Hello, fellow SP readers and writers. Observer Protocol is having its first weekly and like I promised, every time we have it we'd have it as a sort of competition.
The clan has prepared written works depending on the theme currently given which is:
Food for Thought ::
Create a 500+ word story about your wRHG eating his favorite food. Deadline is the end of the week. Descriptions are a must. Observer Protocol members will send me a PM of their character and the food of their choosing.
So, please give CnC and vote. The criteria for the voting is loose at the moment since I it was to simply refresh ourselves from the usual battling. Whoever wins will get to choose the theme of the next clan activity.
Without further ado, here are clan's works.
ErrorBlender [Bl.An.C. ]:: Nachos
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Bl.An.C. was found sitting in the empty mess hall, sitting on a metal blue chair that was bolted to the floor. Almost every chair and table here was pinned to the bottom to avoid the chaos that would ensue if ever the facility was attacked by an earthquake. The pseudo android had his face buried in his hands; his human face. The man known as Cooper Price contemplated on what he had to do next. He was so engrossed with his thoughts of John inciting world wars that he had not noticed Alice’s approach to his table.
“Hey there,” Alice said meekly. “I brought you something.” She handed out a platter filled with some food. Cooper pried himself from his hands and looked at Alice. Her sweet smile seemed to waft away Cooper’s thoughts on John’s plan but they drifted back just as quickly as his smile reverted back to a worrying frown.
“Sorry Alice…” Cooper apologized. “I don’t think I’m in the mood to eat. I’ve just got a lot of things I need taking care of. The Observer Protocol has to come active soon.” He told his fiancé and began to rub the bridge of his nose.
Alice grabbed Cooper’s hand as she sat down on the table. “Cooper, I know you are busy and I know you are worrying. Your worries are well placed and I fully understand why you are but please, you need to rest that head of yours.” She placed Cooper’s hand down on the table as she leaned closer to give a kiss on his forehead.
“I’ve made you something and I need you to try it.” Alice urged. She pushed the plate towards the green eyed man and watched expectantly at him. “Go on, Coop.”
The scientist looked at the plate and his face couldn’t usher a single emotion except the warm feeling of familiarity. It was filled with triangular pieces of yellow crispy tortillas and on the plate; it was sided with three dips placed in a small bowl. One was filled with steaming cheese, and from the looks of it, it was mozzarella. The other looked to be salsa; it was a hearty red with bits and pieces of green chili and garlic. The last was of a lighter shade of red and had bits of meat about it. Cooper’s face lightened up as he recognized this to be chili con carne.
“How did you?” Cooper said as he tried to blink back the disbelief of his favorite food right in front of him.
“I don’t always research on weapons, Coop.” Alice grinned. “Besides, I miss that smile of yours.”
“How did you get the meat?” Cooper asked suddenly.
“Oh, that. I had a few drones slaughter one of the cows inside the farm area.” She said. “It wasn’t much of a hassle since all I had to do was restart the system there to process the meat. Oh, we also need to take care of the mess in that area too. The slaughtering systems are a bit on the fritz and scattered more blood than was supposed to.” She rambled a bit but it didn’t bother Cooper.
He reached out for one slice of the nacho chip and stared at it longingly. How long was it ever since he had tasted food -- Five, seven years? He couldn’t really remember. Maybe the suit did but he’d rather forget that time. All that mattered now was that he was salivating at the mere sight of nachos.
“Don’t wait for me Coop. I had a couple of tries already eating them.” Alice removed herself from the table and took a seat beside the scientist. “I just miss your company. It’s been awhile since we’ve gotten time to even chat about things other than battle statistics and data analysis on the gladiators.”
Cooper agreed with a nod and dipped his nacho chip onto the first bowl. The mozzarella dip. The mere aroma of the cheese was enough to make Cooper’s empty stomach to boil. The chip was deep in the concoction and when he pulled it out, was covered in a thick coating of cheese. The cheese itself was still drooping down slowly. The android cupped his hand below the chip and guided it towards his mouth. The first bite felt like ecstasy for Cooper. The crunch of the nacho chip was pure delight followed by the sour taste of the cream cheese. Cooper was wrong. It wasn’t mozzarella after all but it produced the same effect of happiness. He ate with gusto as he grabbed another piece of chip.
Cooper went in and dipped his second piece on the salsa. He scooped up a considerable amount and, now with little consideration of the spill he could cause, placed it in his mouth. He all too much missed the crunch and feeling of the nacho. The salsa had bits of tomato and, apparently, coriander. The tangy flavor reminded him of better times – times when he had shared this snack with friends. With people he trusted. He could only close his eyes as he munched it down. He allowed a few tears to fall from his eyes down his plate as he reminisced. Jokes were intermingled with laughter and joy on the table; chips were fought for in comedic nacho sword fights but the reality was that those days were over, mere fragments of his past that he had longed to revisit, the memories of his dead friends around a table.
Alice hugged him tight. “Shh… I know, Coop.” She soothed. “We’ll get through this.” She combed Cooper’s hair in her hands.
She did her best at changing the subject, to relieve Cooper of those memories and when she did Alice could only watch and smile. She rested her head on Cooper’s shoulder and began to talk of the outside, the outside Cooper keeps seeing. The scientist stops for a moment and begins to chat as well. His voice was livelier now, more human than before. Alice kept speaking as Cooper listened in as he ate and gave his opinions when he could.
Alice treasured this day, a day when Bl.An.C. simply disappeared and Cooper returned.
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blakphoenix [Ensiron] :: Pancakes
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He faintly chuckled at the thought of stowing away in the back of a vehicle in order to infiltrate a base; it was one of the first missions he went on with Lady Akiko.
“Heh…that was over 200 years ago…” He quietly reminisced as a tear rolled down his cheek. She was the one who rescued him after a storm tore his ship apart, separating him and Steve.
