng tu get it throon et yuoo by Des Schneetzel.)

-Muu Muu Jooeece-a (oozeerveese-a knoon es meelk)

-Strevberry Pooddeeng!

OOC: Yes, throwing rolls are real. Thanksgiving tradition in my house. And I have the image of the Chef slow mo walking to Sabotage engraved in my mind.

Current Music: Sabotage- Beastie Boys

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The Chef walks into the cafeteria with Das Schnitzel in tow. He places a cd in the cd player and hits play. The song "Hot Stuff" starts blaring through the room.

Hellu leettle-a oones! Tudey ve-a celebrete-a...Deesco! Su buugeee-a doon my meeni-Juhn Trefultas! Unyune-a vhu shekes a teeel feezeer veell get a coopceke!

Zee menoo fur September 26 is:

-Bee-a Gees Cheeckee Boorger

-KC und zee Chueece ooff Suoop oor Seled Bund

-I Veell Soorfeeve-a...ooffff ooff thees deleeciuoos salmun!

-Ierth, Veend & Reece-a Kreespie-a Treets

Und a speceeel dreenk: Kuul-Eeed und zee Gung

Let luuse-a zee foonk leettle-a deesco keengs und qooeens!

Chef and Das Schnitzel begin to do the Hustle like experts.

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The Chef bounces into the kitchen in his usual good mood. Das Schnitzel follows in wearing sunglasses and holding a large coffee. She looks a bit ill.

"Vell, I'm gled yuoo hefe-a a hungufer! Gueeng oooot veet yuoor cheeckee freeends ell huoors ooff zee neeght. Getteeng droonk und dueeng gud knoos vhet in toon. Yuoo shuoold be-a eshemed ooff yuoorselff. Thees isn't Emsterdem yuoo knoo! Iff it ves, I vuoold gledly jueen yuoo in ell zee huupla. Boot ve-a hefe-a vurk tu du!"

Chef puts on his "Songs about chickens" cd and Alice in Chains starts playing.

Okey my leettle-a coocoombers! Zee meel fur September 26 is:
-Cheeckee Tecus

-Herd Bueeled Iggs (I vetched Cuul Hund Looke-a lest neeght. Mmmm Pool Noomun)

-Begs ooff cheetus (Du nut theenk zee Cheff hes suld oooot my leettle-a coopcekes! I infented cheetus by ecceedent oone-a murneeng in Medegescer. Zee neteeves lufed zeem und vursheeped me-a es a gud.)

-Zumbeee-a Freettatas (Zeese-a veell nut meke-a yuoo ell crezy! Yuoo moost be-a a pruffesseeunel cuuk tu ifee theenk ebuoot tryeeng tu cuuk zumbeee-a! I cunnut beleeefe-a yuoo vuoold try tu cuuk zumbeee-a veethuoot my sooperfeesiun! Seelly leettle-a stoodents. Zee secret is tu edd luts ooff ooleefes. Zeey doonpley zee crezy.)

Hefe-a a guud dey leettle-a oones! Feel free-a tu telk luoodly und sheene-a breeght leeghts in Des Schneetzel's droonkee iyes!

Das Schnitzel clucks in a way that threatens to kill any student that dares make her hangover worse.

Current Music: Rooster- Alice in Chains

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The Swedish Chef comes into the cafeteria wearing a hat in the shape of a chicken and white and red checkered shorts. And only that. Upon closer inspection you see that the hat is really a chicken. His favorite chicken, Das Schnitzel. The Chef picked her up in Berlin back in the 60s.

It's Freedey leettle-a derleengs! I knoo yuoo ere-a ebuoot tu ureenete-a yuoor punts veet zee thuooght ooff zee veekend cumeeng tu yuoo. Und veet thet tudey's menoo fur September 23 is oone-a ooff my fefureete-a meels:

-Cheeckee in da baskee: cuuked oor livfe-a. Sume-a peuple-a seem tu vunt cuuked cheeckee in a plesteec besket veet sume-a putetu freees. Vhet is thet ell ebuoot?

-Shellffeesh. Vhet keend ooff shellffeesh? I dun't ifee knoo! Das Schnitzel deed zee shuppeeng fur me-a.

-Chuculete-a moose-a (Iff unyune-a vuoold leeke-a zee hurns pleese-a esk me-a. Thuoogh iff I get a lut ooff tekers ve-a meeght hefe-a tu pley ruck peper cheeckee tu deceede-a vhu gets zeem.)

The Chef pulls a live chicken from out of the breadbox and faces the direction of a basketball hoop he had placed othere this morning. He shoots...HE SCORES!

Cheeckee in da baskee! Bork Bork Bork!

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((Dammit I want those Little Debbie pumpkin snack cakes but nooooo, they don't have them here. Bastards.))

((I know, it's quick today. But there's snow! Weee!))

((I started two threads, one for people competing and another for people who just want the cafeteria food...yeah, like that'll happen.))

((OOC: Sorry for the lateness. I got caught spaz dancing to Men at Work by my roommate and I had to explain myself.))

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