Boredom In A Battle Station [open]

[Andrew Wells]

Cooking. Andrew didn't mind cooking, really. Eating out of pizza boxes was the way people lived nowadays, usually, but all of that manufactured meat squidged together? Quite often spat on before it was delivered by a grumpy guy with a zitty face. Of course, he'd done it before, course. Only way to live in Sunnydale, when you were too busy with comic books and taking over the world plans....but those were wrong thoughts, because the being bad thing hadn't really worked out. Though it had led to him being good, in a roundabout way. "Like the redemtoion of Han Solo - intergallactic conn man turned hero, persued by the ladies, forever holding a torch for Luke..."

He paused, straightened up, and looked at the cuboard he was in the process of opening. There was probably another guy he could compare himself to, come to think of it. Though, Han Solo was amazing. But he'd never been the type of guy who would good something willingly. And Andrew was cooking willingly. Well, willingly in a the-girls-have-dominated-the-tv-and-are-watching-some-chic-flick way. He shuddered. Call him camp, if you will, but never, ever make him submit to that.

"Y'know, for a base of the world-saving super group, we don't have a very nice kitchen," he complained, as if anyone was there, closing the cuboard again with a small huff of breath, hands moving to the hips of his apron covered jeans, "It would be much more beneficial if some of the budget went in here rather than in another training room." Except he was a Watcher, wasn't he? He was meant to be all for the training. But in his mind, you could have too much of that. More experience was gained from simply being out there, he felt. Training rooms could only do so much. Like Luke Skywalker - his training had been in a swamp. And he was so much better than the jedi's before him who'd all trained with robots in rooms. Case point proved, in his mind. And anyway...warehouse here. Warehouses weren't meant to have kitchens...or were they? He didn't actually have much knowledge of secret bases. Comic books only ever contained the big dark room part, didn't they?

But back to the cooking. He sighed, running his hand through his hair, looking at the scant supplies. For feeding a bunch of Slayers...Perhaps pizza was the best option. Except ringing would mean that he'd have more time to be...well, bored. Bored in a base of operations? This had never happened when he was bad. Well, except from the time when Warren had been in a mood and had spent the day ignoring both him and Jonathon and refusing to let them put the tv on.

[Alison Lenox]

Alison sat amongst the sea of giggling girls as some of them gathered to watch the movie that was on. Normally Alison would be all for a good girly movie, some popcorn and a pajama day, but today something felt off. It just wasn't one of those days for her. Besides, the living area was a bit too crowded for Alison anyway. Shifting over to move away from the bubbling girls, Alison crawled around some of the other Slayers.

"Oh look at him, I wish I was her. He is so cute."

Alison heard one of the other girls giggle as she passed by. Rolling her eyes Alison scurried toward the nearest door. Sighing the young Slayer leaned against the doorway and looked back only to see the girls huddle together taking over her previous spot. Pouting the girl turned toward the entrance to the kitchen only to catch a young man rummaging through the cuboards. She smiled as he started to complain about the kitchen. But she had to admit, they really didn't have that great of a kitchen for such a place. But another pout found it's way to her lips when Andrew had said something about the budget going to the kitchen rather than another training room.

Knowing this young man he was comparing all this to some sci-fi thing she had known him to be slightly obsessed with. Rolling her eyes she lifted herself from the floor and leaned against the doorway.

"With you being a Watcher in-training and all, I figured you'd want the budget to go to the training rooms. Though food is important especially since we're a bunch of bottomless pits." She said with a small smirk. Alison made her way into the kitchen and to the counter. "Whatcha making Suzie homemaker?" She tilted her head to the side as she studied Andrew for a moment. The girls had said he was odd. Not in the sense that they hated him, just that he had strange quirks. Always talking about nonsense or some comic or sci-fi show. Personally she didn't mind that type of thing, in fact she had a bit of a nerd streak in her as well.

"Mind if I join you?" Alison said as she moved away from the counter and toward the refrigerator looking for something the quench her thirst, perferably juice of some kind. With a squeak and a smile she found some apple juice.

[Andrew Wells]

Andrew jumped at the new voice, at the new person entering the room. Twisted to face the doorway, back hitting the cuboard, and then the top of his head hitting the open cuboard door with quite a crack. "Ouch. Ow, bloody hell, ow..." he yelped, reaching up to rub the top of his head. He scowled to himself, because hey, that had been rather embarrassing. After a moment of rubbing his head, he looked up to see who it was who had actually entered. Huh. A Slayer. Quite a young Slayer as well, although Andrew wasn't the best at guessing ages. Well, guessing ages that didn't end up with him being whacked around the head. He didn't really want that now, his head was already ringing slightly. Ouchie.

