GFL Room RP 1

M1903 Springfield   That sounds good! Actually undoes her hair for a minute before tying it back in a ponytail. Don't want any sausages garnished with ginger hair. Eugh. But anywho, pulls off her gloves, putting them in a pocket before pushing up her sleeves. Let's get cooking! Moves to the kitchen to start on this breakfast of mechanical champions, getting the sausage and bacon out of the freezer, and a carton of eggs out of the fridge. A couple of clangs could be heard as a pair of pans were removed from whatever cupboard they were located, and another as they were placed on the stove. Not necessarily reckless clangs, but more clangs of metal-against-metal contact. Springfield turned on the stove, and while the pans heated up, she stretched. Arms up, bend to one side, now bend to the other side....Ahh. Stood up straight, and pulled the bacon out of its package, still together, and then put the entire thing in one pan, putting its lid on. Then turned to the other pan, putting the sausages in that one, and humming a little in satisfaction at the vibrant sizzle it produced as the frost practically fell off the sausages. Though, let's be honest, the sausage sizzle was nothing compared to the commotion the bacon was making once the heat started actually getting through to the slabs of pork. Springfield stood for a moment, then put the eggs back in the fridge. Has a plan for them!
	A couple minutes passed, and Springfield pulled the lid off of the bacon pan, hissing softly as a fat bubble popped, sending a drop of hot grease from the pan right onto the arm not holding the lid. Ow, ow, ow! Put the lid back on the pan before slipping over to the sink, running cold water over the spot, silently cursing her luck. Once the momentary pain ceased, Springfield sighed, and then stepped back over to the pan. Let's try this again. This time, Springfield had a spatula at the ready. She lifted the pan, and immediately started shuffling the cooking slices of bacon around, separating them from their earlier state of being in a collective slab. Springfield smiled in satisfaction as she split the bacon apart to allow it to cook properly, and then put the lid back on that pan, turning to the sausage, lifting its lid to shuffle the little rolls of meat around as well, humming a small tune.
Welrod  	Tired eyes and waking body make the same decision as Welrod begins to become lucid to a brand-new day- Rolling over, hugging the coat donated by Springfield and squeaking in a contained stretched, burrowing her face into the cushions of the couch. It was early, she was still tired and despite her duties and obligations, the pistol was not willing to rile herself for them. She was warm and somewhat comfortable on the couch. The clang of metal and sizzling caught her attention however and a silent huff was given. Food is good...

