[He's starving.

They're getting old, the hunger pangs that Pride has inherited from his little brother Gluttony. No matter what he's tried to eat in the last couple days, it hasn't been anywhere near satisfying. His attention has been suffering as a result of not eating enough

He's already having to restrain himself from eating those humans he's passed by today as it is. He couldn't risk it yet. Those who had friends would surely note their disappearance. He needs to learn more, see who he could use and who could disappear with no concern.

But first, something must be done about this hunger.

The shelter kitchen stands silent at the moment. His container standing watch for anyone coming in for an afternoon snack or tea, his shadow goes to work. Thin tendril-like hands wrap around the handles of pantry doors and refrigerators as large ravenous mouths sprout from the shadows, ready to devour all he needs.

Raw steaks...ham...turkey...tuna...flour...oats...butter...milk...ice cream...tea leaves...pineapple juice...soda...coffee beans...cabbage...squash...onions...crackers...cans of soup...kosher salt...black pepper...chili sauce...mayonnaise...soy sauce...miso paste...olive oil...

His shadowy mouths gorge on the food and drink, crushing the packaging and food alike between his teeth before swallowing. Each fridge and pantry quickly depletes, leaving behind empty shelves and drawers.

All that food is gone now, with one fridge alone untouched. Shadowy hands open it, revealing plastic bags of blood lined up on the shelves. Those, too, find their way into his beak-like mouth.

It's somewhat satisfying, the taste of humans. Not quite the same as full human, flesh and soul included, but it helps a bit.

It's all gone now. Nothing left to eat but cookware, pots, pans, the refrigerators themselves, ovens, toasters, and so on. Not the sort of meal he really feels like eating. His monstrous shadow body shrinks down until it looks simply like that cast by a little boy.

Pride still hungers, but it's subsided a little. He can deal with it for now.]


[The boy slips out of the kitchen into the cafeteria. Now off to the education center. He has a lot to learn about these other worlds free for the taking, now that he's not so distracted...]

((OOC: Little note over here on the OOC community with some info.

Feel free to run into Pride anywhere from the cafeteria to the education center.))

HEY! What the hell? There's no food in here!

[Guess who found the empty kitchen in the shelter~.]

Oi Inoue... Thanks for last night.

[Really, that's all he had to say. Though that probably... Doesn't sound right. He doesn't care. That's all he feels like saying. Guess who hadn't been to school? That's right. Ichigo's skipped out. Finally out of that Shinigami uniform too. Might feel a bit odd, considering this is still in his spirit form, but wearing that thing all the time? Eh... Right now he's in the common room in the Shelter, gnawing on a popsicle stick. Thinking. God he's been doing that a lot.]

[The beach has been taken over by festivities! Amongst the plethora of buckets and shovels for the sandcastle competition, the snorkeling gear, and the beach volleyball setup, Cain and Jennifer have worked hard to get everything set up and ready to go in time for the guests to arrive.]

[Fortunately, the food was acquired earlier in the day, and so there is plenty to eat--burgers, bratwurst, fish, grilled vegetables, and an unfamiliar but tasty-looking steak that, if questioned, Cain will cheerfully explain is from grox, a "domesticated" giant lizard from his time.]

[But there are also snacks like chips and pretzels, along with a small variety of sides like potato salad and bread. Further down the table are the cold (non-alcoholic) drinks, complete with ice, and a few desserts. They are all set to go on a buffet-style table not too far from the grill, dutifully replenished by Jennifer.]


((OOC: Event-style post! Threadjack as you please. Party crashers may or may not be tolerated depending on how much Saya gets to eat before their arrival.))

[Anew rushes out of the 'dance lesson,' not that she'd paid mind to anything but the fact that Ribbons was there and how strange and scared and angry he made her feel. Between this encounter and Hiling following her home last night, she's in enough of a panic to mess up her intended private call:]

[failed private to Lyle]

Lyle! [Her voice is high-pitched, panicked.] T-they found me! [Even though technically she found Ribbons, but he must have lured her there somehow... just like his false promise to leave her be, it had to all be an act.] I -- I don't know --

[She can't easily speak with how upset she is, so it takes a moment to finish her sentence.]

I don't know what to do.

Hi everybody... not to put a damper on anyone's afternoon but... I just had a question.

[ Pause. Deep breath. ]

Um... where's the blood gone?


((ooc: I'll be going to bed soon, but threadjacking is a-ok with me.))