|Ribbons Almark (arcanesansnom) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2010-07-27 15:08:00
|Current location:||Sector 3 - Almark-Care Residence|
|Entry tags:||:action, alucard, death the kid, gaap, hiling care, maya fey, pearl fey, regene regetta, ribbons almark, saya otonashi, zack fair|
9th Connection :: [Action/Voice | Open] Bacon tacos of DOOM
[Early Morning | Action]
[Bless Innovade technology, it was quite possible to set one's own body to wake up at regular times. However, the inner body clocks conflicted with what their eyes could see. Ribbons for one, was quite certain it was morning, but the skies remained dark -- perhaps Miss Lacus' celestial display was malfunctioning?
The next thing that registered in his senses was the smell -- of meat, spices, cheese and most of all, the meaty salty aroma of BACON.
Ribbons slowly crept from his room to go downstairs, where the scent of the food suddenly became stronger. What could possibly -- ?!
He drags a curtain aside, only to find the driveway and the doorstep with crates upon CRATES UPON CRATES PILED UPON CRATES OF TACOS. WITH BACON.]
[... and then there was the "morning announcement". If a face meeting palm could be heard all over the prison, then the time is now.]
[Morning | Voice]
[A few moments later, Ribbons placed an open call, clearing his throat.]
Good morning, fellow inmates.
Is... ah... anyone in the mood for tacos? I most specially would like to invite those with voracious appetites.
[He doesn't sound as confident as he did the day before, but... he's trying, in the midst of visualizing what will happen if the whole lot is not consumed/cleaned very soon...]
(( OOC: Ribbons and Hiling are pretty much stuck in their house/lot as it were so feel free to drop by~ |Db ))