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Who: Everyone
When: Day 3, morning
Where: 1st floor cafeteria
What: pressing concerns of a nutritional nature

[Quinn is in the cafeteria, in a staring contest with her daily apple. There is a sad gurgle from her stomach.]

How long d-does it take a garden to g-grow stuff anyway...

[Maybe it's time for everyone to touch base on how food efforts are coming along?? Or about other things. Whatever your hearts fancy.]

((OOC: Open mingle for everyone!! I'll be tagging around after a nap.))

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[ the concrete path gets more broken as it goes, undermined by tree-roots and the passage of time. eventually, it reaches an area where dirt paths break off, trails made by animals frequently cutting through going off to a meadow. ignoring the dirt trails, the path continues into the deep woods ]

[Well, we're looking for animals. Makes sense to follow the animal trails.]

[Taking one toward the meadow.]

[ the meadow is crowded with grasses, flowers, weeds, some of which you recognize from the game Avavoth ran, growing wild and tall. away from the shadow of the woods, you can see. . . it looks sort of like a pair of deer, but instead of soft hide, it looks more like the leathery armored shell of an armadillo. They don't appear to have noticed you yet. ]

[Glances back toward Hush to make eye contact, then flicks one finger toward the deer. He raises his eyebrows, like he's asking a question.]

[...some of the knives quietly float higher in the air and flip around so their points are aimed at the deer.

Hush points at the knives and then makes a flicking motion in the direction of the deer.]

[He holds up a finger — a gesture to wait. Then he points at himself and makes a half-circles with the same raised finger, out toward the deer.]

[He falls back toward the tree line to circle around toward the other side of the deer.]

Edited 2014-09-11 04:12 (UTC)

[ the deer are alert, now, hearing rustling in the grass. but they haven't bolted— they expect predation from dog packs, and there's not enough movement to be one of those. ]

[Hush crouches down where she is as carefully as she can, trying to stay sort-of hidden while Bucky does...whatever it is he wants to do.]

[When he's far enough around that either of them startling the deer would probably make them bolt toward the other, he realizes deciding on some kind of get-ready signal beforehand might have helped. Oops. :|a]

[Well. She'll figure it out. He rustles the grass a little, to try and get the attention of the deer without making them go nuts and take off just yet.]

[waits?? preps more knives for flinging??? WHAT IS HAPPENING]

Edited 2014-09-12 01:50 (UTC)

[Terrible planning, apparently!]

[If they're not looking now they never will be. HOPE SHE'S READY because he's standing up, in plain sight, and throwing his kitchen knife toward them to try and flush them her way.]

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