M1903 Springfield  	Aha! Has located a brush. Steps back into the main space, running the brush through her hair with one hand and using the other to briefly wave to DSR before it went back to assisting the other hand in organizing her hair from having been so jumbled overnight.
HK416  	Perfectly kept hair. Glimmers
DSR-50  	Mombot wave, back to the nothing she was doing.
M1903 Springfield  	Keeps forgetting about the mombot thing! Haha. Well, after a few strokes of her brush through her hair and some situating, she managed to get her hair back into its usual style. Voila!~
  	Now, for some breakfast. Anyone up for eggs and bacon?
UMP40  	Is up for sausage. Big.. meaty ones. With honey!
HK416  	Hand to her stomach. Eggs and bacon sounds.. good.. even if the doll of few words wasn't looking all that excited about it. -Sausage too.. she's something of a certified sausage expert.
MP5  	Quiet milk sputter.
M1903 Springfield  	That sounds good! Actually undoes her hair for a minute before tying it back in a ponytail. Don't want any sausages garnished with ginger hair. Eugh. But anywho, pulls off her gloves, putting them in a pocket before pushing up her sleeves. Let's get cooking! Moves to the kitchen to start on this breakfast of mechanical champions, getting the sausage and bacon out of the freezer, and a carton of eggs out of the fridge. A couple of clangs could be heard as a pair of pans were removed from whatever cupboard they were located, and another as they were placed on the stove. Not necessarily reckless clangs, but more clangs of metal-against-metal contact. Springfield turned on the stove, and while the pans heated up, she stretched. Arms up, bend to one side, now bend to the other side....Ahh. Stood up straight, and pulled the bacon out of its package, still together, and then put the entire thing in one pan, putting its lid on. Then turned to the other pan, putting the sausages in that one, and humming a little in satisfaction at the vibrant sizzle it produced as the frost practically fell off the sausages. Though, let's be honest, the sausage sizzle was nothing compared to the commotion the bacon was making once the heat started actually getting through to the slabs of pork. Springfield stood for a moment, then put the eggs back in the fridge. Has a plan for them!
UMP40  	Pets MP5. She should join everyone for breakfast.. also, goes to put on her posting hat.
MP5  	Still sleepy.. she wouldn't want to mess things up. She'll be good and stay out of the way, probably. While doing her utmost to not imagine her fellow German as a sausage expert.
M1903 Springfield  	A couple minutes passed, and Springfield pulled the lid off of the bacon pan, hissing softly as a fat bubble popped, sending a drop of hot grease from the pan right onto the arm not holding the lid. Ow, ow, ow! Put the lid back on the pan before slipping over to the sink, running cold water over the spot, silently cursing her luck. Once the momentary pain ceased, Springfield sighed, and then stepped back over to the pan. Let's try this again. This time, Springfield had a spatula at the ready. She lifted the pan, and immediately started shuffling the cooking slices of bacon around, separating them from their earlier state of being in a collective slab. Springfield smiled in satisfaction as she split the bacon apart to allow it to cook properly, and then put the lid back on that pan, turning to the sausage, lifting its lid to shuffle the little rolls of meat around as well, humming a small tune.
Welrod  	Tired eyes and waking body make the same decision as Welrod begins to become lucid to a brand-new day- Rolling over, hugging the coat donated by Springfield and squeaking in a contained stretched, burrowing her face into the cushions of the couch. It was early, she was still tired and despite her duties and obligations, the pistol was not willing to rile herself for them. She was warm and somewhat comfortable on the couch. The clang of metal and sizzling caught her attention however and a silent huff was given. Food is good...
UMP40  	Rather than watch over shoulder as Springfield cooked like the hungry little rascal she knows herself to be, she smiled after he exiting riflewoman, and made work for her idle hands, following after her to set a table in the canteen for herself, 416, and.. two others, just in case. Who knows how many dolls would want in on Springfield's home cooking once it's done? In the process of gathering silverware and plates, she walks past Springfield and takes note of what she's doing. Cooking. She sucks at it personally, but upon seeing the lack of crushed red pepper to the side on standby, for the purpose of seasoning the eggs, she resolves herself to grabbing condiments for the table. Hot sauce, a bottle of pickle juice, apple butter for the sausage.. the works. Once she has it all, she takes her leave from the kitchen, and neatly sets everything on one of the many varnished, wood tables in the cafeteria, then takes her seat nearest to the wall. Now to wait..
XM8  	Breakfast time. That lovely time of the morning where the selections were good, but the desire to spend a lot of time preparing them was low. Needless to say, XM8's desire to spend a lot of time on something was little to nothing. But there were solutions to that fit of laziness that accompanied early-morning grogginess, and she was going to exploit it to it's fullest extent. Of course, she had been up for the greater part of the morning, longer than everyone else, so she'd been spending most of her time huddled in a little cozy corner she'd made for herself; watching videos and doing some light working. Meandering over to the fridge, XM8 yanked open the top door that contai

ned a small freezer. Whistling casually to herself, she tugged out a frozen breakfast meal that had a mixture of potatoes, bacon, sausage, eggs, and diced vegetables. Switching to the fridge, M8 retrieved a bottle of orange juice and then promptly shut both doors. Her breakfast was already halfway done to being complete! Stripping away the box her insta-breakfast was sheathed within and pulling back a corner of the plastic, she shoved the little container into the microwave and set it to two minutes. Giving her bottle a shake, she cracked it open and took a small sip while she waited, giving a sideways glance at Springfield and the nice-smelling food she was cooking. "I don't se

