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legionworld2017-09-02 01:06 am
letsgolegion) wrote in legionworld2017-09-02 01:06 am
Entry tags:
FOOD FIGHT
Who| Anyone who wants in
What| FOOD FIIIGHT
Where| The Mess Hall
When| A few days after "Resistance is Futile" and "An Eye For An Eye"
Warnings/Notes| Nope. Just some good clean fun
The last missions had been rough, but all missions were pretty rough anymore. Still, there was an extra bit of horribleness in seeing innocent people transformed into monsters, especially when it happened to teammates. A few had faced even more trauma while trying to put said teammates down, before it was known that the zombies could regenerate or that a cure was possible.
So the Mess Hall is tense and quiet in the days after the missions. Nobody's being very social, the native Legionnaires are quiet, even the staff are quiet when they're usually pretty chatty in the Mess. Everyone's caught in a groove of that sluggish post-crisis emotional exhaustion.
But then the donut hits. It goes in a soaring arc through the air and hits its target in the face, frosting first.
Everything freezes and stares wide-eyed, trying to figure out who threw it. The tension ratchets up a notch.
Then it breaks.
Someone takes advantage of the moment to do something they've dreamed of emulating from every kid or teen comedy they've ever seen, and screams:
"FOOOOD FIIIIGHT!"
It isn't long before tofurkey rains from the air like a plague. Noodles whip across the room in handfuls. Various rainbow colored puddings and deserts soon become dangerous artillery. Even the staff, who'd spent all that time making the food, gets in on it, taking advantage of the moment to do something wild they never dreamed they'd be able to do - throw mashed potatoes at the faces of the people they serve every day.
The Legion hasn't had an easy time of things over this last year or so, and it hasn't been getting any easier. But they have this moment, on the other side of yet another mission they survived, after yet more villains they've beaten. And right now, the worst they all have to worry about is getting soy whipped cream in their hair.
[ooc: Feel free to make whatever threads you want, with your characters doing whatever they want.]
What| FOOD FIIIGHT
Where| The Mess Hall
When| A few days after "Resistance is Futile" and "An Eye For An Eye"
Warnings/Notes| Nope. Just some good clean fun
The last missions had been rough, but all missions were pretty rough anymore. Still, there was an extra bit of horribleness in seeing innocent people transformed into monsters, especially when it happened to teammates. A few had faced even more trauma while trying to put said teammates down, before it was known that the zombies could regenerate or that a cure was possible.
So the Mess Hall is tense and quiet in the days after the missions. Nobody's being very social, the native Legionnaires are quiet, even the staff are quiet when they're usually pretty chatty in the Mess. Everyone's caught in a groove of that sluggish post-crisis emotional exhaustion.
But then the donut hits. It goes in a soaring arc through the air and hits its target in the face, frosting first.
Everything freezes and stares wide-eyed, trying to figure out who threw it. The tension ratchets up a notch.
Then it breaks.
Someone takes advantage of the moment to do something they've dreamed of emulating from every kid or teen comedy they've ever seen, and screams:
"FOOOOD FIIIIGHT!"
It isn't long before tofurkey rains from the air like a plague. Noodles whip across the room in handfuls. Various rainbow colored puddings and deserts soon become dangerous artillery. Even the staff, who'd spent all that time making the food, gets in on it, taking advantage of the moment to do something wild they never dreamed they'd be able to do - throw mashed potatoes at the faces of the people they serve every day.
The Legion hasn't had an easy time of things over this last year or so, and it hasn't been getting any easier. But they have this moment, on the other side of yet another mission they survived, after yet more villains they've beaten. And right now, the worst they all have to worry about is getting soy whipped cream in their hair.
[ooc: Feel free to make whatever threads you want, with your characters doing whatever they want.]
the instigator
It's one of the first proper non-hospital meals she's had since she's arrived. And yet, the attitude of the cafeteria is somber, strained. She knows what they've been through, though she didn't go through it herself.
So she turns her gaze to a man nearby with brown hair at the next table over - he looks just as somber as the rest of them. Calmly, with minimal movements, she picks up her donut, and chucks it overhand towards him.
It hits him square in the face - his nose even peeks through the hole.
no subject
There's no surprise to those who know him that it's hit Vance as hard as it has anybody else. So he's not paying the least bit of attention to his surroundings because he's in a safe place, even if bits of it are still being reconstructed.
So it's not that strange that a donut to the face? Takes him completely by surprise. It's almost comical, the way that Vance splutters, donut falling off of his face (because his nose isn't long enough or sharp enough to keep it there), eyes wide in shock for all of a few seconds.
And he hears the snickers, the people trying to keep it quiet but the humor of the moment breaks a bit of the tension. And Vance? Vance is a good enough leader to realize that looking stupid is a good enough reason to get rid of it. And, as he contemplates his food, there's worse things than looking a bit silly, too.
Which is why he grins, scooping up his protein mush and turning, using the spoon as a catapult to throw it to the other side of the room. While his TK flings some back in the general direction of the donut tosser.
sssso this tag disappeared, idk if i deleted it or what but THIS WASN'T MEANT TO BE SO LATE
Attack still means defense, so she hardens, which - really just means she gets protein mush on her arm. She unfreezes herself, then looks down in her arm in annoyance before she's grabbing a spoon, and taking aim with her own mush back at Vance.
Or she would, if someone didn't try to fling chopped fruit at her and she has to roll away, ending up closer to Vance.