Day 44: Lunch

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

That had been a very frustrating shower. For many reasons. At least Raine was going to at least look at Forte. Hopefully, she'll actually heal him. The showers had also succeeded in making the ninja feel like a pervert. A mild one, but still... It was as if Yukari had picked that spot in the showers because she knew the ninja could easily see her.

Ugh! Damn youkai.

Squirreling herself away in a corner of the cafeteria, Sheena finger combed her wet hair before pulling it back with the bright red ribbon. She so needed her own hair ribbon back. She was attempting to formulate her plan of acquisition - she was ninja after all - as people started trickling into the room. The plan was put on pause, though, when her stomach rumbled.

Food now - plan later.

[Closed to Haseo and Endrance]

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Fight. Attack. MONSTER. Starscream had heard rumors that the nights were filled with strange creatures, but hearing a first-hand account of their reality filled him with a strange sense of dread. He placed the hamburger waiting for his mouth back on the plate and glared at Forte, first at his bandaged arm and then back into his optics.

"Monster? What... what, exactly, was it?" he asked, more curious than anything at the moment. The worst Starscream had encountered was that dragon back in the 500s, and even that was scared away by simple gunpowder. He had no delusions that the same tactic would work in this strange world.

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Forte continued with his meal between talking, his appetite not at all deterred. He was amused by Starscream obviously getting uncomfortable, and continued tormenting the coward.

"Oh, it was a great big cat," he held his free hand at about the height of the table, maybe exaggerating the size a bit. "It had these huge claws and teeth, and kept jumping at my face. I stopped it with my arm, though, so I'm okay now, and my arm and side are healing."

Man, these onion rings were good, he'd have to remember them.

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

"Hmph," Starscream smirked in return, chewing on one of the onion rings idly. Not bad, but a bit too oily for my tastes. "And here I thought it was something more... formidable. So you sacrificed your arm to a few feline bites, huh?"

Picking up the burger again, Starscream took a bite, then started speaking, still ignorant of the custom of NOT doing that very thing. "Was it worth it, Forte? Did your 'selfless' sacrifice get you anything worthwhile that night?" His smirk widened further still.

[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

Of all the shameless-

Forte would have stood to look down at Starscream if he could, bur he leaned forward and shouted just the same, "I'd like to see you face that thing down and survive! Have you even been on the second floor? Of course, you couldn't fight that cat because we killed it!"

He sat back again and continued to glare. "And we got weapons and supplies for making explosives. To knock down more doors." He actually kept forgetting about the stuff they'd stolen that night, but that was hardly the point.

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

Starscream suddenly choked on one of the onion rings. Coughing violently, he managed to dislodge it from his throat and spit it onto the tray in front of him, but for now the vulgar display wasn't what phased him.

"Explosives? You... you found ingredients to make explosives?" Starscream's fists tightened in anger as he glared at Forte, as if he had personally offended the Decepticon with his actions. How... what could... how could I lose out like this? If he... if that formula gets into Megatron's hands... No, calm down, Starscream. Think this through.

But he was too incensed to be lucid at the moment. He'd broken his FOOT for Primacron's sake, all to get just TWO of the three ingredients he needed, and the third one wasn't even readily available on the premises. Perhaps... perhaps, if he had time, he could make the charcoal on his own... but Forte's words struck deep into his laser core. Another advantage RUINED because Starscream could not think his own plans all the way through.

Mulling over his mumbled words for a moment, he finally looked up, eyes shaky with simmering rage. "What... heheheh... what kind of explosives are you making? Trinitrotoluene? Nitroglycerine? Cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine?" Starscream bit his lip, holding back his frustrations so as not to betray his anger to any treacherous Decepticons nearby.

[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

Well. That shut him up. It was Forte's turn to look smug at Starscream's reaction. He still didn't know anything about the chemicals he stole, but that didn't stop him bragging. "I don't know, I got it for some Zex guy. Chemicals and containers, up in the chemical storage room, past a lab. But you wouldn't want to go up there if you don't want to get in a fight."