The Seventeenth Sortie [Action]

[yellowthirteen]

"You will experience a windfall of lunch meat."
"You are no fun.  No fun at all."

[Oh, truer words have never been spoken, but oddly, these two horoscopes are currently at odds with each other.  Because no matter what David Jordan opens today, a cascade of luncheon meats blast out of it as though it had been kept under high pressure.

It can come from anywhere.  A door leading into a shop, a closet, a trunk, a fridge, or even a humble can of soda.  Somewhere, somehow, Yellow 13 is going to end up with more lunch meat than he knows what to do with, and much of it might just hit him in the face.  He'll be in the various stores and at the bar trying to find something that's not filled with lunch meat.  Will he be seen just after an incident, or just before?  

Sky's the limit.]

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[catus_carnival]

[And while Thirteen is at the fridge, Tao will be there too. Because where there is food, there is Tao. He should expect this by now.]

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[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[He does, and it's a wonder why they haven't padlocked this thing by now. But Tao's generally been good enough not to raid the fridge at every opportunity. And he's more than used to Tao, so he pays her prowling along the floor no mind. It's just what she does.

At least, until he opens the fridge, and an explosion of what can only be assumed as Black Forest ham bursts out of the fridge and knocks him off his feet.

...It's like a river of ham.]

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[catus_carnival]

[Correction: a river of deliciousness. Which is great timing, since she was getting hungry anyway. While Thirteen is knocked off his feet, Tao simply opens her mouth to catch the flying ham.]

[Action]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Thirteen just watches a cascade of meat just fly into Tao's gaping maw as he pushes himself to a sitting position.]

...Good lord.

[Action]

[catus_carnival]

[She just chews that ham, with little flecks escaping her mouth every now and then.]