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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 13:51:39 GMT -4
"Um.... right..." Scott said. "Shall we start that tour?" He asked, wrapping an arm around Theresa so she didn't notice the dark glare Logan was giving them all.
"Calm down, Logan, she doesn't know...." Hank whispered to Logan, who was trying not to stab the girl.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 13:55:56 GMT -4
Elizabeth's head tilted to the side as she caught the whispering. She had been tested back home and her hearing was pretty sensitive. "Who doesn't know what?" she asked innocently, scaring just about everyone.
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 14:09:16 GMT -4
"Oh, don't worry about them." Kurt said, walking over to Elizabeth. "Let's start this tour before we're left behind." He nodded to Scott and Theresa, who were already headed toward the door.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 14:13:58 GMT -4
Elizabeth pulled out her cellphone and flipped it open to look at the clock. "Well, it's noon. Lunch anyone?"
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 14:17:56 GMT -4
"Sounds good." Kurt said, his stomach growling. "Where's the cafeteria?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 14:22:39 GMT -4
"This way," Elizabeth said, leading the troop into MacDave and the dining hall. "I really wish Sarah's was open. The food's better there," she pouted.
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 14:27:10 GMT -4
“This is a really lovely campus.” Hank said as he walked.
“Uh… don’t you normally complain about the dining hall?” Scott asked.
“Can’t be much worse than some of the stuff the students back at the mansion have cooked up.” Logan said, crossing his arms.
“Ja, you’ve never had to face Kitty’s cooking.” Kurt agreed.
Theresa just laughed. “Oh, but you’ve never had a good Wilson meal!”
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 14:37:01 GMT -4
The Dining Hall was simply furnished, but still showed the grandeur of the structure’s age. A portrait of a woman, dressed in a simple black dress with a white collar and a black background, as was the style in the Civil War when it was painted, hung upon the now-unused fireplace. They showed meal tags and guest passes to the cashier at the door, and placed their coats (and cloaks) down at an empty table. The passing of males, mutant or not, sparked a lot of conversation.
“Um… Theresa? Aren’t there guy students here?” Scott asked a tad bit nervously as an entire table of girls in riding gear started checking him out.
“Of course not. This is a women’s college,” Elizabeth said with a small giggle. "I told you that."
“Yeah, y’all might want to watch yourselves. A guy can git into a lot a’trouble here.” Theresa said as she led the group into the kitchen.
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 14:43:24 GMT -4
It was there the four learned to appreciate Kitty’s cooking. They grabbed trays, silverware, and plates and then wandered about, trying to decide what to risk first. Over and undercooked vegetables, and meats of various creatures were laid out in metal carts and bins. Kurt took a hamburger from the line placed in front of a grill being worked by an oddly cheerful workstudy student who seemed a bit too perky in the light of the heat of the grill and the French fry vats. He moved on to the next setup, seeing “popcorn chix” that was revealed on a quick taste test to contain next to no meat at all. Some lunchmeats sat out without cover or ice. Kurt did take a piece of cake and a few cookies, though.
Back at the table, Theresa was contentedly munching on her most common meal- an overcooked hot dog drowning in ketchup, and a bowl of minced carrots, cheese, tomatoes, bacon bits, and a generous helping of non-fat free ranch dressing she called a salad. The lettuce was too wilted to bother with. Scott sat next to her, having helped himself to some cream of broccoli soup, a plate of French fries, and what he hoped was a steak. Logan came out with two steaks, a burger, and a brownie. Hank had sat down before Theresa, and was watching the bowl of spaghetti he had gotten with interest.
“Fascinating…” He mused as Elizabeth sat down, having decided on the generally safe food of cereal.
“What?” She asked.
“This sauce has seemed to become a primordial ooze, and there is life in it!” Hank said. A tentacle of spaghetti sauce stole one of Scott’s French fries.
“Don’t analyze it, just eat it.” Theresa said, munching on a bite of salad. “That stuff’s been out since last year.”
“Christine, why do the burgers taste so funny?” Kurt asked, putting his burger down.
“Don’t know.” She replied.
