Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

[turntechtrainer]

Characters: Dave Strider of the game transplant type and YOU
Setting: Outside room 3-04, and the cafeteria
Format: Action but if you want prose, bring it and I'll match you.
Summary: So you heard about those two pokemon trainers? Well there is a third...
Warnings: Language, probably. Will update as needed.

Room 3-04

[Going to bed and waking up somewhere new had only happened twice in Dave's life. He wasn't a fan of before and now is no different. Some part of him expected it. Like how his dreams are full of mazes, the screeching of crows, and death painted in so many colorful ways. Once the waking hour happens, he tends to push it out of his head.

Not thinking about it has been his best friend. Unfortunately, now he has to consider it because of a letter. Then again, if it had been old gold tooth who brought him here, he'd expect to be space dust.

He stands in the hallway just outside room 3-04 and frowns down at his pokegear. The piece of shit just isn't connecting which is stupid. It has perfect signal, usually. Dave is different from the one any tower resident would be familiar with. He's clearly older, fairly tall, and starting to fill out and take on more of a resemblance to his parents.

He stuffs the gear into the pocket of his dark coat and looks to the flame maned unicorn to his left.] Don't look at me, man. I got nothing to even say about this. If you're along for the ride that means either I'm asleep, so, stand by for murder by the ticking clock, or, who even knows.

[He reaches out to pat her nose, giving it a reassuring rub with a sigh.] If it's Team Rocket don't settle for hot foot. Roast their shorts.


Cafeteria


[By this point, he's gotten hungry. Anyone treading into the cafeteria will find one blond haired shade wearing douche of a guy in a dark coat sitting between two large dragons. None of them look all that pleased with the food but they're eating the stupid oatmeal anyway. Dave wasn't the only one that got so hopelessly spoiled on Jane's cooking.

Sitting wrapped up in a knitted scarf (red, green, purple, and blue), is a large egg. Dave keeps checking on it, sometimes shifting so he can keep an eye on his scaled bros and the egg at the same time. After a while he just transfers it to his lap where he knows it will be safe.]

Comments

[turntechtrainer]

[He's in no hurry to take his hand back.] Ugh. Nutritional bars always taste like dirt or something off the sidewalk.

I saw all the sweets but, only got offered this stuff which is...edible. [Which is all he can say about it.]

Any time we can ever take over the kitchen and make our own food? I know a little bit. I mean between you, me, and John we could make something.

[tentacletrainer]

Exactly. Try eating that for an entire month, Dave. I was starving. Wasting away. There was to be nothing left of me except John practically force fed me to avoid that.

And be glad you were offered that first. If you don't eat the oatmeal, anything else you eat will just come right back up. As unpleasant and bland as the oatmeal is. [[Sympathetic hand squeeze. Oh how she had to fight with John about that one.]]

We can but all we have to work with is whatever is used for the meals. Meaning nutritional bar month leaves the cupboards and refrigerator stocked with nothing but nutritional bars. At least from my experience. Though perhaps we could at least cook decent hamburgers this month.

[[And now there's a pause as she thinks.]]

Actually, now that I think about it we have quite a bit to work with. Soups and sandwich makings, the beef...we could probably make some delicious stuff.

And by we I'm pretty sure I mean John, right?

[turntechtrainer]

Hey, I can help! I didn't just let Jane do all the work. [Since she had a lot of romance drama and he wanted to take her mind off of it. Partly why Pineco headbutting happened. That and he wanted to learn how to make fresh apple juice and any kind of juice.

Maybe, just maybe, so whenever they parted ways the good food thing could continue.]

Any idea why the oatmeal has been the first meal here? Does it have to do with my shiny new neck accessory?

[tentacletrainer]

Can you? So it's just me who is useless beyond candy then. [[Chuckling, she rests her chin in her hand.]]

It might. I really have no idea why. It just is.

[turntechtrainer]

It doesn't take much to pick up. All you need to do is practice a bit and the stuff comes to you. [He nods and takes a few more bites of the bland oatmeal.]

John could instruct us, like he's some guru. [He could get their attention off all this bullshit and onto something a little more positive.]

[tentacletrainer]

Now, the question is do I want to practice or would it be more enjoyable to have the two of you feed me? [[And now she finally - finally - starts picking at her sandwich.

Picking because who knows what kinds of candy might be lurking in there.]]

[turntechtrainer]

If you practice, you can rib on us and our performance. Oh wait you could do that anyway. [He's a little curious. Dave wants to see what the food is like even if he's stuck chowing down stupid oatmeal that isn't even made right.

It's not that hard to make a good steaming bowl of this stuff. Maybe a little fruit on top and a bit of cinnamon...]

[tentacletrainer]

I will be the harshest food critic you will ever meet, Dave. Are you sure you want to plant that kind of idea in my head?

[[God she had wished so hard that they had something to dress that oatmeal up with when she first had to eat it. And then of course when she finally choked it down, it was nutritional bars that had nutritional bars to use as seasoning...]]

Come on now, you know my eating habits. Outside of take out pizza.

[turntechtrainer]

Why not, it will give us something to do. [Besides what he plans to do which is train the fuck out of himself until swinging a blade is once against as easy as drawing and swinging it. He's pretty sure right now his swings will go too wide and he'll not have the fine control to speed right on up the ladder until the metal makes a silver sheen in the air.]

And you know mine, well okay maybe not as well now. Or maybe you do, because John is just as crazy in the kitchen. Why are Crockerberts wizzes of that land. Why.