The Rise of the Rebels (Steampunk RP)

[Rusvul]

Valerian absentmindedly brushed some dust, both metal and otherwise, off his leather sleeve. "Discourteous much? Least you could do is knock, especially if you're going to be so blunt and unconversational."

OOC: Hopes in vain. 

[The Skarzs]

"C'mon, let's go find the food before I make a snack out of you two," Dregnar grumbled hungrily. He peered around a door entrance, pulling back quickly. "Oops. Sorry." The cougar looked at his companions. "Well, that wasn't the kitchen."

[Unimaginative]

OOC: I'm confused, is Arya with Vlad, Dregner and Valerian?

BIC: Vlad snickered at Dregnar, then pointed to one of the larger doorways. "Is that the kitchen? It seems to be where everyone is headed." The Fossa said as several otters entered the doorway.

[The Skarzs]

Not waiting for an answer, Dregnar squeezed his large frame through the door, smelling the delicious odors of food. "Ahh. . ." he sighed contentedly, and waited in a line for his food.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya just grunted, and walked to the kitchen doorway behind Drgenar.

OOC: Yes, she is, Han.

[Unimaginative]

Vlad followed Dregnar and Arya, joining them in line. As soon as he got his food, he sat down at one of the tables, towards the edge of the room. In order to eat, Vlad had to pull off his Respirator. Which he did, revealing pure white fur beneath, caused by lack of sunlight. Every 5 minutes or so, the Fossa would put the Respirator back on, breath for awhile, and then continue eating.

[W0NWILL]

Retcin flew in then, a fat worm hanging from his beak. The phrase 'early bird gets the worm' fit him so well, it wasn't even funny. He was also a born morning lark(nightingale?), so he always woke early to get the insects that weren't provided in the kitchen. He nodded to the rest, and got his own plate. The still-wriggling worm lay among the various nuts and berries on the plate, and gave a little wormy scream nobeast could hear when Retcin started pecking at it.
Retcin swallowed the rest of his worm, "Ready to blowitup today?" he asked, picking some of the choicest berries from his plate. They would be killing two birds with one stone with this boom, it would hurt a beast loyal to the empire, while killing the goose that lays the golden egg. Unless they chickened out, but he doubted that would happen.

OOC: I'm having way too much fun with these bird idioms.

BIC: Ilex was a late riser, bar no day, he was always in bed during the beginning of breakfast. He wouldn't get up before noon if other beasts(mainly Retcin, who was always impatient with late risers) didn't haul him out of bed. He usually played with his chemicals far into night, after all.

[BlueRose]

Victoria was a mass of nerves that morning, excited, yet afraid of what might happen later in the day. She couldn't wait to blow things up!

[The Skarzs]

Dregnar noticed Rectin fly in, and as soon as he got his food, his plate heaping with all sorts of items of food, he went to the bird. "How well can you deliver a message?" he asked.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya was eating her food, rather amazed that food could this good, and heard Dregnar ask if the bird - Wasn't his name Retcin? - could carry a message.

[W0NWILL]

Retcin scoffed, "Whatabeast can't?" He challenged, "I verygood, verygood with messages!"

[The Skarzs]

"Good; when you can I need you to tell Vicky Harper that she should consider moving everything she doesn't want destroyed. She would be very upset if her stuff gets blown up with her father's building." Dregnar took a bite of scone, thinking for a little. "And tell her that Dregnar insists she listens to you."

[W0NWILL]

Retcin nodded agreeably(for once) and quickly swallowed another blueberry before hopping to the small window and taking flight. He flew quickly towards his destination, hoping that he would have the time to get Vicky's possessions out and be back for the boom.

[BlueRose]

Vicky had a lovely breakfast in her room, her nose buried in a book as she munched on jam and toast, a cup of chocolate at her elbow.

[W0NWILL]

Retcin arrived at the factory and circled several times, wondering where Vicky slept. Oh, he should've thought to ask that! The bird, feeling lost, decided that the best way to find it out was to go around, looking in windows. Feeling satisfied with that solution(though aware of its risks), he dove down and alighted on the ground near the building. He glanced around rather nervously and began hopping along the line of ground windows, making sure to check in each one.