"Uh. Hi. Uhh..." his brow crinkled slightly, before a grin spread over his face as he remembered her name. Andrew was meant to know the names of all the Slayers. That was just polite, wasn't it. Good manners... And all that. Andrew was good, after all. "Alison, isn't it? Uh...Hi." He was repeating his words again. Drat. He rubbed his head again hard to make sure he hadn't done any damage.

"What's the point of training and training if everyone's going hungry?" he asked with a grin, "After all, all the good films and comics say that an army runs on its stomach. Oh, think of that. I'm in an army..." He trailed off, grinning slightly at nothing, before shaking his head again to drag himself back to reality. And blinked. Huh? Join him? Him? Why? He glanced around, just to make sure she wasn't addressing anyone else, before simply shrugging. "No problem with me. Not watching the film?"

[/size]

[Alison Lenox]

A giggle bubbled up through her lips as she saw that she scared Andrew a bit but announcing her presence by just speaking. She couldn't blame him for his reaction, she'd acted the same way a few times. Shaking her head Alison smiled and watched him for a moment. As he turned around it was obvious it took him a mintue to remember who she was. Not that she was offended because there were a lot of Slayers to remember. That and she hadn't really sone anything to make herself noticable around the base for reasons of her own.

"Yeah, it's Alison, Hi." She said as she noticed he repeated his words. Giggling she cracked a smile as she put her juice down. Closing the refrigerator, Alison looked around for a cup. As she did she listened to Andrew babble about food and budget and training.

"What's the point of training and training if everyone's going hungry?" He said with a grin.

Alison shrugged, Andrew had a point. Slayers would go hungry and fast while training. Especially the ones that ate a lot before the whole 'poof - you're - a - Slayer' thing, when they were just potnetials. Tilting her head Ali listened to Andrew as he continued to speak.

"After all, all the good films and comics say that an army runs on its stomach. Oh, think of that. I'm in an army..." He trailed off.

Alison laughed and shook her head as she crossed over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and hauled herself onto it and sat, forgetting about the juice for a moment. "I guess you have a point. Besides all we do is slay, eat and sleep." Alison smiled looking at him. Andrew was blinking as if he couldn't understand something. Maybe it was because she wanted to be here rather then be crammed into a room with a bunch of blubbering girls. "Nah, not that I'm not into romance films. I'm just not in the blubbering mood today. Normally I do that type of thing on my own. You know the pajamas, popcorn and a chick flick. But it's just not happening with a bunch of girls mooning over the male lead."

[Andrew Wells]

Andrew was blushing, probably, and he coughed quickly, turning away to hide it. It wasn't that he was embarressed about making a fool of himself in front of a pretty girl because...well, he just wasn't. He was embarressed about being embarressed, which really didn't make much sense. How come, even though he was no a leader and a goodie, he still flushed like the high school dork he'd been? He was sure no hero like Luke or Hans or Bruce Wayne ever got caught blushing after whacking their heads on the cuboards. And her giggle didn't help much. Though, it was slightly infectuous, so it was easy for him to get over it. He was good at that.

"That and hog the tv remote," he said seriously, nodding his head quickly, "Even when someone else...like me...reserves it for a marathon they'd been planning on watching for ages. Although, don't really want to know what sort of state a well stocked kitchen would get to. Someone's already decorated my oven mitts with glitter." He said, pouting. And then a moment later, after thinking over it, he added. "Twice." It had been irritating - glitter was a devil to get off.

He shuddered. "The good name of movies and films, ruined by desperate american slush-wannabees...So not a good viewing." Although, finally, a Slayer who shared his interests! Well, interests as in the not-slushy type. And there was Faith, he supposed, seeing as she had never seemed the slushy-mushy type, but she quite frankly, scared him. Her glare made him want to wet himself on some occasions. This was better...and then it was ruined slightly. "Romances should be a part of the story. Not an entire film. Although...Well, chick flicks are funish when everyone's in a happy the-world's-not-ending-anytime-soon mood. But anything's good then." And really, that last bit would depend, wouldn't it? "Could happen. If you like the guy, that is."

[/blockquote]