Where're the cheetos?! (open)

[Neil O'Brien]

There had to be something, ANYTHING crunchy with cheese in this joint, he knew he had brought something there just for this kind of craving. Neil had only spent a good 3 months in Avalon and made a few trips to Earth, mostly for the sake of being back on land and for some real food. Back with him, from his last trip, he brought Cheetos(among other things) and sadly, couldn't find them which was starting to work his temper. After slowly looking through the cabinets, being sure to take his time, Neil grunted and began speeding and looking through, everything out and on the counter in around 7 seconds.

They were gone. Neil's cheetos were missing. At first Neil was saddened by the loss of his cheesy and crunchy snack, but his sadness turned back to anger quickly. "Who took my fuckin' cheetos?" he mumbled angrily to himself. What VILE, RUTHLESS....thing would dare touch his snack? Neil had everything back in the metal cabinets as quickly as he got them out, then he followed his nose as best he could, running around the base, trying to sniff them out. Who ever had his cheetos, they would pay, oh how they would pay.

[Trade]

She usually didn't deal with junk food but she did have her rare.... very, very rare, moments where she would try one form or another. Today, it was a bag of Cheetos. She had seen them in the kitchen and as she was not in the mood for a full lunch just yet, she had taken them with her as she went from the kitchen to a part of the domain that allowed a good view of the Earth.

Trade had been frequenting this spot lately since the incident that had caused her to become a human for those few hours and the events that had followed. A lot of things were going on inside of her and she had to think. She felt confused an unsure of herself. Unsure of her promises as lies had been brought into sight and possibly even serious lies that would border on betrayal and manipulation. It had her a good deal unsettled.

She crunched on a couple of cheetos out of the bag as she continued staring at the Earth and wondering on if she would go back again so soon... It had been a couple of days already since she had been there and already, the urge to go back so she could go to the fights came... But... But this time was there more that led her to want to go? Was she, in some way, using the fights as an excuse to go back in hopes of seeing him again?

[Neil O'Brien]

Speeding around the domain going from room to room, Neil looked for his precious cheetos. He had written his name on the bag with a sharpie on the back of the bag. Whoever was eating them or holding them hostage must surely be an evil bitch...perfect for the Acolytes. Neil sped back to the kitchen in hopes of finding the culprit. Then he saw her. The evil, devilish, maniacal she-witch whom's name he didn't know. He ran up screaming "CHEETOS!" skidding to a stop next to her and snatching his cheetos back from the theif.

"Are you fookin' blind?! Look, my name, MINE." he said, turning the bag and pointing to his name on the bag, which was actually slightly smudged from being shoved into the cupboard right after being written. Glaring her down in a vengeful stare, his face relaxed ever so slightly as he actually looked at her. She was actually quite beautiful, her eyes piercing him. His entire body relaxed slightly, still clutching his bag tightly and his face still angry looking. He was still angry about the cheetos, but she was quite the lovely visage to look upon. Neil didn't mind his cheetos being stolen by her as much as if some bloke had stolen them.

[Trade]

"CHEETOS!"

When came the near screamed out naming of the snack she was slowly nibbling on came, she looked away from the window and at the insane individual who had snatched the bag out of her hands and clutched to his person.

"Are you fookin' blind?! Look, my name, MINE." He blurted out, showing the smudged name which could have passed off as chicken scratch with how the handwriting was.

On top of that, the name was in a not too obvious spot on the lower back part of the bag. Not that she was looking for a name on the thing anyway as she was still getting used to living with others. His anger caused her to bristle some herself in reaction, her eyes narrowing and her going into a more defensive posture before she measured him up out of habit of preparing for a fight.

"I didn't see your name there, you should put it in a more obvious place." She replied, coolly.

"It's just a snack, are you really trying to start something over it?"

A month ago, she would have slit his throat... But that, was a month ago.

[The Original Redhead]

Maboroshi was playing Metroid Prime Pinball on her DS while she walked. See, back home, this would have meant a great many bruised shins and stubbed toes, but the magical goodness that is the Acolyte base means that nobody has seen fit to decorate the halls with little stubby side-tables and good-for-nothing shelving units and atrocious mini-ottomans. For this the gods that ruled Maboroshi's mind have been greatly appeased, for this leaves her pretty much free to wander the hall of the base at will and perfect her high scores. Maboroshi stopped when she spotted the big EARTH WINDOW. You have to capitalize it because it's the BIG one. She then spotted a couple people. Apparently chatting amiably. Whatever.

What mattered was the junk food. The words "junk food" were sung by an angelic choir in Maboroshi's head, and she trotted over, her thumbs still working the buttons. She beamed at the two, a little Hello Kitty ghost standing on one of her pigtails and waving cheerfully at Neil and Trade before flying back into her ear where it belonged. Yes, they saw that one.

"Cheetos!" she said happily, pausing the game to dive her hand into the bag and shove a handful into her mouth. She crunched them happily, licking her fingertips. "I love cheetos! They're my number one American food-boyfriend!"

