Dorm Lobby, Friday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Yeahno, unlike some people, Francine was not going out in that.

But even if they didn't have their support team organized quite yet, there was still stuff she could do besides hide. So she raided the bathrooms and common rooms for all the bandages, painkillers, hydrogen peroxide and general first aid kits she could find, and dragged them down to the lobby, setting them out on one of the coffee tables.

There were bottles of water as well, and a couple of batches of cookies. She kind of thought she should go for sandwiches too, but that'd mean staying upstairs to make them, and not leaving anybody down here to hand stuff out. So instead she grabbed a spot on one of the couches, flipped the tv to a Gelmoore Gals re-run -- anything that wasn't Giant Reptile Week: the Revenge, honestly -- and waited to see if anybody who'd been out there fighting wandered back in needing...stuff. Whatever that stuff might be.

[OOC: Open to anybody, whether you've been out gator-baiting or not!]

Comments

[lovemykilt]

Wow, that was some language she had going there.

Priestly approved.

"Sure thing. Any particular meat or cheese?"

[and yes, Chaucer!]

[glacial_queen]

"There were teeth!" Karla groused, showing him her wrist. "Little bastards had teeth! If it wouldn't have been so bloody disgusting, I'd've bit the grubby-minded little prick back just to show him what it was like!"

That sad thing was, she was telling the truth. She likely would have.

But onto more important things. "I'm not picky," she said. "Just make sure there's a lot of meat there. I'm hungry. And want to bite things."

Manners, Karla.

"Please," she added, still a bit grumpy about being bit by a frickin' goldfish. And--worse yet--needing to be rescued. Thank the Darkness it had been Leda who's saved her, not some sassy male who'd never let her live it down.

[lovemykilt]

"Big meaty sandwich, coming right up." Priestly saluted with a mayo spattered knife and set about building something rather large. "You gonna go back out there?"

[glacial_queen]

"Nope. Sticking to triage instead," she said, capping the herb-scented pot. "Let the guys running around with swords finish them off. I figure I'll work with the wounded. Better food and less biting."

[lovemykilt]

"Finally, someone's making some sense!" Priestly topped the sandwich off with a pickle, sliced it into triangles, and handed it over.

[glacial_queen]

"You are a god amongst men," Karla informed him before taking a giant bite from her sandwich. It was delicious. "I will demand sacrifices of gold, frankincense, and myrrh in your honor," she said after swallowing. "Because, damn, this is a good sandwich."

Karla was slowly picking up bits of Christianity, but they didn't all make sense.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly laughed. "So does that mean you're willing to be my sandwich guinea pig?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but she didn't let that stop her. "Certainly," she agreed. Like she was going to turn down sandwiches.

[lovemykilt]

"Sweet!" Priestly pumped his fist in the air. "How do you feel about sprouts?"

[glacial_queen]

"They're delicious!" Karla exclaimed. Beat. "What are they?"

[lovemykilt]

"Teeny little baby plants. They add a nice texture."

[glacial_queen]

"I'm fond of teeny baby plants," Karla said, eagerly. Truth was, Karla was only picky when she was trying to be a pain in the ass. And there was no reason to be a pain in the ass to someone who was making it possible for her to survive without resorting to eating her own cooking.