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The Gaming RPG
Subject: **pokes board**


Author:
Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, Sev Visagery, and Seifer Almasy
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Date Posted: 17:28:23 10/04/01 Thu
Did anyone have anything they were planning to do? If so, I'm sorry, and you can, uh, ignore this or whatever.

IC:

The evening progresses smoothly. The food is good, the atmosphere is relaxing, and the meal progresses with pleasant conversation and the minimum of conflict. It seems like everyone wants to take it easy, now that the danger is past and they can be relieved that they are alive. Certainly, things will never be the same again, but for now, they can pretend that things are. . . normal. Though what was normal, in the first place?

(before the building fell down, before they nearly died, before there was terror and betrayal, old friends and old enemies)

Cloud even polishes off his squid pasta with every sign of enjoyment.

And when the meal is over, when their plates are cleaned, reality can return. Vincent is the one to voice it, putting down his fork with a neat clink against his plate. "So, what are we going to do now?"

OOC: Boy, that seemed really close to home.
Subject: Weeha. We may be getting a new RPer soon!


Author:
Gabriel Logan, Lian Xing, and Teresa Lipan
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Date Posted: 09:44:50 10/01/01 Mon
Gabe, looking a bit put-out (or disappointed; it's hard to tell), takes bite after bite of his chicken. He's trying to hide the fact that he's watching Lian, and he's failing miserably.
Good thing Lian is far too surprised to notice. Delicately holding the flower, a slight blush of embarassment across her cheeks, she glances at Teresa, who is nodding appreciately between sips of her soup. Lian smiles and lays the daisy beside her plate, suddenly becoming very interested in the lasagna in front of her.
Teresa catches sight of Gabe, a slow grin spreading across her features. This is sooooome dinner party.
Subject: All right already, all right!


Author:
Cloud Strife, Sev Visagery, Vincent Valentine, and Seifer Almasy
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Date Posted: 10:50:06 09/30/01 Sun
"I believe we are satisfied for now," Vincent says gravely. This is something of an understatement, as Sev has already started consuming his steak with the ravenous appetite that dying apparently hasn't curbed. Seifer is spearing carrots with his fork, though he was amusedly watching Cloud of the corner of his eye.

Cloud is poking at his noodles with what is unmistakeably a what the heck is this stuff? expression. At last, he winds some of it around his fork and takes a tentative bite. He chews contemplatively and swallows. Pause pause pause. Grin. Have another forkful.

Looks like the evening's shaping up nicely.
Subject: No Subject


Author:
Irvine Kinneas
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Date Posted: 06:10:03 09/29/01 Sat
Once again slipping off towards the kitchens, Irvine mentally repeats the order to himself as he goes, not even bothering with the little notepad this time. He shortens the meals and uses the names that the kitchen staff uses, focusing instead on who ordered which meal.

Squid noodles for Spikes, steak, potato, and peas for the other guy, fish, green beans, and corn for the other guy's boss, nothing for the pretty one, lasagna for the other pretty one, and rooster pie for the last guy. Squid noodles for Spikes...

The women of the group require less mental description for Irvine, but that's because it's a lot easier to remember the face of a woman than a man. That's what Irvine would tell you, anyway.

A short time later he returns with another, nondescript waiter, each with an identical silver platter with the separate meals arranged on them. In the center of each there is a small assortment of flowers, to add to the atmosphere of the restaurant.

Both waiters distribute the food to the correct recipients, the second waiter only hesitating once when unsure of who ordered the squid pasta. In actuallity he couldn't believe anyone would order squid pasta, but he wasn't paid to make judgements.

The trays emptied, Irvine adds one of the flower arrangements in the vase at the center of the table, and scoops a small white daisy out of the other. He winks and presents it to Lian with a small bow, then straightens with a natural, easy-going smile and addresses the whole group.

"Is there anything else I can do for you tonight, or will that be all for now?"
Subject: ...so how long are we keeping them in the restaurant?