e how you have the patience to cook all that stuff so early. It's why I mostly just eat cereal or something." She murmured. "Does smell and look pretty good, though...". Once her food was finished; signified with the beep of the microwave, M8 tugged out the container and yanked off the plastic cover like the dirty slut that instant breakfast was. Grabbing a bottle of ketchup and a fork on the way over to the area where UMP had set everything up, she slipped into a chair diagonal from UMP. "Good morning.~" And with that, the rifle began to feast, slathering her breakfast in ketchup and politely (or as politely as she could) wolf it down, followed by the occasional drink of her OJ.
M1903 Springfield   While she went about cooking the breakfast, she glanced behind her to smile at UMP as she walked past, then turned her attention back to the food she was in process of preparing. After a few moments, she went and got a plate, a couple paper towels to cover it, and brought them back to the stove, setting them to the counter next to the stove. Springfield reached for the spatula, taking it up and lifting the lid of the pan the bacon was in. Seeing the delicious pork to near perfection, Springfield began lifting the slices of meat onto the plate with the paper towel on it, the fat dripping from the bacon onto the plate or into the pan. This was part of Springfield's plan. Once the b

acon was taken out, Springfield stepped the sausage, checking on it. This was when XM8 came in, and Springfield glanced up, seeing the other rifle get out an instant breakfast. Springfield would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed to see XM8 lack the patience to wait for a proper meal, but she couldn't help but chuckle a little at the assault rifle's comment. "Well, I guess patience is just in my nature. And besides, I truly enjoy cooking. It's an art form in itself, and when I can share it with the other dolls, it's very satisfying." She smiled at XM8 as she went off to the dining area, before turning back to the sausage pan, getting the rolls of meat out of it and puttin

g them on a plate. That's two parts of breakfast done! Now for the eggs. Springfield went and got the eggs out of the fridge, placing the carton on the counter. Now, having finished the eggs and sausage, this left behind a pan filled with bacon fat. Though, considering it was a very, very large amount of fat, Spring took the pan and lifted it over to the sink, pouring some of the fat out before putting the pan back on the stove. She'd then start to crack a few eggs, dropping the meat of the eggs into the bacon fat, smiling yet again at the fruitful sizzle the eggs cooking in bacon fat made. Mmm.~ She'd look behind her to call out, "Breakfast is almost ready for anyone wanting any!"

HK416  	How long had she been there exactly? The fact she managed to slip on in without much notice was a testament to how quiet she could really be. She might chalk her stealthy entry up to being nimble and skilled at infiltration, even if that was a bit of a stretch in this context. The rifle was going to just scoot on over to an adequate place to seat herself and drop her rear down into the cushion. Hands gripping the bottom her skirt, she made sure to tug it down enough to protect her modesty and bare thighs squished together. Both her hands then dug down between those legs and she sat patiently without so much as a single word spoken to anyone. That scent that carried on the air.. that was what had drawn her in! Cooking meat was a distinct smell that had mouths watering in anticipation of a good meal, she was no different in that regard. Sausag

es, bacon, it didn't really matter what she was served with, it was all welcome on her plate. She might have wanted to speak up just to ask for an extra portion- not only because she feels that her performance deserves such reward, but also since she doesn't typically have anyone actually cooking for her. She's not really the sort to wallow in self indulgences, even when she might want to sometimes, but she would remain silent and wasn't willing to make any comments unless one happened to directed to her. Might as well get comfy then! Sinking herself back into the seat, she still had her hands neatly wedged between legs and stared straight ahead while patiently awaiting the best part of cooking.. actually getting to consume it. What did that stoic face seek to portray? The lack of emotive expression could have been for many reasons, raging from

a lack of genuine care to a discomfort at her surroundings, but she wasn't going to do much to change the vaguely sour frown on her face. Her face would turn from left to right and back again as she watched the busy UMP40 moving back and forth between the kitchen. Should she get up and take a seat at the table? The hardest part of deciding to do such a thing would be choosing exactly where to sit! There was some tactical aspects to making that choice, since she didn't really want to be wedged between everyone and would be far more at home on some end space without anyone on one side of herself.. but who would be on the other? On the other hand, she's something of a special combatant that should be confident in her own abilities, so perhaps it would be more appropriate for her to seat herself right at the focal point of the gathering? Her attenti

