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Post by Samantha Birtwell on Oct 11, 2009 17:10:58 GMT -8
Samantha woke up from her day dreaming and realized where she was "Oh shit! I meant sorry I didn't mean to be in your way I was just dazing of.....a little to much." she walked out of the cafeteria almost about to die from embarrassment.
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Oct 11, 2009 17:47:32 GMT -8
Two zombies down. Excellent. Daniel made a thumbs up, though it was to whatever force had restored Sherrie and Samantas' brain power. He put his arm back down to his side and sighed. C'est la vie, he thought. Though, he couldn't figure out why he thought that. Maybe he'd had too much french today. He facepalmed. Someone please shoot my brain. Now.
((Wooooow. That was baaaaad. *shoots brain* So did not mean it that way. Please believe me.))
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Post by Sherrie Blackwell on Oct 12, 2009 17:27:25 GMT -8
Sherrie nodded to the blaring beat of her headphones. "It's 'kay," Sherrie responded, "Are there any more of the brownies?"
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Post by Oliver (Kevin) Lee on Oct 12, 2009 17:35:39 GMT -8
Oliver walked in, still carrying his backpack and rolling his suitcase. The man from the front desk was facepalming, and a girl was listening to something on her iPhone... and he could hear it all the way from here. There was a man who looked like he was the chef. Oliver walked up to the counter, where Jacques was. "Excuse me, are you serving dinner?"
(((WOOOOW. NO, OLIVER. WE DON'T SERVE DINNER. THIS IS THE LIBRARY.)))
(((edit: sorry. I thought I typed that differently, but I guess I pressed ctrl+z before I sent the post or something.)))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 12, 2009 18:55:30 GMT -8
Jacques poured the cooked pasta into a strainer over the sink and held up one finger to Oliver to let him know that he'd be with him in a moment. Quickly, he dumped the now dry noodles back into the pot and added the butter, mik, and suspicious orange powder. After stirring rapidly to assure himself it was mixed, Jacques wiped his hands on his jeans and turned to the new arrival.
"Yes, but it's not quite ready yet. I hope you like macaroni and cheese, Mr...?"
((Remm: ... Why.
Ollie: Sorry I didn't have time to make calamari.))
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Post by Victoria LeBrun on Oct 12, 2009 19:16:19 GMT -8
((WHOO! Mac 'n cheese  but I do think that the RemmCen needs an official chef. Who agrees? Say 'aye'! Lol, just kidding. Sort of xD)) |
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Post by Lily Mathers on Oct 12, 2009 19:18:23 GMT -8
((Remm: *turns to self* I'm confused, why what? *puts hands on hips in a girly manner*
OtherRemm: *collapses onto the floor, asleep*
Remm: ... God damnit. *hits other self with Russia's pipe*))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 12, 2009 19:18:38 GMT -8
((Aye. Jacqui can only cook weird food.))
((Modifying so it makes sense))
Jacques put the macaroni and cheese out, as well as several plastic bowls and asome silverware.
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Post by Victoria LeBrun on Oct 12, 2009 19:24:00 GMT -8
((Remm's conversations with himself confuse me so.))
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Post by Lily Mathers on Oct 12, 2009 20:10:16 GMT -8
((*nods* That is why...he only makes sence to me. *points at self* You see. *puts and arm around Remm* we're like-
Remm: *takes out a bazooka* Personal bubble.))
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Post by Oliver (Kevin) Lee on Oct 12, 2009 20:46:01 GMT -8
((Oliver: *screams and takes cover under random table*
me: He isn't pointing it at you, you squid.
Stop squirming around and get outta that table or I'll make calamari outta you.))
"Lee. Oliver Lee. Thank you. I'm fine with macaroni and cheese." He nodded at Jacques. 'Brownies for snack and macaroni cheese for dinner? What is this, an elementary school?!?' He hid this thought and quickly added, "And you are?..."
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Post by Riv Hultor on Oct 13, 2009 5:36:37 GMT -8
Riv walked in really hungry after all he hadn't eaten lunch. He walked oover and surved himself what was for dinner it was macaroni and cheese for dinner and a brownie. Riv sat at a table he took small bites of his macaroni and looked up thinking about what his brother said Don'yt just sit around reading a newspaper dated 1964 he didn't get the saying very well Riv never read newspapers anyway.
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Post by Momo Edytha on Oct 13, 2009 5:43:39 GMT -8
Momo waked up to the line today it was macaroni and cheese with brownies. It sounded good and just perfect for how she was feeling she took her food and sat at the table Riv sat at. She took out a sketch pad and pen and began righting a poem about the macaroni and cheese with brownies. "Hi Riv what are you thinking about? You look really confused."
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Oct 13, 2009 15:28:37 GMT -8
Jacques smiled at the children and then answered Mr Lee. "My names is Jacques. I'm the butler here at the Remmington Center."
((You guys, I hadn't actually put the food out yet.... Oh well. I'll modify my post.))
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Post by Victoria LeBrun on Oct 13, 2009 15:32:35 GMT -8
Victoria looked up, noticing that everyone was already serving themselves some food. Macaroni and cheese...? Well, beggars can't be choosers, I suppose... she thought. It wasn't out of spite, simply curiousity. She thought it a bit strange that such simple food was supplied. But it wasfree and the kids liked it. She stood and walked over, getting herself a portion and going back to the spot she'd been sitting in. ((Children are animals; they roll on the floor and jump on the counters  )) |
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but I do think that the RemmCen needs an official chef. Who agrees? Say 'aye'!
))