Author:
Gabriel Logan, Lian Xing, and Teresa Lipan
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Date Posted: 10:06:41 09/14/01 Fri
Gabe NEARLY laughs at Cloud. Nearly. After all, the last time he'd gone overseas on a legitimate mission, he'd had to order things he didn't understand either. Of course, he wasn't picky, but it was certainly in the best interest of your stomach not to ask what was in your food. He looks at Lian. "You remember the 'cuisine of the day' don't you?" Surprisingly, Lian bursts into laughter.
Teresa leans her chin on her hand, elbow on the table. "I'm sure I'm missing something here."
"Well," Gabe explains, as Lian attempts to calm down, "Lian was back at base and I was off in some god forsaken place, and I had to eat something. Now, the only thing I knew how to say in any language was 'I'd like the cuisine of the day,' and that was due to Lian's language translator. So I ordered the cuisine of the day."
"I fail to see the humor in this."
"Apparently," Lian chokes out, "they gave him live squid."
"Okay, but you can still eat squid."
"Well...really it was what he was like on the communicator. Silence for about ten seconds, then-'Lian, you got me live squid. LIVE squid. Oh God! It's hopping around on the table!'"
"Was I that excited about it?"
"Something to that effect."
Dry humor, yes, but there's an odd feeling in the air. Mainly, the feeling of unresolved conflict. What's going to happen now that the Agency's broken up? Gabe certainly doesn't want to go back into the Army, but somehow he can't quite picture himself as a normal civilian. Lian would be comfortable anywhere, that was just her nature... but that was a whole different matter, and besides- Gabe just didn't have the courage to talk to her.
Teresa, meanwhile, would be perfectly fine continuuing her freelance spy operation. Of course, with no one to talk to, who'd listen to her wise-ass remarks? And she could come up with some pretty good ones, but only with an audience around. Besides, who would be there to laugh at? Not Gabe, the "old man" or "boss." Not Lian, the "selfless mother." Good grief, life was getting boring! And only at 25!
Lian uncomfortably shrugs a shoulder. It doesn't matter to her where she goes next... as long as she keeps contact with Gabe. And Teresa, that matters too. Without Teresa, she'd be completely depressed. After all, who'd helped her in the very beginning, while Gabe was still freaking out over the fact that she was new? ...Then again, Gabe hadn't stopped caring about her since... or had he? Oh Christ, even SHE didn't know anymore. Did Gabe?
Did anyone?
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Subject: I have total and complete permission for this.


Author:
Vincent Valentine, Cloud Strife, Sev Visagery, and Seifer Almasy
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Date Posted: 14:27:33 08/31/01 Fri
"Hey, what's wrong with squid pasta?" Cloud says, looking indignant. "Squid pasta is good!"

"Do you even know what squid pasta is?" Seifer interjects in a bored tone.

"Of course I do!" Cloud retorts. "It's--it's some kind of seafood! . . . isn't it?"

Seifer replies with a snicker, causing Cloud to pinken slightly in frustration. But Cloud doesn't try to retract his choice, and Seifer places his own order of lambchops, with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.

Cloud settles down, mumbling something about being raised in Nibelheim and not being exposed to any fancy dishes in the Midgar slums and the horrible mess food in the ShinRa military. Vincent and Sev delicately say nothing; after all, they were Turks once, and if there's one advantage to being ShinRa's dog, it's good pay and good food.

OOC: Yeah. That was short and crappy.
Subject: ...Has Kaie left?


Author:
Gabriel Logan, Lian Xing, and Teresa Lipan
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Date Posted: 09:16:57 08/27/01 Mon
Gabe orders a chicken dish; the details escape him. Really he doesn't care what he eats, as long as it does run off the plate. He never did like fancy restaurants, and even that first introductory dinner to the Agency was a bit uncomfortable - especially since he'd met Lian there, and well... he'd been a bit skeptical.

"She's fresh in from China."
"China?!?"
"Supposed to be the head of her communications department. Should be helpful."
"Any background checks?"
"Hey, Logan, I don't make the rules. Live with it."

Oh, he'd lived with it, all right. And learned to like it. Lian had been a big help, and still was. And her field skills weren't that bad either. Except that she has a tendency to be quite selfless at times...

Lian lethargically orders a small plate of lasagna. She should've expected the vaccine to have a few side effects. One of them was apparently a reduced appetite. Not a problem, however, as it HAD cured the virus... and good grief, that was worth side effects any day. It would've been nice to know what those renegade Agents had been doing at the restaurant, but as they'd left, it hardly mattered. And besides... really it wasn't their fault. They'd all been following orders, and probably had almost no idea what had really been going on. Most likely they had been some of the newer recruits. Fresh in, just like she had been.... oh, was it five or six years ago?
The only difference was, THEY wouldn't have to live through the hell she'd had to.

