Back on the school campus

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet stands in the darkened school hallway near the cafeteria entrance, thankful that everyone else is out partying somewhere. He stands, arms-crossed, as nonchalantly as he can, with one foot on a small box.*

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[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*runs up, slightly out of breath*

Hey man. Got kinda sidetracked with a TV and something about supersonic hairspray. *sheepish*

So. *instantly serious* Gameplan?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

My basic plan is that we go in, find out exactly why their "cooking" produces so many horrifying results, and bring back proof that will get us edible food in the future.

*holds up the box*

I'm not certain exactly what's in the cafeteria, but I bought a couple unusual things at a garage sale this afternoon from a spaceman. Hopefully we should have enough between the two of us to survive whatever's in there.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Sounds good!

*eyes box*

"Spaceman" huh? *laughs* I'm sorta a spaceman, myself--what'd ya get?

*empties all his breaking-and-entering gear on the ground*

I just got some stuff to get in there. Oh, right. And I brought my gun. *grins* If that don't stop whatever's in there, it should at least buy us time.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

That's a wide breadth of tools you have there. You're a spaceman, too? Interesting. Is space really the all consuming breach of death that I've heard it is?

*Opens the box to reveal a couple of droid parts and a sonic screwdriver which still has the words "Property of Han Solo" on it in fading pen. The screwdriver is sparking slightly.*

I also tucked one of my daggers in my jacket. After seeing those gremlins last week, I don't want to be defenseless.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was born on one of the space colonies in my time. *dark laugh* I fly a weapon of mass destruction and call myself the God of Death, so, yeah, I'd say that a fairly accurate assessment of space...

*peers at the tools* *decides Han Solo is someone he wants to meet*

Hmm. Daggers, good. Alright, let's do this.

*runs down the darkened hallway, checks around corners until he's satisfied no one's around*

*comes back and takes a good look at the keypad next to the door that leads to the kitchens*

Okay, they've prolly got alarms to all hell on this thing, so I'm gonna see if I can't hack into this thing.

*attaches some wires to the keypad, which are attached to a small handheld computer* *starts typing on it*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Keeps an eye on the hallway while Duo types. He's worried about rover and suspects that a personal dagger isn't good enough to pop that ball.*

[gumgum-rocket.livejournal.com]

*wanders down the hall, distractedly brushing off bits of...something...from his shoulders. He looks up just in time to walk right into Hamlet*

Well heya guys! Whatcha doin'?? I was just looking for a quick midnight snack, there anything good in there?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

CRAP!

*looks this kid up and down*

You workin' for the Rover or any OTHER authorities? *hand on his gun, just in case*

[gumgum-rocket.livejournal.com]

Authorities? Nahhhh, I was just hungry :oD You guys looking for food too?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Uh, something like that. *raises eyebrows* Just so you know, we're breaking in, here. If ya don't want trouble, I suggest you leave--

*a beep comes from the computer in his hand, signaling the code broken*

--now. *satisfied grin*

[gumgum-rocket.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh are you stealing something? I can help, I'm a pirate, we know how to take what we want :o)

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

We're in then. But if we leave hat-boy out here, he might go to the authorities about us before we can get any good evidence. We might have to bring him with us and hope he has decent survival skills.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

I hear ya'. Alright, you want the honor of goin' in first? I'll cover ya. *grabs gun*

*turns to the kid in the hat*

You're comin' with us. 'Kay?

[gumgum-rocket.livejournal.com]

*breaks out in a big grin* Hey YEA! Awesome!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet gets annoyed at the sudden appearance of the strange rubbery boy. He tries to control his stab-things-that-annoy-you impulse.*

Only food of unspeakable horror. And Billy Joel.

[gumgum-rocket.livejournal.com]

Oh...well that doesn't sound very appetizing. Who's Billy Joel?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

One of Satan's devils, sent to plague mankind as a curse for our sinful nature. And one of those dated 80s rock stars.

[chasingangela]

[OOC: BWAH! And fandomquoted.]

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Alright, man! *pumps fist* We're in. You want the honor of goin' first? I'll cover you. *grabs gun*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet starts in, back to the wall, dagger at the ready. A pile of odd-looking green cubes sits on the counter, next to a cage of live gremlins and the bloody remains of a monkey carcass. A few cookbooks are lying on the main cook area, next to an alchemist's dream of odd shaped bottles.*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Yeesh. Hey, I reconfigured this old vidphone I had laying around so that it records. *flips it on, starts recording*

[gumgum-rocket.livejournal.com]

*looks around with wide eyes. Speaks just too loudly for what should be a stealth operation* Whoa, what's all this stuff??

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Sssshh! Do you want to get caught by rover?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

That's not going to capture too much of us, is it? I'd prefer to be more anonymous in this whole endeavor. So that they can't punish me for breaking and entering.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: the tool most likely does not have my name on it. It probably says "Property of Kessel Port Authority" or something like that. The Corellian words for who owns what are a little indistinct.]]