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Dining Area
By: APerfectDarkness Date: November 22, 2013, 1:11 am
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The large dining area has many tables at which the many
different groups of friends can be seen sitting together,
talking and laughing most days. Being on campus all week, the
students eat most every meal at the dining area, so it is almost
always loud with the buzz from all the chatter and laughter
echoing through the hall.
Food at the dining hall is usually decent, although it could
be better, but the overall quality is pretty good with the
occasional exception. The cuisine also tends to vary, and may be
from one country one day and a totally different one the next,
so there is usually a good variety along with basic regular
items on the menu.
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Re: Dining Area
By: morethanmusic Date: November 25, 2013, 1:51 am
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Clarence Morgan
Best time of move-in day. Eating whatever the hell he wanted to
when the dining hall opened.
Some of his friends used to call the place "Fig Newton" because
they could guess what kind of food was inside, but they never
could be really sure, and they sometimes only ate it because it
was the last thing to eat. Not that it was terrible, but the
repetition was made for the ease of the workers, not the general
population.
Strolling up to the door, he held the door open for a couple
girls that were wandering up. They looked pretty young; maybe
freshman. Seemed unsure. He waved them on it ahead of him,
smiling nicely as they scampered inside. Winking at the cashier
as he walked up, he asked her how she was doing before she had
the chance to ask him, telling her in return that today was
great. First day of freedom. Hell yes. Once his card was tucked
into his pocket, he looked around, popping his knuckles.
Time for the food, man. Time for the food.
He grabbed a plate and walked up to the line, smirking at the
familiar old lady behind the counter. "Yo, Phyllis! How goes it,
my girl? Give me a little of everything you can, with the extra
bacon. Gotta gear up for the school year, ya know?" Chuckling,
he shuffled aside as a couple people got in line behind him,
taking his plate back from Phyllis and starting to pour syrup
over everything. "God damn, I missed eating whatever the hell I
want... Don't get me wrong, Cheetos and spaghetti are good, but
every night? Not my style."
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Re: Dining Area
By: PintoMello Date: November 25, 2013, 3:02 am
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Amelia Hughes
Amelia smiled to herself when she walked into the dinning hall
and looked at the large display of foods. Her stomach growled so
loudly that a few passing people gave her weird looks and
giggled, but when she glared at them they looked away and kept
walking.
Walking up and down the stairs to her new dorm room carrying her
stuff had been exhausting, but at least she had gotten
everything up. It probably would have been easier if she had
used the elevator, but Amelia hadn't felt like waiting for there
to be enough room for her to squish in through the constantly
crowded hallway.
The dining hall was likewise crowded, so she got into the
closest line. Amelia wasn't very picky when it came to food, as
long as there was plenty of it.
"Yo, Phyllis! How goes it, my girl? Give me a little of
everything you can, with the extra bacon. Gotta gear up for the
school year, ya know?" She heard the guy in front of her say to
the serving lady. He had short blonde hair and looked very
athletic. From what he had said to the lady behind the counter,
he had been here often enough to remember her name.
"God damn, I missed eating whatever the hell I want... Don't get
me wrong, Cheetos and spaghetti are good, but every night? Not
my style."
Amelia almost laughed, because that sounded like something she
would say herself, but she was distracted because the lady asked
her what she wanted.
"Hmm. I'll take as much sausage and eggs as possible. And...
Some hash browns." Amelia said, pointing at the requested food
as she spoke.
She took her plate back and stood next to the blonde guy as they
both poured syrup on their food. Amelia glanced around, having a
sudden craving for a stack of pancakes. She decided to ask the
obviously-not-new guy, since she didn't want to get back in line
just to ask an employee.
Amelia tapped his shoulder.
"Hey, where are the pancakes? I didn't see any when I was in
line..."
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Re: Dining Area
By: morethanmusic Date: November 25, 2013, 3:21 am
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Clarence Morgan
He spun on his heel as someone touched him impatiently. "Yo!" he
said in greeting, eyebrows raised. It was girl, no less, but one
he looked pretty all-business about food, judging by her plate.
"What up?"
"Hey, where are the pancakes? I didn't see any when I was in
line..." she said, seeming extremely concerned.
What was that? Was this one of his people?
He grinned, straightening. "Little lady, you are about to see
the invention of your lifetime." He nodded his head to the
counter across the walkway, shuffling over and shifting to hold
his plate in one hand, doing a wide, sweeping gesture to show
her the pancake maker. "Meet the Pancake Printer 5000, the
Firebolt of pancake makers, the most fabulous piece of machinery
in here. It makes all other pancake makers look like day-old
spuds, and works as simple as pie." He leaned a bit closer,
lowering his voice with seriousness. "And pie's pretty damn
good, amirite?" Leaning back, he put an empty plate down and
pressed a button. "Watch this shit. Press a button, and
hell-steam pancakes fucking pop out of this hardworking little
bastard." Two pancakes slid out, one after another, the smell
filling the air and making his stomach twist happily.