Teresa is the only one who's finding any humor in the situation right now, and shakes her head. "Squid pasta? Really, squid pasta?" A grin. "Nothing for me, thanks, I'll just live with this nice soup here." She eyes the menu once before putting it back down. Never anything really worth spending money on, anyways. Downtown D.C. was like that. Expensive, but cheap. In some cases, really cheap. Take the music playing over the loudspeakers, for example. Who listens to Don Ho anymore?
Besides, some music is bad for the digestion. Then again, so are some places.
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Subject: Whee, watch me post!


Author:
Vincent Valentine, Cloud Strife, and Sev Visagery
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Date Posted: 20:36:48 08/26/01 Sun
Vincent orders a surprisingly healthy meal: grilled salmon with a sides of green beans and corn. Or perhaps not surprisingly; he was never been a health freak, but he does believe in being in top physical condition for top performance. An out of shape assassin doesn't stick around very long. And top physical condition means maintaining a healthy diet.

"Sirloin steak. Walk the cow by the stove and serve it up. With, mmm, a baked potato with everything and peas." Sev catches the mildly disapproving look from Vincent (a familiar one, though he's used to it being given through shorter hair) and gives him a smirk in response. "Lighten up, 'boss.' I'm not on your team anymore."

For a moment, it's almost like old times. But Vincent turns his attention to his salad instead, and the moment cracks and splinters and shatters into fragments of sepia-toned memories.

Relieved to still be intact and maybe even forgiven, Cloud pages frantically through his menu. He hasn't paid much attention to the choices, unfortunately, being too involved in making small talk, and it isn't until everyone else has ordered that Cloud finally gives his order. "Um, I'll have the squid pasta."
Subject: No Subject


Author:
Irvine Kinneas
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Date Posted: 10:54:44 08/24/01 Fri
Irvine bustles away from the kitchen with their orders on an expensive-looking silver tray, navigating the dining room with ease as he makes his way back to their table.

Once he arrives he slides the tray onto the table and distributes their orders from memory, placing the correct order in front of the correct person without fail.

"The management is terribly sorry for making you wait and expresses their deepest apologies." He pauses, laughs a little, then offers an informal bow, whispering as he reaches the deepest point of the bow. "One of the cooks dropped his hat onto one of the grills and refused to continue until we got him a new one." He laughs again and winks, standing back up and flipping the notepad open.

"Will there be anything else?"
Subject: ...I actually wanted Harlen to post, but...


Author:
Gabriel Logan, Lian Xing, and Teresa Lipan
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Date Posted: 03:45:08 08/20/01 Mon
Gabe relaxes slightly as Cloud attempts to defend his words. Now that THAT'S over... He chooses to look around the restaurant, glancing with distaste at several new arrivals. Former Agents, it would seem, as they catch his glare and slowly back up towards the door. Lian swivels in her chair and looks with a bit of surprise at them - her look is returned. The Agents very quickly turn and burst back outside, obviously more than a little shocked, and definitely frightened.
Teresa, although noticing the exchange, doesn't seem to be worried, and gestures at a table to their right, which has just received its food. "Is it just me," she says lowly, "or were they seated AFTER us?"
Lian swats at Teresa, teasing. "Oh, maybe you're scaring off the waiter."
Subject: Vat you want I should say?


Author:
Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Sev Visagery
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Date Posted: 20:21:26 08/13/01 Mon
Sev looks very, very amused, his violet-red eyes hardening slightly. But he says nothing. Maybe he's taking a few tips from Vincent; speak little, listen much, see more.

Vincent, however, is watching Sev out of the corner of his eye, and a slightly disturbed look passes over his face, then is gone like a cloud on a summer day. This is not the Sev he remembers, though he is hardly the Vincent that Sev would remember, either. The Sev he knew had a smart mouth and loved to party and have fun, to run risks. Vincent had always been the one who kept the older (but no wiser) Turk out of trouble.

