RP: YSS Eucharis [Post Mission 20.1] Dinner at the Princess Dunes Restaurant

[Nashoba]

Sune smiled at his shipmates, soon to be former. This was a game he had fond memories of on the Bouken.

"Okay, so since it seems that everyone is ready who is going to play. Let's get started." He said, and turned to the wait staff. "If you please."

The two members of the hotel each picked up an orange and placed it under the chin of the first person in each line.

Once he noted that both oranges were in place, "And Start." he said with a smile.

 

[BionicSamurai]

Team 2

Chieko heard the word "start" and walked up to the head of the line where the bowl was. She lifted her chin excitedly and called out, "I'm ready." When the waitstaff put the orange in place, the energized Minkan turned to wards her other teammates.

"Worl," she tried to speak, "Whosh neksht?"

 

[Nightender]

Team 2

Lifting her own chin, Akane tilted and said, "I'm ready." She got close to Chieko, trying to line up her neck, much like she would line up a shot with a rifle. Closing her chin against the orange and her chest, the young neko hoped she had the round fruit. Not tearing away, Akane wanted to make sure that Chieko pulled loose before passing the orange to the next person in line.

 

[Zain Snowpaw]

Kale couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight before him. Thank goodness for digital memories.

"Ok" he said with a small smile. "This should be interesting"

Keeping your hands behind your back made manouvering very hard indeed. Even so he attempted to retrieve the orange from Akane.

Despite a number of funny moments and a few mind curses the errant fruit was successfully transferred. As he turned it was painfully obvious that the orange was somewhat off centre. It would hold for now but it was definitely wasn't the most comfortable feeling. If not transferred quickly it would begin to slip.

"Good luck." He said to Ayumi

 

[Floodwaters]

Team 1

When Sune gave the signal to begin, Sienna found that she was actually the one standing nearest to the bowl of fruit, and wasn't quite prepared when the waiter approached her holding the first orange in an outstretched hand. She almost reacted to what for a split second looked like a poor attempt to either strangle her or grope her, but then the orange was tucked under her chin. With a roll of her eyes and a resigned smirk, she clasped her hands behind her back and considered how goofy she must look before turning to Junko, gingerly keeping the orange sandwiched between her chin and collarbone. It wasn't until she moved to try and transfer the orange to the brunette NCO that she realized just how tricky it was going to be without her hands. She made a couple of awkward movements, tilting to one side and then the other, and couldn't help but snicker at herself as she tried to hand it off.

 

[Gunsight1]

Natsumi giggles as she watched Sienna take the first orange. It all looked very awkward indeed. She would be after Junko in the line and tried to think how the transfer was going to work out. The thought of an orange going down the front of her dress was not all that appealing. She glanced at the other team as well to see how they were handling transferring their orange as well, hoping to get some sort of alternate plan quickly worked out in her head in case whatever Sienna and Junko did didn't work out.

 

[BionicSamurai]

Chieko cautiously made her way over to Akane and tilted in order to make it easier for the Neko to get at the orange. She held it there for a bit, trying to judge he team-mate's grip on the fruit before preparing to come away. Once the infantry woman had settled, the science adviser let go and backed away to give her clearance to pass the thing along.

 

[Sean_ODuibher]

Team 1

Junko tilted back and forth, mirroring Sienna, as she tried to judge the best approach. The situation was awkward, even more so as she leaned in close toward Sienna, but for the moment she was focused on the task and was thus spared from the full feeling of embarrassment. Head and torso cocked to the side, Junko moved in. It took a few seconds of struggling, made all the more difficult and ridiculous looking by the height difference, but at last she could feel the orange under her chin and tilted her head forward until she felt it securely held. She backed away cautiously, highly wary of a slip up, and turned slowly and gingerly toward Natsumi, her head still at a silly looking cant.