((OOC clarification note: Reviewed the bunker map (http://community.livejournal.com/xinglost_admin/6640.html) and am assuming they're all out in the hallway near the big cafeteria. Can I assume that May pulled it together enough to seek out the Doctor and have her legs tended to? Between his sonic screwdriver and her healing ability, she'd be able to walk around without too much discomfort at this point.))
MAYDAY ENTERS
After doing cleanup duty for both breakfast and lunch, May decided she might as well try her hand at the cooking. Her legs were feeling better (the baggy cotton shorts she'd swapped out for the soot-covered denim helped a bit) and while they were still bright red looked no worse than a severe sunburn. A cold shower and a few hours' rest did wonders.
Seeing as how there seemed to be at least one vegetarian, she figured spaghetti was as good a meal as any. Well, it worked last time. She tried to hold on to the stray thought, but it faded away with no trace of where it came from.
She had the pasta boiling and another pot of marinara sauce simmering when she started inspecting the contents of the fridge for fruits and vegetables aside from the wax apples she'd collected in her earlier foraging. The soup from lunch was long gone, but there were still some mangoes, tubers, bamboo shoots, and an odd sort of lettuce* that looked like it had been recently plucked and washed. She made a mental note to see if anyone had catalogued what they were able to forage. For some reason she thought she might have done something like that, but she didn't have any kind of journal in her belongings.
Pulling out what she'd found and shutting the fridge, she set her findings down on the counter when she heard raised voices from down the hallway. What was going on now?
Turning the heat down on the burners to keep the pasta from boiling over, she stepped into the hallway, still holding the pasta spoon. There was a small crowd just outside the door. "Is everything okay out here?" she asked. "Relatively speaking - oh." May stopped dead when she saw two of "Chris" standing there. No, his apparent twin had shown up. A much scruffier twin, but that didn't disguise the resemblance at all. "I've really got to stop asking questions like that."
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Date: 2007-04-03 01:24 pm (UTC)MAYDAY ENTERS
After doing cleanup duty for both breakfast and lunch, May decided she might as well try her hand at the cooking. Her legs were feeling better (the baggy cotton shorts she'd swapped out for the soot-covered denim helped a bit) and while they were still bright red looked no worse than a severe sunburn. A cold shower and a few hours' rest did wonders.
Seeing as how there seemed to be at least one vegetarian, she figured spaghetti was as good a meal as any. Well, it worked last time. She tried to hold on to the stray thought, but it faded away with no trace of where it came from.
She had the pasta boiling and another pot of marinara sauce simmering when she started inspecting the contents of the fridge for fruits and vegetables aside from the wax apples she'd collected in her earlier foraging. The soup from lunch was long gone, but there were still some mangoes, tubers, bamboo shoots, and an odd sort of lettuce* that looked like it had been recently plucked and washed. She made a mental note to see if anyone had catalogued what they were able to forage. For some reason she thought she might have done something like that, but she didn't have any kind of journal in her belongings.
Pulling out what she'd found and shutting the fridge, she set her findings down on the counter when she heard raised voices from down the hallway. What was going on now?
Turning the heat down on the burners to keep the pasta from boiling over, she stepped into the hallway, still holding the pasta spoon. There was a small crowd just outside the door. "Is everything okay out here?" she asked. "Relatively speaking - oh." May stopped dead when she saw two of "Chris" standing there. No, his apparent twin had shown up. A much scruffier twin, but that didn't disguise the resemblance at all. "I've really got to stop asking questions like that."
((*Water lettuce))