001 / action, open to anyone / cafeteria

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Military was something Goose was unsurprisingly used to, although of this sort, he'd basically consider it brand-new territory.

He had to admit, though, that this was just the kind of new adventure that he needed. This was unfamiliar, different, and most importantly, a thrill. He found himself in this new area where his life would make a drastic change. Goose was far from the type of person to object to change.

One thing that hadn't changed so much, however, was the food. He found himself in a strange sense of familiarity as he munched happily on a hot dog, rather than busying himself was something to help him get more settled in. He has top responsibility priorities, you see.

And so there he was, partaking in a nice little meal.

... Need I also mention that he's not sitting on a chair, but rather, on the table itself? Should he even be doing that? Honestly put, he didn't even care. He found the table a little more comfortable, and it was better to be a little different than to stick with the norm. He preferred to stand out, if his wild hairdo was any indication of that.]

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[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

[Kazuma is, rather conventionally, sitting in a chair at a table a short distance away, eating his own lunch. Ordinarily, he's not all that sociable, but he's been slowly trying to get an idea of who else is 'from outta town' so to speak. And this guy? Yeah, he's gotta be a transplant. At least Kazuma hasn't seen anyone else sitting on the table rather than at it.]

You new here, too?

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Goose looked up from his dog, his meal only half-finished. Small dots from the condiments could be seen on occasion around his mouth. He wasn't exactly the cleanest man in the world either. At least he tried to some point, although clearly not well enough if he's making his rear comfortable where people eat.

He gave a smirk.] Good eye, kid, if you could tell that fast. [Was he a kid? Goose couldn't really tell.] Yep, I sure am. I ain't really from around here or nothing like that.

[He turned the hot dog around in his hands idly.] Name's Goose. I come from... pretty damn far, I'm guessing. Maybe. Something like that. [He takes a bite and proceeds to politely talk with his mouth full.] And you're?

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yeah, ain't we all. [From far away, he means, although he doesn't really clarify.]

[Nods to him] Kazuma. Been here a couple weeks now. Still ain't used to the damn place. [Faint grin] Looks like you're pretty comfortable here already.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Goose glances to his left and lets out a chuckle. He was right about comfortable in some sort of sense. He was... adjusting. He wasn't used to the place, but he was rolling with the punches. Not to mention that there was also the fact that he was practically making himself at home already.]

I guess you can say I warm up reaaaaaaaal quick-like.

A couple of weeks, though? [Goose shakes his head.] I ain't been here for that long. Maybe a day or something. Still getting used to how all this stuff around here works.

[He glanced back to the cafeteria food.] ... Enough that I don't even know if they've got potato chips around here.

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

Potato chips? Uhh... I think they do--a reasonable facsimile, anyways. [He points at one of the counters] Try over there.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

Huh, 'kay.

[And so off he goes.

Andddd here he comes, walking right back with not one, but two small bags of original-flavored chips in his hands. He hands Kazuma one of the bags.] Hey, here. Dunno if you're into 'em, but hey, I like you.

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

Uh...thanks. [Kazuma will pretty much eat anything that isn't nailed down, so he rips into the bag. And yeah, his manners aren't any better than Goose's--except he usually doesn't put his butt on the table.]

So, you found the dorms 'n everything yet? [Because that's the second most important place--after the cafeteria.]

[fierybluebird]

[If you aren't supposed to, Marco isn't going to say so. He will however, take a seat nearby and appreciate the height edge that gives the other cadet as it's almost like having Joz around. Almost.]

Yo.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Heeeeello, what is that nice hairdo? Goose's interest is already piqued. It wasn't exactly the flashiest top in the world, but he could approve of it regardless.

He rests his chin in his palm, clearly looking intrigued. His free hand clutches the only partially bitten-off hot dog.]

Heeeeey, that's some nice styling you've got there. Redken, I'm guessing? [Only the best hair is graced with Redken. Only the best. At least, that's Goose's own bias speaking as that's what he uses on his.]

[fierybluebird]

[Because looking like a pineapple is always a good idea.]

Sorry, Redken what?

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

... Nooothin'.

[Goose snickers and leans back on the table. He places the hot dog down so he can place both palms firmly behind him.]

If you don't know what hair care products are, though, it kinda makes me wonder what your secret is. Y'know what I'm saying? [Goose would have to do some decent styling to get his hair like that.]

[fierybluebird]

Au naturale. I was born to a family of pineapples that raised me as their own until I left the nest.

[Says this in so very deadpan.]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Haha. Ha. Pineapples. Right. This makes him think a little.]

