http://sonofmogh.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sonofmogh.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-05-23 10:24 am

Little Dipper Living Room: Wednesday Afternoon

The day had started early for Worf. While he'd never admit how special the day was to himself, he planned to at least celebrate in his own way. Despite the rain there had been a successful hunting trip through the preserve. Worf had to skip the part of roasting it over an open fire but using a modified phaser setting was able to cook it without too much of a problem.

And now anyone near the Little Dipper cabin would probably notice the smell of the phaser roasted venison that Worf had cooked over the firepit. In addition there is other food available both modified Klingon and normal human food including variety of pies (cherry, apple and rokeg blood).

Considering it came from Worf... it was almost festive.

[Open for the Dippers or anyone passing by...]

[identity profile] ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com 2008-05-23 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen came into the common room in search of coffee, and started staring.

"Who are you and what have you done with Worf?"

[identity profile] ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com 2008-05-23 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not a spy." Shipped-off spare, yes. Spy, no. "Why is there food?"

[identity profile] ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com 2008-05-23 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Worf, did you run into any wee, green, scaly things?"
withoutverona: (Talking)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-05-23 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo smelled ... something. Something delicious.

He left his alcove and walked into the living room, where he saw roast meat and pies. "What's all this?"
withoutverona: (B+ W grin)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-05-23 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"But why are you cooking?" Romeo wondered, filling a plate anyhow with apple and cherry pie. "I generally pass on anything made of blood."
withoutverona: (listening)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-05-23 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at all," Romeo said. It was how he fed himself, after all. "Hunting, though, is. You mean on the island?"

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[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-05-23 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack...had smelled food. "Hello? Anyone there?" he called through the door.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-05-23 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Food?" Jack asked, in the not-so-I'm-Your-New-Best-Friend greeting. "Something smells good."

[Work ahoy. SP after 1am?]

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2008-05-24 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
There was a knock at the door, and a drooling Sokka peered in. "Please tell me that's not just for Dippies?"

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2008-05-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka burst through the door and hovered over the venison. "Dude! This is fresh-caught wild game! SWEET!!!"

He paused and turned to Worf. "I'm sorry I mocked your forehead. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2008-05-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not pandering," Sokka insisted, as he helped himself to the venison. "If I were, I'd be more platypus-bear-shaped, and black and white."

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-24 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Alice was enticed by the smell into walking closer. She raised an eyebrow over the intricate feast laid out inside the cabin, and leaned against the open window, amused.

"To what do we owe the honor?"
Edited 2008-05-24 04:07 (UTC)

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-24 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
It was a brusque invitation, but an invitation nonetheless, and the food smelled delightful. Perhaps the future wasn't as big on formality. She could understand that.

Alice walked into the living room and looked around. "Do you hunt often?" she asked. "No one in my cabin seems to bring back fresh kills."

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2008-05-24 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps they've never tried it," Alice said, considering. "Or they might be the squeamish sort. Something about innards makes many people somewhat unnerved, I've found."

Not Alice, but Alice didn't count for 'most people' in any century, it would seem.

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