Gaignun Kukai, Jr. (
sayonara_baby) wrote in
exsiliumlogs2013-01-05 08:23 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
So a U.R.T.V. walks into a burger joint
Date & Time: Jan 5 eveningish.
Location: One of the restaurants, Transport housing.
Characters: Jr. and OPEN
Summary: Jr. tries out Exsilium's burgers and its housing.
Warnings: None at this time.
[#1 Chowing down at a burger joint]
At this point, Jr. was getting kind of peckish, so he moseyed himself on down to one of the restaurants and took a seat. And after a brief look at an admittedly-kind-of-oddball menu, he chose the burger, figuring it was the hardest to screw up. What he got about fifteen minutes later was a beefy monstrosity slathered with mole and peppers, with what looked like bacon tenpura and peanut butter on the side. Jr. looked quizzically up at the the server, but there was no help to be found there -- apparently, this was normal.
So he took a bite instead, and was mildly surprised to find that the sauce tasted like chocolate. "Not too bad," he said through his mouthful of chocolate burger.
[#2 On his way to unit 708]
After the meal, he figured it was about time to go home. So he wandered on down to Transport housing, made his way to room 708, and stuck his head inside. It was definitely... white. Yeah, that seemed to be the predominant theme. But what was with all this goofy furniture? Clearly whoever decorated here had not shared his own tastes in interior decorating.
He rapped smartly on the wall, so as not to risk walking in on any awkward situations. "Hey, anyone in here?"
Did he have the place to himself or what?
Location: One of the restaurants, Transport housing.
Characters: Jr. and OPEN
Summary: Jr. tries out Exsilium's burgers and its housing.
Warnings: None at this time.
[#1 Chowing down at a burger joint]
At this point, Jr. was getting kind of peckish, so he moseyed himself on down to one of the restaurants and took a seat. And after a brief look at an admittedly-kind-of-oddball menu, he chose the burger, figuring it was the hardest to screw up. What he got about fifteen minutes later was a beefy monstrosity slathered with mole and peppers, with what looked like bacon tenpura and peanut butter on the side. Jr. looked quizzically up at the the server, but there was no help to be found there -- apparently, this was normal.
So he took a bite instead, and was mildly surprised to find that the sauce tasted like chocolate. "Not too bad," he said through his mouthful of chocolate burger.
[#2 On his way to unit 708]
After the meal, he figured it was about time to go home. So he wandered on down to Transport housing, made his way to room 708, and stuck his head inside. It was definitely... white. Yeah, that seemed to be the predominant theme. But what was with all this goofy furniture? Clearly whoever decorated here had not shared his own tastes in interior decorating.
He rapped smartly on the wall, so as not to risk walking in on any awkward situations. "Hey, anyone in here?"
Did he have the place to himself or what?
#2
She saw the movement of the child through the streets, but knew well that whoever the boy was, wasn't the focus of the disturbance. Mond and Stern, hidden within the folds of her white cloak, quietly sang out with their requiem within her mind. Slipping one hand to the butt of her pistols, she palmed her hand over the edge in an attempt to soothe their cries.
That didn't stop her from sighting the holster wrapped around the kid's waist, and with a slender brow raising, she regarded him with a curious smile. "Hey, kid," she called out. "Are you any good with those?"
Re: #2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
2
"Yes? How can I help you? "
Re: 2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
bill did you ask before threadjacking well did you B|
/headpalm of course i only find this again now B|
no subject
Now Sam had tried some strange foods but this just looked strange and being rather suspicious of foreign things meant that he spent a while staring at it until the big person at the table next to him spoke.
"Is it really alright?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)