Pinnacle -Lock please-

[DRdoctorlady]

Oh yes. Until most of the food rots away and the water pipes aren't servicing the water fountains :3
I'd probably end up wandering around until I eventually starved. I am, unfortunately, a very picky eater.
WHICH!
Leads me to a later escapade. But not today. Tomorrow maybe.

[King Abi]

yeah, but i could allways live off of tinned tomatoes, crackers, and jars and jars of olives- and if that fails- i shall get to work on the alcohol isle :S ahhh actuall cant wait for monday now- even if i do have double maths :L ♥

[AngelInWaiting]

I would never have the guts to leave that building 0.0 Scarrrryyyy. And more suspense.

Haha, I love Jarrah's banter with anybody, it's always hilarious xD

[DRdoctorlady]

Oddly, I sorta do want to go back to school. My odd friends are usually weird enough to make ideas sprout in mah head.

Jarrah's conversations are similar to mine in real life, except normaller, awesomer, and smart-alecky-er :D That, I believe, is because I get to sit there for five minutes coming up with a good comeback for her XD

[AngelInWaiting]

Haha, I know, if only I got to sit and think about a good retort in real life banter xD

[DRdoctorlady]

This is why someone needs to invent a pause button on life.
And you see, this is why Jarrah gets to awesomeify herself.
SO!
I write more. Perhaps an escapade. I got a real life friend to read this ^^ She says she likes Ice and Dagger.
:D

Ice Escapade, #3
"Laurels is SICK?" Ice asked, his voice quiet and deadly. Coon smiled nervously.
"Yeah and Jarrah, Grasswhistle and Dagger are off on a raid... And Rosethorn is hunting in the woods..." He took a step back just in case Ice decided to explode.
"So you expect me, to cook you depraved cretins dinner?" Ice drawled, his eyes cold and unemotionless. Coon took another step back.
"Err yeah. I don't know how, Break hates fire, Laurels can't get up to cook, and Badger-"
"Why can't you guys eat jerky? Crackers? Pickles?" Ice's face was still impassive. Coon almost laughed at how he said pickles, then decided against it.
"We ran out. But we have some raw unsmoked meat we caught a few days ago and some veges. We can't eat the meat without cooking it first. So we still need more preserved foods. That's why everyone else is off getting... it..." Coon scrambled away and down the ladder for the hayloft where Ice had been dozing. Ice darted forward and perched on the edge, his palms and feet gripping the old wood. He glared down at Coon.
"Fine then," He said, quiet and dangerous again. "I'll cook." And with that, he jumped off the edge onto the apropriate mattress and stalked towards the kitchen.
* * *
Ice sat and stared at the large hunk of meat sitting in front of him. He didn't really know what to do. He never had a chance to learn how to cook. Personally, eating something that wouldn't kill him was enough. Sighing, he flipped out his knife and started slicing the drained meat into pieces.
After they were cut into workable pieces he went and got one of the pots. He poured in some clean water and threw in the pieces of meat. They made a dull plunk. Ice then went to the spice cabinet, grabbed a pot of salt, and threw in a large chunk. It didn't look appetizing at all. Shrugging, he tossed some tomatoes in. Did you have to cut the core out first or something? Ah, well, it isn't poison.
Lugging the heavy pot across the deserted shack of a home, he struggled over to the firepit and went over to it. The fire wasn't up yet. At least he knew how to manage this.
In a few minutes, there was a crackling fire. Satisfied, he trots over to the makeshift grille made of the side of a metal shopping cart. Tromping back over to the fireplace, he sets the grille over the fire and put the pot on top. He pulled up a chair and watched the food slowly cook.
* * *
"Umm... What's the... err... brownish black spots?" Rosethorn asked, poking hesitantly at her paper plate.
"Its the meat," Ice said irritably. He speared a piece of said mysterious brown object and inspected it before popping it in his mouth.
Rose politely ate a bite, before setting aside the plate.
"I'm good for the night," She said, her voice queasy. Ice snorted.
Meanwhile, Coon wasn't so polite. He appeared to be throwing up.
"What was the red mushy stuff?" He groaned.
"Tomatoes... And I think the white parts are the seeds," Ice growled.
"Aren't you supposed to remove those first?" Coon coughed.
"Hmmm..."
Break just sat there and ate it. Badger didn't seem to care, chowing down. Flyby had long since abandoned attempting to eat the red and brown mush and was carefully seperating the meat and the tomatoes, her fork lying abandoned next to her. Ice scowled and ate another bite. Laurels was hunched in on herself, slowly forcing the meal down. Jarrah, Grasswhistle, and Dagger have yet to come back and probably wouldn't for the next two days.
"It's not that bad," Ice said defensively. Coon snorted, but nobody said anything.
Flyby got up and toddled over to Ice. She laid her hands on his knees and looked up at him sincerely.
"Not bad. Awful." She smiled, then walked away.

[DRdoctorlady]

Sorreh. That one I didn't like as much. Not many funny things (and teh escapades are meant to be funny) that Ice does. He's a very serious sort of guy.

[Ser'reth]

Hehehe, Flyby's so cute!

[DRdoctorlady]

I am getting back on my roll though so thats good ^-^ I've posted sections for the past two days and wrote an escapade today as well. :D

And jes. Flyby is a very wonderful person :D

[11zoey11]

the escapade kinda reminds me of when my sister cooks