on then shifted from one girl to another, laying her eyes on XM8 as she set about devouring her 'meal'. She was quite used to instant food herself (namely ramen cups) but it was more due to a lack of access to much better than a lack of desire to cook! Actually, now she finds herself filled with some urge to make her way over to the prepared table and await the food there instead. Hopping up from her seat, she marched right on over and hastily slid up beside XM8 so she could then just plonk herself right down beside her! She had better not get any ideas though, it would have simply looked odd if she came in and moved to a seat distant from them. Arms immediately crossed sternly over her chest and she was as rigid and stiff with her posture as an Android could possibly be. She's only here for food, so she would await it patiently and silently.
Within the next few minutes, the raw eggs had scrambled into a delicious dish of eggs, cheese, and bacon fat, then served onto a singular plate from which the other dolls could pick from, as was the other two dishes. She picked up two plates, putting one of them cradled between her forearm and upper arm, and then picked up the third plate, carefully carrying them over to the table where all who had assembled were. "Alright! Bon Appetite!~" She placed down each plate individually, and then went to get plates for the dolls. Perhaps she had said Bon Appetite too soon? It was fine. Springfield soon came back with forks and plates for UMP40 and 416, placing them down in front of the two, given how XM8 already had a meal in front of her. "Alright. Now, I've got to go for now. Got a call on a mission, but I'll be back later. You guys behave, alright?" She taps the backs of their chairs before hustling out the door.
  	  	416's skill when it comes to masking her presence is to be admired, especially since 40, one of few dolls who would be willing to speak to her while she's playing host to such a dour expression, didn't even see her until she finally sat at her readied table and was joined by XM8, whom she greeted with a nod and a "hello!". The SMG smiles at her distant, rifle kin(416) gently, flicking the tiniest wave of her wrist.. it's when she does this that XM8 speaks. "Morning, XM8." Her eyes are turned from 416 to instead focus on the rifle directly in front of her. Her food too. She looks a little puzzled. "Why'd you make an instant meal, fishy? Springfield's cooking for everybody." A tilt of the head enunciates her question further. She never would have guessed that the busy doll before her was so impatient that waiting was too much a hassle.
  	The food doesn't look very good either, but XM8 took to it like a dried jellyfish to water.. it's actually kind of a sight. She's so engrossed by it that she doesn't even notice 416's silent approach, until she looks up and the rifle is just, there. "EEP!" Star pupil'd eyes widen, 40 jumps in her seat. It's very possible that she makes a mess of XM8's food when she did so! "Wow 416, that was crazy! Did you, like, turn invisible? One second you were across the way and now... Jeez. You almost gave me a heart attack." 40 laughs lightly, one hand pressed against her exasperated chest. "Hehehe, I guess I should've expected as much from a special doll like you, huh~?" A smile. The food arrives. When it does, 40's smile is directed from 416 to Springfield. The sheer amount of food makes her eyes twinkle like they belong in the night sky.
  	"Wow, this looks great Springfield!" She gave thanks before the rifle had to leave. Hopefully she'd be able to ask where she learned to cook when next they saw one another. But for now.. she gingerly uses the utensils provided to put food onto her plate. Eggs and sausage, then sprinkled with a healthy, or perhaps unhealthy for those dolls unaccustomed to spicy food, dose of crushed red pepper. Bon appetit indeed. Eyes linger on her plate. A smile, then she looks up at XM8. Silently bets she really regrets making that microwave meal right about now..
XM8  	It was the ketchup that made most of the packaged quick-breakfast tolerable. It just didn't have the same taste as home-cooked food did, but that was the trade-off for it being so quick and easy to make. Giving a glance to 40 between bites, she managed a reply. "Eh? I just didn't want to spend the time to cook anything... and I kinda thought Springfield was cooking for herself at first." Regardless, it didn't take long for XM8 to finish wolfing down her food and simply sitting there to finish chugging the rest of her orange juice... and maybe snag a piece or two of Springfield's bacon and sausage in the process. It wasn't until the bottle of orange juice was pressed to her lips that she took notice of 416 sitting next to her, almost causing her to choke on the drink out of surprise. They sure were sneaky! Pulling the now empty bottle away from her lips to give a shy little smile and a wave of her fingers towards the st

