Obstacle course and Tavern

[death_gone_mad]

She has had enough of experimentation on Karkat's T-minus devices and the slayer gem network at home that she needed a break from the constant mental activity. It was for this reason she came to Milliways this time around; what better way to balance mental activity than with physical activity?

When she walks out the back door, she notices the chill in the air and wonders if she has successfully avoided Holloween. She really did not appreciate being put into a corset last year. Holloween is bad enough without Milliway's help. The chill and the wet from recent weather gives her pause, but then she goes right ahead to the obstacle course. She has to get used to operating in colder climes sometime, and what better place to practice than on the course she designed and built with help from some not quite human folks? There are courses back home, but here there won't be questions. At least from the wrong people.

So one place one might find "Sarah" is hard at work running through the most challenging circuits of the course, spinning sawblades, blunt projectiles, booby traps, and all. One might be lucky (or unlucky) enough to catch her falling. She isn't perfect after all.

Of course, this is hungry work, so one might also find her in the bar chowing down on seafood.

Why seafood?

Well, its a thing.
[OOC : tis late, so slow until tomorrow, but posted anyhow in anticipation of a lazy week :) ]

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[mogget_cat]

That guy's hanging around again. You know the one.

The one eyeing that seafood with a poorly disguised covetous look.

[death_gone_mad]

She notices.

And shoots back a look that says Mine!

[mogget_cat]

The surprised, guileless look he gives her in return says, very clearly, No need to be so catty.

Because he's ordering a plate bigger than his torso, crowded with sushi and sashimi.

[death_gone_mad]

When his food arrives, she can't help being jealous of the plate full if thinly sliced raw fish.

Her next look says, How dare you know the menu better than I do?

[mogget_cat]

Yrael picks up a delicate slice of halibut with a pair of chopsticks, grinning brightly at her.


The infuriatingly delighted look on his face as he eats the slice of fish seems to say, Oh, I might be persuaded to share. Maybe. Maybe not. This might be too delicious to share. Omnomnom.

[death_gone_mad]

Sharing? Food?

What an odd fellow.

Now pretending that the food you are eating is the most delicious thing ever in order to impress the person you are pretending doesn't exist is the thing a sane catperson would do.

Not share food. Oh no.

[mogget_cat]

It's good, though, that she can tell a lie when she sees one. This cat has no intention of sharing the massive bounty of fresh salmon, cod, halibut, tuna, eel, mackerel, and crab served in various ways upon his tray.

Especially since each piece completely deserves the extravagant show of gusto with which it is eaten. This is the life. More tantalizingly fresh fish than one can eat alone, yet not having to share a bite.

Mwah.

[death_gone_mad]

Eel? Oh! There's an idea.

But there will be no sharing at all. Except of glances and even more showing off. See this tuna steak? This delicious tuna steak? You don't get to cut out pieces of it and pick out stray bones and chew and chew and chew the lovely juicy bit of steak. See all the fun you are missing out on? You can't do that with thin slices of raw meat. You don't get to crack open lobsters either. Well, maybe you can play with the crab legs. Oh and see this? It's an octopus.

OM NOM NOM

[mogget_cat]

Why would Yrael want to ruin good fish by cooking it, and why would he want to waste time having to pick bones out of it?

See this? It's also an octopus. A baby octopus. Only it's still moving. So fresh it's still alive and trying to get away.

It doesn't make it even half-way across the table.

Yrael slurps the last tentacle with delighted relish.

And there's a songbird in a cage for dessert. An Ortolan, of all things, chirping away until the not'cat is done with his fresh fish.

[death_gone_mad]

A bird? No fair! This is a seafood contest! Fishies and underwater arthropods only! That doesn't even look like a proper seabird!

This situation, it must be rectified. She will eat the birdy. For being a cheater. It is the birdy's fault, obviously.

But she still has a plate of oh so melt-in-your-mouth delicious Hákarl left. But oh, how it stinksfragrant it is!

Whichever human thought that eating rotten poison shark was safe must have been insanea genius.

She survived weak Troll Ale, she can handle all the ammonia she is shoving in her mouth.

[mogget_cat]

The face Yrael is making at the smell of the fermented shark is bad. He'll likely need to take his fresh tasties elsewhere to enjoy them without the reek of rotting shark.

Of course, the look he's making now would never compare to the look he'd make if she tried to steal his dessert bird.