Subject: Re: (un)Just Desserts
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Posted on: 2010-08-12 19:50:00 UTC
"SUGAR!" yelled Airhead. And she had been worried she would get the proper caffeine here!
Aafje would have told her to stay on task, but she was more occupied with a way to put pure sugar in a package that would explode when meeting the target
BUT I'LL SETTLE FOR A CHUNK OF FROZEN DUMPLINGS INSTEAD! YARRGH!!!
The Noldo known as Ithalond was not very comfortable on the subject of food. His wife Mithiriel was an excellent cook, but unfortunately, Ithalond had once been traumatized by a Dibbler pie and still had flashbacks whenever too much meat was in the vicinity. It was his bad luck to be in the cafeteria, refilling a coffee pot, when the food fight began.
He yelped like a startled deer, dropped the coffee pot, dived over the nearest table (knocking over several dishes in the process and sending soup spraying everywhere), hit the deck, tucked and rolled like a master martial artist, and wound up cowering under a random agent's table with his artificial hands firmly jammed in his own mouth. Ever heard a high, proud, ancient, and wise Elf whimper like a kicked puppy? You have now.
Unger noticed a blue haired agent weaving her way through the mess, and he turned his attention toward splatting her with a sauce covered rice ball.
Agent Barid, who by this time was covered in all manner of "food", had jumped from the table to make himself less of a target. He decided it might be a good time to go on the offensive. He picked up a plate of, what appeared to be, cream-filled profiteroles, flipped a table, and began lobbing the pastries in much the same way one would throw a grenade.
He also started to sing something in Trollish that it is probably better to leave untranslated.
While Aafje was testing her explosives, Airhead got lost. She crawled from table to table, hoping to see someone she knew... oh, there was that person that made the great speech! She thought it was so hilarious she couldn't resist showing her appreciation by scooping up some peas on the floor and whipping them at his face. More than one went into the non-potatoed ear.
Maelwys whooped as she wiped off her face. She reached for a nearby salt shaker and poured the whole thing into an already unappealing salad, then added some of the Kool-Aid and threw the whole bowl. She couldn't quite see who it hit- but she thought there was a satisfying thonk.
Kelok had almost made it to the cover of the serving line when he was hit from behind by a jet of soup. He stumbled and fell face first into a pile of...something. It was red and contained crunchy bits. He got to his knees and dove for cover.
Unger saw the soup bender knock Kelok down, and he flung a double handful of sticky rice dipped in an orange sauce at the woman.
Lee didn't duck fast enough to avoid the sticky rice, which hit her right in the face before dropping to the floor. She wiped the orange sauce out of her eyes, a worryingly bright grin on her face. Ian caught sight of it and dove for cover, ending up underneath a nearby table next to Kelok. He glanced over at the Wraith, giving him a wary smile.
'Sorry 'bout that,' he said, gesturing vaguely at Lee's location nearby. 'I didn't know she could get that enthusiastic with soup.'
Kelok stared at the other agent. His wispy memories of the character he was supposed to be stirred oddly at the appearance of this agent.
"Ronon?" he asked with confusion apparent in his expression.
Ian sighed. 'No, I'm not,' he said with mild exasperation. 'I just look sort of like him. Trust me, you're not the first person to ask about it. I got glomped my first day of training by a Ronon fangirl.' Ian shrugged. 'I'm used to it by now, but I am thankful that I wasn't partnered with someone who had Ronon as their LO.'
Kelok felt his face flush green with embarrassment. "Please forgive me. The memories I have from the character I should have been are very fuzzy." He startled when something hard rattled across the top of the table.
Unger was still flinging sticky rice balls at all passersby.
Cali Still burst through the doors of the cafeteria closely followed by Hannah, Kevin, and Kyle Still Bellisario. They walked straight into a cloud of muffins, rolls, and cupcakes. They were considerably coated with crumbs before they managed to get under cover.
Once behind a table, they pulled out their water guns that Castor had made for them for the water fight and began firing Koolaid indiscriminately over the crowd.
Miah aimed at the pancakes flying like frisbees, and tried to hit them before they landed. It was nice target practice. She missed some of them, and a lot of eggs splatted into people in the attempt. When there were no more pancakes, she turned her aim toward the man who had been throwing them, and fired.
"SUGAR!" yelled Airhead. And she had been worried she would get the proper caffeine here!
Aafje would have told her to stay on task, but she was more occupied with a way to put pure sugar in a package that would explode when meeting the target
Kazeyama didn't need to worry about all of them, as a salad bowl with goodness-knows-what in it took one of them out, and a sugar explosive took out the other.
Unger took careful aim at the winged agent fluttering around the room. He flung a barrage of the sticky, sauce dripping, rice balls at the flying agent.
He saw that Kelok was pinned under a table with an agent whose dreadlocks were dripping blue goo.
"Argh!" The rice balls and sauce stuck to Jamie's feathers, drenching them so that he fell from the air like a stone. He crashed down on top of another Agent, momentarily stunned. Seeing this, Summer snarled.
"Hey! The only one allowed to knock Jamie out is me!" With a Tarzan-style yell, she launched herself at Unger, with a glob of pudding in one hand and a long baguette in the other.