Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Alas, an oasis!

Macbeth made a break for the vending machines in the fourth floor common room after an exhaustive search for something edible left him empty-handed.

He was hungry. He was very hungry, actually.
Disturbingly hungry.
But then, that's bound to happen when one lives on two-month-old pizza and stale twinkies. The pizza had turned all kinds of wonderful shades of green long ago, and the twinkies had gotten to the point where he couldn't actually bite into them anymore for fear of breaking a tooth.
New foodstuffs needed to be attained.
And thus, the quest began.

And he was out of pocket change.

So, there the Scottish Thane stood, shaking the vending machine with famished rage.

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's an apple flying at MacBeth's head.

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

And yes, that is indeed Macbeth being smacked upside the head by an apple. And yes, he does yell bloody murder for a moment before regaining his regal poise and turning to cast a baleful and smelly glare at the perpetrator.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet, having seemingly done nothing of any interest at all in the last two days, decides to wander down to the second floor common room to see if anything interesting is going on. He is stopped on the fourth floor, however, by one of the foulest odors he has ever experienced, which seems to be coming from a filthy red-headed boy.

"You, sir, smell fouler than four month old lutefisk left to rot in the sun."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

He smelled?

Macbeth sniffed at an armpit, then shrugged.

"I smell worse after a few more months without bathing," he said, as though it made all the sense in the world. Bathing, after all, wasn't something he was prone to do often.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"A few more months without bathing? Dear Lord, what are you, some kind of Viking barbarian? At least my ancestors learned the value of cleanliness after the raiding urges stopped. People in this modern society should bathe often, else risk smelling like an anime fanboy wild beasts."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth sniffed again, though this time it was with a rather indignant flair.

"I'm not from this 'modern society' of yours, lad," he reminded Hamlet. "And if I knew where I might bathe that didn't involve swimming with the ducks, I mig--"

He was interrupted by a rather loud protest from his empty stomache.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge was up on the fourth floor for... no real reason, really. He just was. Go with it.

"Hey, Kilt-Dude," Bridge says. "Problem?"

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"Aye, there's a problem," Macbeth agreed, looking over to Bridge. "The accursed box won't let me have any food. I haven't eaten in days, and I'm out of coins."
He frowned deeply, his brows furrowing in utter dismay.
"Also, I've just been hit in the head by an apple, and Hamlet says that I smell terrible."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"The apple was to eat." Broots happily pointed out. "And um, take a shower?"

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"Everyone keeps tellin' me to do that, and nobody's taken the time to show me what in the world a shower is," Macbeth grumbled as he bent over to pick up the apple, which had rolled under the vending machine, prompting him to get down on all fours to scrounge about for it.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots offered him a banana. "I have a lot of fruit. It's sort of a long story. Um, if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to show you where the showers are."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"Food first, shower later," Macbeth said stubbornly, standing with a handful of something that certainly wasn't an apple. Crunchy cereal O's and multicoloured marshmallow bits filled his cuppend hands and he blinked down at the breakfast cereal dumbly.
....
"Er?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots felt sick, and it had nothing to do with the remnants of his stomach bug. "Please tell me you're not thinking of eating that."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"There's something wrong with eating this?" Macbeth asked curiously, looking down at the cereal. "This stuff is supposed to be edible, then?"

He cautiously put the cereal to his nose and sniffed at it.

It smelled like it was edible. That was a good sign. And if it was, it meant that he wouldn't have to go scrounging for the missing apple.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"It is supposedly edible and a good part of a balanced breakfast, but not when collected from the moldy area underneath a vending machine."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"And what's the matter with a little mold? It puts hair on your chest!"

And boy, did Macbeth ever need hair on his chest.

"Besides," he said as he took an experimental nibble at a red marshmallow balloon, "Ye lads should see what I've been eating lately."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I... think I'll pass, dude."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"Your loss, Lad," Macbeth said with a shrug as he decided he liked the floor-food that he had gathered up. He liked it enough to keep nibbling, and soon there was very little left in his hand, and he felt himself oh-so-compelled to scrounge about for more.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"I think I'll pass out." Broots muttered under his breath and flopped back on to a couch.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Dude? Dude?" Bridge says worriedly. "You didn't actually pass out, did you?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"No, just trying not to be sick and avoiding the urge to grab Flaming-Hair over there and dump him in a tub full of water."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"I think if the nauseating odor and the disgusting eating patterns continue *I* will be ill as well."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots handed Hamlet a banana. "I pity his roommate."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth took the comments in stride as he bent down again to scrounge for more cereal.

Cereal which was gone...

...

"It... it walked away, lads..."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth paused a moment to look up to see if Broots was alright, totally oblivious as to why he might be feeling ill...

[deliciouslucky.livejournal.com]

... just long enough for Lucky to nab his pot of cereal and make a break for freedom, leaving a little cereal trail after him.

[deliciouslucky.livejournal.com]

While everyone was preoccupied paying attention to the Lucky Charms in Macbeth's hand, a small arm clad in green reached out from under the vending machine, desperately collecting the cereal bits that were scattered at Macbeth's feet.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but." Broots's stomach did a flop. "It's probably still edible."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I hate when that happens," Bridge says solemnly. "Need some help? I've got some change, I think..."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"That won't be necessary, lad," Macbeth insisted, now on his hands and knees and fishing about under the vending machine rather stubbornly for the apple that had gone astray. "As soon as I can reach this thing, I'll..."

His speech tapered off some as his fingers brushed something that was obviously no apple, sending little O-shaped bits of crunchy goodness rolling across the floor.
And if he wasn't from 1057, he might have even known them for what they were - Lucky Charms cereal. But he didn't, of course.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um," Bridge says, looking over to the door. Coulda sworn he heard something. Frowning, he notices a trail of cereal leading across the common room and out the door. "Was that there before?" he asks, pointing.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet takes a close look at the cereal trail and its multicoloured marshmallows.

"I don't recall this being here when I came in, unless one of you fellows happens to have cereal tucked in your pocket."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots blinked. "I should have stayed in bed."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Aw, man, don't say that! It's an adventure, dude!"

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"I don't," Macbeth stated as he stood again, looking down at the cereal bits in awe. "Though... I wouldn't mind more of this... cereal..."
He took a step in the direction that the cereal trail was leading.
Probably against his better judgment.

But then, he didn't have good judgment to begin with.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs and follows Macbeth. "You guys coming?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet shrugs.

"I may as well. I have nothing better to do this evening."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

"Nothing at all? Then it's settled. We're on a hunt for the source of these 'cereal' pieces, lads. Onward!"

And with that, he marched toward the door, a pre-pubescent boy man on a mission.