[Neil O'Brien]

Neil stood there, thinking to himself if he wanted to start something with the ivory haired girl. After at least 2 seconds of contemplating, he decided he would LOVE to start 'something' with her. Neil amused the idea in his head and was about to answer when another female walked up. Neil was hoping he was the only man on the base, made life A LOT easier for him. Then, this new girl, had a small white cat on her head, one of those little Japanese ones. Neil, puzzled by this, lifted his finger to poke it, but it quickly scurried into her ear.

"Cheetos!"
Before he knew it, the girls hand was down his bag of cheetos and his temper was up again.
"I love cheetos! They're my number one American food-boyfriend!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU WOMEN STEALIN' MY FOOKIN' CHEETOS?!" Neil screamed, clinging them tightly to his chest, hording them to himself. "You don't even ask..." he mumbled, mostly talking to his bag. "And waddooya mean 'boyfriend'?" he asked, his head peeking up to look at Maboroshi. Before she even answered he looked into his bag, a great deal of the delicious crunchy and cheesy snack gone already. Neil sighed, almost depressed that his snack was mostly gone.

[Trade]

She had been waiting on Neil's answer when her attention was diverted to another arrival. One that had an almost disturbingly clashing outfit and look. And.. what Lorili was almost embarrassed to be able to identify as a 'hello kitty' standing on one of her pigtails. Lorili tried not to stare and succeeded only barely and as the Hello Kirry waved, she chose to ignore it, even as it vanished into the japanese mutant's ear.

"Cheetos!... I love cheetos! They're my number one American food-boyfriend!" The late teen/young woman exclaimed in an almost hyper manner, snatching a handful of the junkfood out of the bag Neil was holding.

Neil reacted hastily, clutching the bag against himself.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU WOMEN STEALIN' MY FOOKIN' CHEETOS?!.. You don't even ask... And waddooya mean 'boyfriend'?"

Lorili almost found his reaction amusing, smirking slightly from it before glancing out of the window then bringing her attention to the two again.

"If you're going to whine about it, I'll bring back a few bags next time I go down. That way, you won't have to get all broken up about the only bag being forcefully shared. There'll be enough for both of you as I'm not too into junkfood anyway." She commented.

[The Original Redhead]

"Really? Are they selling those little-debbie Christmas-tree cakes yet? One time I ate like six boxes, but you know, they only put five in a box down there," she added, a bit scornfully. Implied in her mannerism was a definite How DARE they do such a thing hauteur that saw huge injustice in this. Probably humanity would be better off as a whole if they'd only put ten cakes to a box. Hell, if the Little Debbie people weren't so miserly and cheap, Maboroshi might be some great humanitarian or something. Anyway, Christmas Tree Cakes were supposed to be about the spirit of Christmas. You know... charity... free presents from fat men in red furry hats... very long rhymes... mmm, candy...

Visions of sugar plums danced through Maboroshi's head. Also over, around, behind, and a bit under her head. Since she didn't know really what sugar plums were, Trade and Neil would just have to accept that sparkly purple centaurs covered in glittery white sugar were, in fact, "sugar plums." One of them turned from a purple centaur into a violently green butterfly as she got distracted by the idea of a sugar-lime, and then other colors came about as she started thinking about other sugar-creatures associated with citrus. A distracted, vaguely happy smile flickered over her face as her eyes watched a couple of the little creatures get annoyed with one another and start smacking each other around with candy-canes.

"Can I go with you to get more cheetos?" she asked dreamily. "I think... yes... I want a hat. It's important."

[Kanassa]

Kanassa had been gone to Earth for quite some time on business with her hotels, but she was ready to relax a bit... Which is why she came to the wrong place. Within the first five seconds of entering the hall, she knew she wasn't going to get what she wanted. It was as if they were five year olds, fighting over cheetos...

"Honestly..." she muttered under her breath. She ignored it and walked past them, looking out the huge window showing Earth. She would never get used to being so far away and seeing Earth below her...

The others continued to... bicker.. or whatever it was they were actually doing behind her. She turned and watched them, raising an eyebrow in amusement. She had no idea how Magneto honestly expected her to keep company with them... She might as well do her own thing until she was needed. She waited to find an entrance into the mindless conversation and be sociable.. but she didn't really see it happening.

[Neil O'Brien]

This illusion girl was starting to worry Neil, the imagery dancing in and out of her head. Clearly this girl needed help, and apparently a hat. Another woman entered the scene, basically ignoring the group. Neil ignored her likewise, and focused on his severe lack of cheetos. The silver haired one offered to get him more when she went back to earth but it was unneeded. Neil would go and get his own and if she wanted some she would get her own.

"I can get my own, doll-face. Although a big 'field trip' of sorts for everyone might be fun..." Immediately after saying that Neil mentally winced realizing this opened up an opportunity for little miss Japanese girl to explode in enthusiasm and causing more imagery around her head. It probably wouldn't be so bad, as long as Neil got something for himself out of the trip.