[d20 Modern] Session One: Funky Martian Monks (CowBoy BeBop)

Chase eats some food and sets it down, already losing some weight due to the cooking, he pats his stomach, "Mmm... mm... yuck, I mean that was great, filled me up in three bites, yummy, yummy, good."

Chase takes a seat, and relaxes, trying to keep his food down, with a cocky grin.
 

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The Bebop's captain glared at Chase for a good moment, then grabbed a bowl of rice and peppers for herself and sat down, snapping morsels of food angrily with her chopsticks. "If you want I think I still have some field rations tucked around here somewhere, Williams. Maybe you'd rather eat that?"
 

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The Bebop's captain glared at Chase for a good moment, then grabbed a bowl of rice and peppers for herself and sat down, snapping morsels of food angrily with her chopsticks. "If you want I think I still have some field rations tucked around here somewhere, Williams. Maybe you'd rather eat that?"

"No way Captain, the food is great, mmm mmm good just like mommy used to make," he winks coyly, "besides, who knows how long those rations have been lying around, and please captain, we went over this before, just call me Chase."

He relaxes, and flashes his smile, "You know your cute when you get all pissy..."
 

Sea green eyes boiled as Thalessa half rose from her seat, fingers curling into a fist around the chopsticks. "I do not - !" she began, then reined herself in and sat back again.

Balancing her chopsticks on top of her bowl, she smoothed the thigh of her flight suit absently, glancing down, then back up at Chase with a cool, if somewhat flushed, expression. "Well if you like piss so much, Williams, the bathrooms need cleaning. Consider that chore yours."
 



Vincent just shakes his head. "I can't see the percentage in pissing off the person who feed's you everyday. When we do get some beef, yours will probably be spoiled."
 

"Is that... grub I smell?" came a smoky, glee-filled voice from the corridor.

Appearing from that direction was a slender young woman with tanned olive skin. Her oval face was pretty and youthful, and held two eyes with a hint of the exotic to them: one emerald green, the other sapphire blue. Below them sat a pert nose and pouting pink lips, currently stretched in a smile.

Today she wore her usual outfit; a yellow t-shirt tucked into loose-fitting white overalls, and red work boots. Her long raven locks were braided back into two ponytails that hung to her waist. Ruby-tinted specs sat high in her hair.

She spied the wok and her eyes lit up. "It is grub! Yay!" She did a little dance on the spot to music only she could hear, and then bounded over to the captain, giving Thalessa a big happy hug. Spinning away deftly before the other woman could object, Bobcat picked up a bowl of her own and threw herself onto the couch Gilgamesh was sprawled on.
 
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Gil puts down his bowl, and suspiciously looks the girl out of the corner of his eye.

"Ehhhh, you're wayyy to bubbly considering its the same grub weve had for the last 15 days or so, kittykat." he says jovially. "It'd be crazy cool to see your reaction at something reallly good, like steak, or lobster, or that funky Gannymede sea rat."

Gil closes his eyes and leans back, stretching his feet out."Ummm, sea rat." he intones.
 
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Bobcat swallowed down as many peppers as she could pick up with her chopsticks before sticking out her tongue at Gil. Gannymede sea rat? That stuff's for squares, man. Not to mention those things are waaay too cute to be eaten. It's just not hip, Meshy. Get with the hip."

The mechanic turned to the others, before scarfing down another wad of peppers and soy sauce. "Besides," she adds with a playful smile, "I like bell peppers!"
 

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