one-faced woman. She totally had some bright id eas, but she'd spare the woman for the time being, since it was the morning and all... Once Springfield had served breakfast to both UMP and 416, M8 greedily eyed up the delicious-looking plate of food that 416 had in front of her, making sure to give an absent-minded "Goodbye." to Springfield as they went out to deal with their mission. She was very much regretting her haste in preparing such a sloppy, last-minute meal decision. In a manner akin to a puppy dog begging for food, the android pushed the empty container away from herself and leaned forward, burying her face in her arms and peering up at 416 with a look that said "I'm not begging for food, but I totally am begging for food." Specifically, she was eying up one of those juicy-looking sausages on the other's plate. She wanted 416's sausage. She just hoped it wouldn't make her stiff afterwards.. Innocent smile.
Vector Despite the other T-Dolls having already started to gather around the breakfast table, there was one who wasn't there. Asleep? Probably. With a stir and a light grunt, Vector would awake from her slumber, albeit somewhat half-asleep. Swinging her legs so that they would make contact with the floor, she'd grab her copy of Orwell's '1984' before heading off to join the other dolls for breakfast. Tilting her head from side to side as she walked–as a means to relieve the pressure garnered from her admittedly awkward sleeping position, satisfying cracks would be produced, followed by a light sigh from Vec. Eventually, she'd reach the dining hall, giving a small nod to the dolls she was friends with, as well as loosely acquainted to. The smell of what had been cooked was.. Appetizing, to say the least. Though, Vector wasn't sure if there was any left for her, despite not having woken up early enough to notify that she had wanted something to eat. Then there was the conundrum: Instant breakfast? Or homemade food? Unsure as to what she'd want, Vector would move to sit by 40, flipping a page in her novel. Hopefully, there would be enough food made by Springfield to feed herself.
	MX8? Who was that! They were probably someone cool, just like her! Jokes aside, the rifle watched 416 guzzle down the milk she had given them with her head resting on her hand, a smirk etched across her face as she savored this moment of frantic desperation brought about by 416 being greedy with their food... and maybe with a little help from copious amounts of hot sauce. HER OWN FAULT. Her expression turned into that of pained annoyance as 416 delivered a kick to her foot, causing her to puff out a cheek in faux irritation. "Ow! What was that for?!" She went out of her way to get them milk and a kick is what she got in return!? Her soured and betrayed expression turned on a dime, however, as she was introduced to Vector, with a sweet smile crossing her face as she struck a pose with the classic peace sign, tongue-out winking combo. She held that pose for a couple seconds, as if expecting some introduction music or some fanfare to be played, before dropping the charade and returning to more pressing matters. She would get 416 for this, even if she ultimately got to get some of that sausage... or what was left of one. "You're lucky you're so darn adorable." She muttered under her breath, allowing 416 to slip away from the table unmolested... for now.
HK416	If any sort of music way to be played over the scene, MX8 would be severely disappointed! There wouldn't be any introductory fanfare for her at all! No, there'd be some gritty badass guitar track playing over the rifle's departure, like some slow motion scene from an 80s action movie. That's just how cool she was! And yes, she was probably putting in a little too much effort to look that was as she strode her way out. She was so dedicated to living up to the numbers she could pump out with her combat skill that she even threw in a little sway of her hips and flick of her hair as if to dismiss the others entirely. Yes, MX8 had gotten to sample her sausage.. so she expected to never hear something like that from her again! But she felt that those expectations would probably be at odds with reality unfortunately. She caught wi

nd of that mutter and almost turned on her heel to hit back with an 'or what?!' But she opened to just shrug it off and didn't interrupt her flashy departure. The only issue she was going to stumble into would be.. well frankly a pretty major one.. since she didn't actually know where she was going! There was no point sitting there being eyed up by a pair of perverse dolls and she wanted to put this morning's meal firmly behind her in the first place but this inevitably lead to the question of what she was going to do instead. The only thing she could think of was that she needed to unload a bunch of equipment and make sure that she had everything catalogued and stored correctly. Not the most fun of tasks then, but certianly an important one. With her new goal in mind, she would slip her way out and leave the pair to their own devices.
Springfield, feeling a little worn out, made her way back into the base, letting out a soft sigh of relief that her mission was over. She looked over and saw that some of the food she'd made that morning was still left over, with a few people still enjoying it. This brought a smile to Spring's face, and she went to the kitchen to get a table for herself before joining the other dolls at the table. "Hello, everyone. Enjoying the food?" She moved to serve up some eggs and bacon for herself, feeling quite hungry after going through an exhausting mission. "Mmm..."
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