"You want to try this, right? I cannot oversell this little
bitch. It's so damn cool." He slid to the side so she could get
closer and take a look for herself.
"This is such the shit." He held up the plate. "You want these,
or you wanna make your own? You look like a can-do kind of
girl."
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Re: Dining Area
By: PintoMello Date: November 25, 2013, 4:55 am
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Amelia Hughes
The blonde guy turned as soon as she touched him. "Yo!" he said.
"What up?"
"Hey, where are the pancakes? I didn't see any when I was in
line..."
"Little lady, you are about to see the invention of your
lifetime." He nodded his head to the counter across the walkway,
striding over and shifting to hold his plate in one hand, doing
a wide, sweeping gesture to show her the pancake maker. Amelia
followed him, her interest and hunger peaking.
"Meet the Pancake Printer 5000, the Firebolt of pancake makers,
the most fabulous piece of machinery in here. It makes all other
pancake makers look like day-old spuds, and works as simple as
pie." He leaned a bit closer, lowering his voice with
seriousness. "And pie's pretty damn good, amirite?"
Amelia just grinned at him. She had found her kindred spirit.
Leaning back, he put an empty plate down and pressed a button.
Amelia was keeping a close eye on which button he pressed so
that she could do it herself. "Watch this shit. Press a button,
and hell-steam pancakes fucking pop out of this hardworking
little bastard." Two pancakes slid out, one after another, the
smell filling the air and making Amelia inhale deeply and sigh
in bliss.
"You want to try this, right? I cannot oversell this little
bitch. It's so damn cool." Amelia's eyes were transfixed on the
place were the pancakes had come out of.
"That is freaking amazing. I think I'm in love."
He held up the plate, offering it to her. "You want these, or
you wanna make your own? You look like a can-do kind of girl."
"Heck yeah, I wanna try!" Amelia almost shoved the guy over
while trying to get to the magical machine.
She slammed a plate onto the counter and pressed the button,
eagerly watching as pancakes fell onto her plate. When she had a
small stack of pancakes on her plate, Amelia turned back towards
her new-found friend and threw her arms around him in a hug.
"This thing is awesome! Why haven't I heard of this marvelous
invention before?! Whoever came up with it must be a god."
Amelia let him go and smiled at him approvingly. "I really
appreciate you showing me this wonderful way of acquiring a
pancake. I hope you know this means you are now one of my
favorite people in the world." She stuck out her hand for a
shake. "Amelia's my name, eating 'til I have to be rolled out
the door is my game."
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Re: Dining Area
By: morethanmusic Date: December 9, 2013, 9:45 pm
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Clarence Morgan
He had an easy time giving her a pretty damn good spiel about
the pancake printer. For a guy who was serious about food, this
was pretty important.
As the pancakes popped out, they both kind of took in a reverent
breath, smiling to themselves.
Yeah, that was the effect food had on cool people.
"You want to try this, right? I cannot oversell this little
bitch. It's so damn cool."
Staring at the printer intently, she seemed dazed for a moment.
"That is freaking amazing. I think I'm in love."
Smirking, Clarence ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, pancakes
and I coupled together tend to have that kind of effect," he
said, his voice low and playful. He laughed before holding up
the plate to her and asking if she wanted them or to make her
own.
"Heck yeah, I wanna try!" she exclaimed, pushing him aside
excitedly. He held his hands up in mock-surrender, chuckling as
he leaned against the counter. She kept pressing the button
until she had a decent serving, and he nodded in approval.
"Damn straight, that's a human-sized pile of pancakes."
He was a bit surprised when she jumped him by way of a hug.
Finally, he found his laughter after a few moments, giving her a
momentary tight squeeze before loosening his grip. Honestly, he
was surprised she still held on after that, but she seemed
pretty comfortable with herself. That was significant.
"This thing is awesome! Why haven't I heard of this marvelous
invention before?! Whoever came up with it must be a god."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "All food engineers are gods.
Like the dude that came up with a chocolate milk dispenser. Or
soft serve icecream. Or, fuck yes, warmers for nacho cheese and
hot fudge." Clarence punched the air triumphantly. "Food, baby,
food food food."
She stepped back now, sending him a smile that he returned with
a grin. "I really appreciate you showing me this wonderful way
of acquiring a pancake. I hope you know that you are now one of
my favorite people in the world."
Shrugging, Clarence shook the hand she had extended to him.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," he said with a wink, putting syrup on
his pancakes. "But you seem pretty smooth yourself, doll."
"Amelia's my name, eating 'til I have to be rolled out the door
is my game."
"Oh, that plan," he said, pausing with mock wonder, "That plan
is pretty damn good." He glanced around, tilting his head
slightly to the side. "Hey, I've got a spot over by a window in
my sights. You wanna sit with me?"
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