2nd floor common room, morning/brunch time

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron returns from a run into town with a couple of bags. He's got muffins from Jeff the God of Biscuits, the NPC bakery, and ingredients for his omelettes and the pancakes Marty is going to make. Hopefully either Marty or Rory show up soon because Cam's really not too good at making coffee. With the invitation folder helmet on, he is however capable of making a damn wicked omelette.


((Yes, this is adressed to the 2nd floor but anyone who wanders by will get breakfast. So feel free to drop in.))

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Wise man," Pip says. "No telling anyone else about the bouncy balls, though. It's no fun if everyone expects there to be a rain of the things." He ponders lighting up and decides that it would be impolite. "Weren't you telling me that you wanted to be in the millitary one day? Or was that Shep?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"True," Cameron tilts his head. "It's also no fun if they just get away with it either. I don't suppose you know what floor this is coming from? And that could possibly have been both of us."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip grins. "I might."

He turns the question onto Cameron. "So, why do you want to join the millitary? Any particular branch?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Air Force, I want to be a fighter pilot." Cameron replies, but isn't that easily distracted. "Come on, man. Just the floor, no names and no one needs to know. I fed you breakfast?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Really? Neat. What drew you to being a fighter pilot?" Pip smirks. "You did? I'm still waiting on my omlette, mon ami."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Right, sorry. Pippi cut the line." Cameron groans as the player lost track of who she gave food and who not and quickly sets to making Pip's omelette. "I've always wanted to be a pilot. Just, the thought of flying, you know? Being up there and pushing your own bouncaries? I suppose it helps that my dad's a testpilot."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Really? That souds cool. I'm more of the ground warfare type, myself. Well, maybe because you find very few mercenaires with their own planes. How much actual combat training do most pilots get?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I know I'll get wrestling or boxing and unarmed combat at the academy. I think it will be mostly basics from there on, but I'm not sure." Cameron replied as he put the omelette on a plate. He held it out to Pip and smiled broadly. "This is breakfast," he announced, clearing wanting something in return.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well, we'll see about giving you a kick start," Pip says. He holds up his hands. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you." He leans over and whispers. "Fifth floor. One I'm on. So, in return, you have to warn me about any potential tomfoolery."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a fair deal to me." Cameron nods and gives up the plate. "You know I appreciate your help, right?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"And I appreciate this omlette," Pip says. "You probably would've found out eventually. But remember," he says. "No telling anyone else. I'm serious on this one."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron nods. "I'm not telling, but we will get our own back."