Really. We might as well be long lost brothers or something then. Dunno about you.

[Was that sarcastic? Was it not? Was he trying to be silly or just poking fun at him? Who knows.] So who ought I call this 'long lost bro' of mine, eh? Call me Goose, ace pilot.

[fierybluebird]

Marco. [Small grin.] Whitebeard pirate, can't drive to save my life.

What do you pilot?

[beginsoffstage.livejournal.com]

[The hairdo caught Gabriella more so than sitting on the table - East High was pretty known for strange children with stranger eating habits - so she of course has to wander over to him and publicly voice her question.]

Do you always like eating like that?

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[It is a most unique hairdo, if that's the correct phrase to describe it. Perhaps it was an understatement. This girl looked strangely like an average college chick or something rather than a woman in the military. That was quick to strike him as interesting.

If this girl was really as young as she looked, he had to commend her. It reminded him of the younger girls back home, piloting as young as 12.

He grinned and folded his arms.] A guy's gotta eat the way he's comfortable. I don't always eat this way. It kinda varies. [Translation: he's probably done worse than this.]

Ain't you a little young for the military? [Maybe for however this place's standards might be. Holiday's were... rather low.]

[beginsoffstage.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. Gabs can't help giggling some more as she sits on the table beside them. If you can't beat 'em...] Sound enough logic for me.

[she blinks, then slowly shaking her head] By American standards, no--I'm eighteen. This place's kind of weird: the minimum age requirement to graduate's fifteen. And we're not in the army, we're trained mercenaries. It's... kind of unusual.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Huh. Mercenaries. Here he felt like this was more of the place to become a soldier rather than a mercenary. Was there any difference in the term? Goose wasn't even sure. Noooot the brightest crayon in the box.]

Heh, you look kinda young for eighteen, but alright. [Maybe he was just used to how Ibis looked that young, if not younger at 17.] Graduating at 15 doesn't sound all that bad. Where I come from, you can become a pilot at 12. Ain't that something?

But... wait a minute. [He only just realized what certain country she'd mentioned. He'd been to this country before. In fact, this specific country, at least a version of it, was under attack by a giant robot that he and his comrades had defeated.]

You're American?

[lovesthehero.livejournal.com]

[The journey to return to Garden had been a fairly long one, so it's understandable that Deedlit finds herself heading for the cafeteria for something to eat. Armed with a salad, she heads over to find a table only to stop in her tracks at the curious sight of a student sitting on a table.]

Is it normal for humans to sit on tables where you're from?

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Goose laughed. This woman sure was specific about referring to his ilk as 'humans'. That was a rarity back home, if not entirely unheard of.]

Probably not, but hey, I like it. Doesn't matter to me then.

[He was quick to see, however, that something was off about this particular woman.]

... What's with your ears? Crazy cosmetic surgery?

[lovesthehero.livejournal.com]

[Well he certainly didn't look like any elf, dwarf, goblin, or kobold she'd ever seen. So she'd just assumed he was a human.]

It's not exactly polite you know. Tables are for eating at not sitting on.

[She stops, startled and her ears twitch just a tiny bit. After all this time she should be used to such questions, but apparently she is not.]

This is how I was born, there's nothing crazy about it. Don't they have any elves where you're from?

[Thinking she was a dark elf was one thing, but thinking she was a human with some sort of alteration? That's just insulting!]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Goose was about to reply to that first statement, but once she mentioned that she was an elf, his face took on a look of pure amazement. So, wait. This was an elf? An elf.

His thoughts amounted basically to this: "What the hell?" He just kind of stared at her, namely at her ears, and then finally spoke up.]

... No. Where I come from, elves're kind of only in fairy tales. Y'know, as in, they ain't real.

So... what's next? Unicorns being real?

[lovesthehero.livejournal.com]

Just because you've never seen them, it doesn't mean they're not there.

[Really, why do almost all humans seem to have this "I've never seen it, so they must not really exist" thing going on?]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Goose... wasn't sure how to take that. So even things like demons and gods and crazy things like that could possibly be real? That was insane.]

So unicorns then. They might exist. At least I oughta hope the winged ones exist. Pegasus... es. Or whatever they're called. [Yes, he really did use the wrong plural for pegasi.]

What else have you got where you come from? Leprechauns or something?

[lovesthehero.livejournal.com]

Unicorns tend to have even less of a reason to deal with humans than elves do.

[At his question she frowns a little, thinking this over for a moment.]

I've never heard of a Leprechaun before. Is it some type of dwarf?