"The trouble is, Vinnie, you don't know how ta have fun."
"The trouble is that you don't know when you keep your mouth shut. And don't call me Vinnie."
"Aw, whassamatter, Vin? You always such a tightwad. Gotta get that pole pulled outta your--"
"Shut up, Sev."

Cloud, meanwhile, has scooted his chair away from Gabe, trying to make it as unnoticable as possible. But subtlety is hardly Cloud Strife's strong point, and he nearly knocks over his water glass in the process. "Oh, hey, lighten up! I didn't mean anything by it, yanno? Well, maybe I did, but nothing--aw, hell, I'msorryifIsaidanythingstupidpleasedon'tkillme." Cloud offers up a sheepish smile.


OOC: **watches Cloud spiral wildly out of character** Well, not really. He is fun, though. I should have done this sooner.
Subject: ...


Author:
Gabriel Logan, Lian Xing, and Teresa Lipan
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Date Posted: 15:42:02 08/11/01 Sat
Lian blinks. "It's been gone for roughly two days, Cloud...and..." The expression on Gabe's face is one of pure horror and anger.
Teresa catches sight of the two of them. "Cloud...you may want to quit while you're ahead." God, I hope the food comes SOON...
Subject: Oops! Sorry, forgot!


Author:
Vincent Valentine, Cloud Strife, and Sev Visagery
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Date Posted: 07:21:46 08/07/01 Tue
"Well, I guess I can see why. . ." Cloud glances at Vincent, who is taking a sip of his water and not deigning to comment. He plows on, placing both elbows on the table and leaning forward with a boyish grin on his face. "But the Agency isn't around anymore, is it?"

Sev is about to sneer and put in his own two cents, but cuts himself off. Not a good idea when he's being treated to dinner, and the ex-Turk is hardly stupid.
Subject: Teehee!


Author:
Teresa Lipan, Lian Xing, ad Gabriel Logan
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Date Posted: 01:10:00 08/04/01 Sat
Teresa glances at Lian and Gabe, both with shocked and uncomfortable expressions, and smothers yet another laugh. "If I'd KNOWN this was going to be comedy hour..."
"Teresa, HONESTLY!" Lian is flushing bright red.
Gabe says nothing.
"Here, I'll answer for you, Strife. The Agency didn't like partnerships on the job. Romance was discouraged. That's why we're not married." Lian glances at Gabe, who gives her a grateful look. Talking about marriage, especially with his partner, is obviously one thing he isn't good at.
Teresa smirks. "Actually, it's more along the lines of 'he hasn't proposed yet', the big dummy."
"You can shut up now, Teresa."
Subject: No Subject


Author:
Ivrine Kinneas
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Date Posted: 09:49:40 08/01/01 Wed
Irvine nods and tips his hat to the returning ladies, flipping the notebook shut and slipping it into a pocket inside his jacket as he moves away from the table to place their orders with the kitchen.

The group gets bigger? What in the world could she have meant by that? I've got a good job here, and it would be madness to give it up for no good reason. He laughs at himself, ripping a page off the notebook and handing it to one of the chefs. If that's true, Kinneas, why do you have your gun hidden away in your locker in the back room, even though the boss told you not to?

He picks up the drinks and balances them on a tray, pushing out the door to the kitchen and heading back to the table, setting the tray down without spilling a drop.
Well, that messed up. All I said after the HR was "I'm aware that having them all had ordered drinks was an auto, but you're supposed to do that before you order your appetizers. Any problem, smack me." (NT) -- Harlen, 09:57:52 08/01/01 Wed
Subject: Look ma, another post!


Author:
Sev Visagery, Cloud Strife, and Vincent Valentine (I don't have to play Seifer anymore!)
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Date Posted: 10:19:38 07/31/01 Tue
Sev leans back comfortably in his chair, looking remarkably unruffled considering he's just been told to his face that he's disliked. "Oh, no offense taken. I'm used to being disliked." That's very true. Turks are not the most popular of ShinRa employees, even by the other staff.

And now, Cloud displays an amazing amount of Strife Tact--that is to say, none. "Why aren't you married, anyway?"

Vincent almost winces.


OOC: Anyone feel like beating Cloud over the head? Teehee.
Subject: .