Holding back his memories, he grabbed the bottom of the box he was in and flung it behind him as he stood up; a slight alarm sound was made by a motion sensitive picture of a red exclamation mark above where he was now standing. He observed the area and noticed nothing more than stacks of novelty items and a door about five yards from where he stood. The stacks were very nicely arranged with room between them for two or three people to walk by comfortably. He began to move from his position as his phone began to vibrate, the poster made another noise as he moved and answered the call.
“Hello?” Zero asked in an innocent tone.
“What ‘Hello?’ Zero there are two people in the world who know this number and you have caller I.D!” Carson was not pleased with his greeting.
“Make that three.” Zero added swiftly.
“What? Three? Who did you give this number to?”
“Oh, well I went to JC Penny’s to buy some shirts, colorful ones actually, and they asked me if I wanted to take a survey, so I did, and gave out this phone number!” Carson did not respond which gave Zero the feeling that he was about to be yelled at. “Now before you get angry, I do look pretty nice in these shirts. I can send you a picture message if you want!”
Carson released a deep breath, “I don’t understand how you function sometimes. Now, I hope you at least remember your mission?”
Zero smiled as the phone’s camera light flashed at him. He then brought the phone back to his ear and continued to explore the storage room.
“Yeah, ‘find and detain Damien Kruze,’ not something I can so easily forget.” He mocked, his eyes still scanning all the knickknacks and antiques.
“And?” Richard expected him to continue.
“And if at any time I am discovered I need to turn off my phone so you can send in Special Forces to finish the job.” Zero recited the orders back to Carson before he was stopped dead in his tracks.
“Alright, is everything understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I’ll be in touch.”
“Yes.”
“…Ok…” Carson was slightly confused by Zero’s suddenly cooperative responses, but he decided to think nothing of it and hung up his phone.
“I love you.” Zero stated as he dropped his phone on the ground while walking forward in a trancelike manner. What Carson didn't know is that Zero had found the most valuable Novelty in Kruze’s stash: an Instant Pancake Maker. He felt like Indiana Jones discovering a lost treasure as he carefully lifted the golden idol off its pedestal. Without noticing the chain reaction of boxes plummeting to the floor around him and knocking over another stack of boxes to his right, along with their crash landing came another alarm sound.
He unpacked the machine and assembled it like it was a second nature, never losing momentum in his pancake induced trance. Once the piece of art was fully sculpted Zero held his hand above the empty container section of the machine and a torrent of water cascaded into it. He then made a sickening realization: the machine needed to be plugged in. Following the swift twitch his right eye made, his body snatched up the machine and he began searching for a place to plug it in. Sanctuary was eventually discovered near the poster as he found the same outlet it drew electricity from. Somewhere off in the distance, he heard angels singing out with immaculate harmonies towards his triumph.
The machine began to make muffled sounds of bubbling water and searing heat while a red light glowed next to the word “Cooking.” His eyes shifted back and forth between the slots on top of the machine and the light on its face. Overall the mechanism looked like an elongated toaster with two areas, one to put instant pancake mix, and another to put water. Then, in one glorious instant, the red light of anticipation gave way for a green light of salvation to appear under it next to the word “Ready.” With that change a beautiful golden brown disk of joy erupted from the top of the machine; Zero couldn’t help but smile and shed a tear.
He lifted the six inch disk from its holster and thanked existence for allowing this to be created. Folding it, he delicately stuffed the delicious, warm, fluffy pillow into his watering mouth; releasing with its arrival a moan of satisfaction. With each chew he fell further out of consciousness and further into nirvana, clearing his mind of all that previously occupied it. Just as quickly as he found himself in this lush garden of tranquil bliss did he find it burning before him and he realized that only more pancakes could quell the craving fires threatening to destroy him.
Another pancake popped out of the machine, but one was no longer enough. He found a switch on the back of the machine labeled “Hyper Chef.” There was a warning underneath it that Zero completely disregarded, all he wanted was more pancakes. The new mode however did not allow him his wish as it drained all the water out of the machine and produced no pancake; it only activated a blue light next to the words “Needs Water.” Zero was overwhelmed with emotion, letting out a blue light of his own and almost instantly flooding the room with a never ending overflow of water erupting from his sword’s hilt.
He slammed his sword into the proper area and watched as magic happened in front of him. Pancakes shot out of the machine in a rhythmic, rapid fire fashion. They weren’t cooked as well but Zero didn’t care as he snatched them out of the air and scarfed down one sweet, airy, fluffy delight after the next. The entirety of the storage room was engulfed in water reaching the ceiling except for the area around Zero, the pancake maker, and the poster that sounded every time a pancake was fired. Somehow, through the walls that surrounded his tranquil garden of pancake bliss, he heard a knock on the door of the storage room. He was frozen with the realization that he was on a mission before this happened and stayed in his seated position while he waited for further noises to be made.
“Agent Zero, I know you are in there. I am Damien Kruze, but I’m certain you already know that. I’m a bit baffled at how an elite F.B.I agent was able to make so much noise that he compromises his own mission.” Zero did not respond he simply sat there while the machine fired pancakes into the air, setting off the alarm poster; his cellphone floated by in the wall of water in front of him. “Ah, trying to hide huh? Well, that’s not going to work. This area only has one entrance and exit so getting out undetected will be more than impossible right about now. If you could just stand in the open so I can shoot you quickly that’d be fantastic.” Zero’s phone fell out of the wall right in front of the door. “Oh, and don’t try to call any of your F.B.I contacts. I have all JC Penney’s and phones associated with them wired.”
“Wait you have all JC Penny’s stores wired? What use is that aside from this one random instance?” Zero finally realized what was going on. “Oh god, you’re planning on coming in here?