Horizon World Buffet

[Emily Makerith]

Sonnie's comments to Orion fly over the Werewolf's head. Sure, he was a big guy, and just hit the gym, but her budding monkey-friend was a bottomless pit and Emily was herself was vaguely thinking about what she'd add to plate number three.

She flicks Moon a smile. "You should! I'm a coinassuer." She gives Orion a nod and a smile as Moon does introductions and the last morsels are hastily slurped away. The werewolf burps loudly and happily, leaning back in her chair. "Ahhh.... The ribs are great. Fall right off the bone," Emily replies, though somehow has still managed to get bbq sauce on one cheek. "You were right about the Rangoon. Oh, and the chilli looked good. Dunno about the Tofu... not really my thing," she says, looking at Moon's plate. "Although, they have these adorable little cakes all cut into perfect squares?" That seemed like it might interest him. "I just like that they're cream-filled." Heh. I'm Hi-larious... She sniggers to herself, before realising the question.

"Mm? Oh, I'm a mechanic. Own my own garage. Best tune-ups and services in town. Super fun. Cars are like, my second favourite thing in the universe. What about you guys?" she replies, going for a drink and realising her glass is empty. "Oh. Just be a sec!" She slips out and bounces over to the soda station and begins pouring another full glass with ice. Strolling back she slurps the sugary liquid, and winces. "Argh! Brain freeze...Brainfreeze!" Emily's ability to stay on topic seems only a few notches above Sonnie's.

After holding her head for a second she looks at Orion. "Martial arts, huh? Knew she must do something physical. Circe and I kinda just met and hit it off, went to some clubs together. Sonnie and I met, we both knew Circe, and we kinda became friends that way. We just bump into one another. Though we should totally hang out properly," She says to the other girl in askance. There is a ripple of Desire just ebbbing gently off the blue-haired punk, although this time her attention has drifted over to the food again. She licks her lips, wondering what to sample next.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie chewed on a burrito as she listened to everyone else introduce themselves, nodding along to show she was following the conversation. When there was a lull, she swallowed and spoke up.

"Hi Orion! Nice to meet you! I came here after my parkour club, 'cause that always works up an appetite. Brain freezes are actually pretty fun if you space them out far enou--OH MY GOD SPAGHETTI-STUFFED MEATBALLS??!! WHERE?!"

And she was off, frantically searching the food lanes for this amazing-sounding culinary feat. She must have one! After half a minute or so of running around, the monkey-tailed Beast returned triumphantly with said giant meatball on a plate. And she was singing.

"BEHOLD! I have returned from the dangerous wilds with a bounty of hamburger, tomato sauce and noodles! Praise be upon this glorious gift from the gods!"

As she set the plate down in her spot at the table, there was the sound of an angelic choir singing... which was just Sonnie trying to mimic such beautiful sounds and failing. "Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ahhh ahhh AHHHHH!"

[Emily Makerith]

Emily laughs and shakes her head as Sonnie is once again distracted... though isn't laughing as she returns with the giant meatball. The werewolf simply follows the plate with her eyes staring as she licks her lips.

Slowly, a hand holding a fork edges it's way to Sonnie's plate....

"Handy guy huh? People always need that kinda thing," the Ithaeur replies, half looking to moon, half eyeing the meatball. "You, uh, you enjoy it?"

Slowly, a wide, cheeky grin spreads across the face of the little punk. She shrugs. "We-ell... y'know..." she gives Orion a look, raising her eyebrows.

[Sonnie Wu]

A hand whipped out to slap away Emily's with lightning reflexes. She stared at the blue-haired woman through narrowed eyes for several moments. Then, surprisingly, she cut a hefty slice out of the giant meatball, like it was a birthday cake. Said slice was passed over to the werewolf's plate.

"Would anyone else care for some?" she generously offered. Sonnie might have a big appetite, but even her stomach had limits.

She smiled at Orion, "Exhilarating, as always. Hard to get a rush like that anywhere else. You ever try it?"

[Emily Makerith]

Emily looks playfully shocked as the nimble Asian slaps her hand away. Somewhere, far in the recesses of her mind, something growls. It's a familiar feeling she's so used to it barely registers. Instead, in the face of the leer she gives Sonnie a pout - a full-on puppy-dog look Emily knows is adorable...

And is justly rewarded. Before digging in the werewolf leans over to give Sonnie a huge kiss on the cheek. Then she attacks the meatball like she's not eaten all day. "Mmmm... Oh od. 'Oo otta try 'is.." she says thickly, previous translation issues clearly a distant memory.

Orion draws her slightly out of the demolition as she looks up, licking tomato sauce from the corner of her mouth. "Wha? Oh. You don't get that? Well... eating out is a really important part of it," She says matter-of-factly. Yep, it's clear she and Circe know each other. Emily even keeps a straight face for all of 2 seconds before sniggering. Hi-larious. I'm such a gem. More of the delicious dish is rapidly scooped into the waiting maw.

The Crescent quickly polishes off the slab of meatball and almost jumps back up again, walking a little more thoughtfully around the buffet this time. Onion Rings, some lasagne, more spring rolls, several kinds of sushi, a taco and some tortilla chips, very heavy with both salsa and grated cheese. Its not as huge a plate as last time, but still. Where this punk put it all was a valid question. Coming back, without a word she drops three of the spring rolls gently on Sonnie's plate and starts munching a fourth as she sits down.

"Tho. *munch*" Emily swallows and takes another pull on her drink. "Parkour always sounded cool. I don't do much of, like, proper exercise? My job works me pretty hard if im doing it right" She gestures to Orion with half a spring roll. "But running around across town I could really do. Um. Not right now, obvs. *OM*. Is is hard or anything? Do you need, like, special pants?" Another sushi roll meets it's demise, and the taco looks soon to follow.

Between Matt's molifying gifts and your own greedy butt you'll need special pants at this rate. Quad-XL! Ha!
Both Fuck right off and bite me, bitch. Nothing wrong with me. Stupid voice. I should have a drink. Normally shuts it right up.

*NOM* Emily casts a lazy eye towards the bar, chewing an onion ring.

[Sonnie Wu]

Another hunk of the big meatball was cut and passed over to Orion with a smile, "There is a nice place here in town. Parkour courses, climbing walls, the whole nine yards. The Pipeworks. I do most of my free running outside, though."

Sonnie giggles at the kiss to the cheek from Emily, and nods in agreement. "Yes!" One word was enough as she dug into the meatball. And then she was in spaghetti heaven. When her friend returned with a gift of spring rolls, the Beast clapped her hands. "Yay!"

"Special pants?" She asked between bites. "Special shoes, maybe? I like doing it barefoot, though beginners should probably wear sneakers. I definitely prefer parkour to, say, going to the gym. Cheaper, too."

She made short work of a good portion of the meatball, but now she was eyeing the dessert venue. The sweet siren song of sugar was calling.