Author:
Teresa Lipan, Lian Xing, and Gabriel Logan
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Date Posted: 01:44:39 07/31/01 Tue
Teresa returns from the bathroom and calmly sits down, sipping from her water glass. Lian glances at her before looking back at Sev. "And who, by the way, asked you to speak?"
Gabe puts a cautioning hand on Lian's arm, but also looks at Sev. "You haven't exactly been the greatest help, so you'll excuse me for disliking you."
Teresa nearly bursts out laughing again. "Oh for cryin' out loud, you two are like a married couple!"
Lian promptly blushes.
"Hey, Sev, don't pay them any mind, they're just being sweet."
Gabe shoots Teresa a look that can only mean "Shut up."
Subject: Eh, who needs a subject?


Author:
Vincent Valentine, Cloud Strife, Sev Visagery, and Seifer Almasy
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Date Posted: 12:55:59 07/28/01 Sat
"The group gets bigger?" Sev repeats, arching an eyebrow. "Who said our waiter's joining our group just because he knows someone at our table?" He skims the menu one last time and says, "I'll have soup."

Seifer's face closes down at Irvine's joke, the smirk fading from his face. He almost looks his age, an angry young man with a lot on his shoulders and nothing to show for it but a scar on his face and fear in his eyes. For once, the blustering youth has nothing to say. "Soup," he mutters at last, remembering that he has not yet designated a soup or a salad.

"I think that's it," Sev says briskly.


OOC: Yeah, I know not everyone in my Name thingie had something to say or do. ^_^;; I'm too lazy to edit it though, so there you go. And is it the norm to also order whatever it is you're going to eat along with whether you want soup or salad? I think it is.
Subject: No Subject


Author:
Irvine Kinneas
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Date Posted: 12:12:01 07/28/01 Sat
Irvine writes down the orders aimed at him offhandedly, not even seeming to register the effort taken to flip open the cover of the pad of paper, lick the tip of his pen, and scribble the orders down on the white paper.

"What's got me working here? Many, many attractive women with sizeable sums of money." He laughs, then continues. "And the pay's good, too. What brings you to a place like this? Last I checked we didn't have any sorceresses working on the waitstaff." He pauses and glances around the table, not considering the poor taste of his joke.

"Will there be anything else?"
Subject: Last post before I leave for Iowa. I wish it weren't so crappy.


Author:
Lian Xing, Teresa Lipan, Gabriel Logan
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Date Posted: 01:21:11 07/25/01 Wed
Lian covers her mouth and looks sideways at Teresa. Both are apparently struggling to control laughter. Gabe sends them a warning glance. And Lian was the one who liked restaurants... He shrugs. "I'd like a salad, please."
"Erm....soup, p-please," gasps Teresa, "Excuse me a moment." She gets up and heads off for the women's room, smothering a laugh.
Lian calms herself and smiles languidly. "The little group gets bigger," she comments. "I'll have a salad."
Subject: Woo, lookit me post!


Author:
Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, Sev Visagery, and Seifer Almasy
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Date Posted: 15:11:07 07/24/01 Tue
OOC: I never finished FF8 (I CAN'T BEAT ULTIMECIA, DAMMIT! Oh, and it doesn't help that Jen has my game. ^_^;;), so I have no idea whether Seifer made it out alive. I'm pretty sure he did, but someone smack me if I'm wrong.


"I'll have soup," Cloud says, hardly before Irvine has finished his line. It might be all I have tonight, at these prices, he thinks, aggravated, before realizing that Irvine's attention doesn't seem to be on him. He glances up and realizes that Irvine's looking at Seifer as if he's seen a ghost (OOC: I think that's an auto. Kick me if you don't like it).

Seifer looks surprised as well, but the shock is quickly replaced by an easy smirk, dangerous and sharp and taunting as his gunblade. "Hey, Kinneas. Long time no see. What's got you working in a penguin suit in a place like this?"

"Uh. . . do you two know each other?" Cloud finds himself asking stupidly, looking from one to the other.

Seifer snickers. "Oh, how perceptive you are, Spikes."

Sev is far more amused by Irvine's cowboy hat, which is strikingly out of place in this restaurant (though at least it's a matching color). For a moment he's tempted to lean up and snatch it off the waiter's head, just to irk him, then decides against it. Really, it's amazing they let him keep wear a hat in this place. And the hair, too.

"I'll have a Caesar salad," Vincent says calmly, ignoring everything else.
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