“I don’t think I got the wrong soup.” Scott said. Theresa looked.
“You got the cream of broccoli. It’s white, the other was a reddish- green chili.”
“But there’s an awful lot of peppers and onions in here.” Scott replied, stirring the soup to try to find the broccoli.
“Eh, it’s how they cook.” Theresa shrugged. Scott gave up and moved on to the steak.
“Steak’s a bit tough.” Logan warned Scott, who was considering cutting through the plate a bit easier than cutting through the steak.
“Tough… right….” He shook the steak off his fork, blinking when it bounced onto Theresa’s now-empty plate.
“Ugh, Scott! Keep your non-edibles on your own tray!” She said, dumping the steak back onto Scott’s plate.
“Sorry, but I didn’t know they bounced.” Scott said. He tried a French fry. It tasted like a week old McDonalds French fry reheated in a microwave. “Bleh.”
“They’re better with a lot of ketchup.” Theresa said. “And Hank, just eat already. We’re almost done, and I don’t want to stick around too long.”
“But… it’s sentient! It has its own language.” He protested, listening to the blob gurgle at him.
“You can’t take dining hall food out of the dining hall.” Elizabeth said, not liking the thought of anyone gaining a pet sauce-blob.
“Kitty’s cooking is starting to look better.” Kurt said, still very hungry. He’d nearly broken his teeth on the cookies. The only one seemingly satisfied was Logan, who called them all “wusses.”
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 14:50:41 GMT -4
When Theresa took her tray up, a girl who beat three others who had rushed to move into her spot immediately replaced her.
“That’s my seat and I want it back.” She growled.
“Fine.” The girl replied, shrugging before giving a sultry look to Scott, who looked a bit fearful of the sudden gathering of females around the table.
“Back off, vultures. They’re all taken.” Elizabeth said, taking Kurt’s arm. "We have tour guide duty. Had you signed up, then you could have been with them. But since you didn't, back the hell off."
“Oh, poo.” The girl said, glaring at Theresa, who gave them a triumphant grin before taking her tray up. “Oh, but surely you’d like me more…” The girl said, moving closer to Scott. Logan chuckled. Scott glared at him before hastily fleeing, tray in hand, to follow Theresa.
The focus shifted to Kurt, who was almost nervous enough to just bamf out of the hall. Elizabeth took her tray and Kurt up and far from the pack of girls, who despite all odds fell on the two remaining men. In the ensuing chaos, the sauce-blob made a break for it, vanishing under the door and out into the great outdoors.
When the two girls and young men returned, fighting off the girls to get the two men out, the table looked like a small war zone. Theresa managed to extract them without serious injury, although both looked spooked.
“I think I need to go back to the room…” Hank said, holding his head.
“Me, too.” Logan said. “I’d rather face Sabretooth or even Magneto more than that mob!”
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 14:59:53 GMT -4
Theresa led them over to Norland Hall, where the guest rooms were. It was nearly identical to Edgar, where they'd checked in. She led them up to their rooms on the second floor.
The rooms were furnished in the style they had been when they were dorms. Most of the furniture was very old and the beds creaked loudly.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 15:12:38 GMT -4
"Excuse me a moment," Elizabeth said, walking into the room and heading straight for the bathroom in the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Oh, shite," Theresa breathed. "She's having a panic attack."
"Wha-huh?" Scott asked, looking at Theresa.
"The crowd at the table freaked her. She can't handle crowds."
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 15:17:26 GMT -4
"Oh." Scott said. "How long...?"
"Until she's settled. Dunno how long." Theresa said. "Just leave her be, and she'll be out in a few minutes."
Kurt sat down on the bed. It creaked loudly and the wooden frame groaned.
"Um, are these beds safe?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2004 15:20:43 GMT -4
"Probably not," Theresa said, shrugging. "But the school doesn't care."
Hank looked at Logan. "Must resist urge to play doctor."
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Post by taeladragonfox on Oct 20, 2004 16:15:52 GMT -4
Theresa grinned. "Anyway, Scott, if you still want to see more of the campus I'd be happy to show you around."
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