[Game Thread] I Will Turn This Car Around

[Andramal]

Ipkis would not fight for the chips, though that does bring the thought: all easy to eat food is taken, sure, all food requiring cooking...has or has not? He would figure anyone that wanted half the effort would take it too, but may as well be certain. Ipkis was not a cook, but he knew the concept - he could probably burn something if it just needed to be heated.

If nothing to just 'heat', then he would certainly be ready to try and travel somewhere, if others were. Large things make good distractions if you have to hide!

[Fragmaster01]

OOC Chips as in the american fatty snack. Crisps, if you will. It was there because it got lost under the counter and no one saw it.

[Atalanta]

Straightening up from the lab, Cleo looked at Tasha as she spoke. Mom and Dad said that when someone tells you their name, you're supposed to say your name back. And no sniffing. People were weird like that. Her head cocked to the side, she answered, "Hi Tasha. I'm Cleo. I can reach my own ears, so I don't need skritches. But thank you."

She looked at the bag of chips with a thoughtful look on her face. If the little pack was going to go searching for their lost humans (or to warn them about ...doom?), then they could at least bring them along. Every little bit..or however that phrase goes. She attempted to figure out a way to get a bit of soda, but there was no way she was going to get the sticky liquid on her fur. If she couldn't find a bowl--cup! Foxes with thumbs used cups. If she couldn't find a cup, she just couldn't drink.

She looked at a nearby empty shelf with a pout on her face. Mom and Dad said food came from the grocery store. Obviously not. "Where does the grocery store get food from?"

Okay, Cleo, she thought sternly at herself. Think. You're good at that now. You can think and plan and ...er...well, do stuff. Yeah. So think. There was no food at the grocery store. Was there anything there? If she could find a cup, she could get a drink. Or maybe there was something else there? Having thumbs meant you could use tools, didn't it? Maybe there were tools around.

"There's no real food here, but I'm gonna look at the shelves and see if there's anything here that we can use."

[Pumpkinhead11]

"I do believe I'm starting to find a disliking toward cats." Liz said as she continued to stare at the cat with a disappointed stare. On hearing the bag of deliciously unhealthy potato crisps, her ears perked up. "Nibbles?" she asked as her head swiveled to find the source. Though instead of snacks, her gaze rested upon the fountain of sugary sweet liquid.

She stood up from the black lab, and consequently, forgetting any of Tango's warning of what hugging would entail. She sprang toward the machine and pressed the button. As it cascaded into the catcher below it, instead of placing a cup or something similar, she just started to lap up the falling liquid.

"Ahh..." She finally said with a sigh. "Now. What was I..?" She muttered as her gaze slowly looked nowhere in general. "Oh! That's right! Books!" After which she ran back to the book she carefully place on the ground earlier.

Standing straight up again she looked toward the others. They seemed to looks toward her oddly. To Liz it almost seemed as if they were expecting something of her. "Hm?" She thought with her head quirked. When her mind made the leap she said, "Oh! Name! Name, name, name... um, I like Spizzle Spazzle!" Lastly she seemed to twinge toward her shoulder. Almost like a mental tick, as a dull throb tried to remind her of her mistake.

[FoggyKnight]

Seeing that thecothers were ignoring the bag of greasy edibles, Tango trotted over to the counter to retrieve them herself. Pulling the bag out, she dropped it onto the floor. Still sealed. Boo. Well, she had always wanted to try it herself. She couldn't pull it apart...but she was too hungry to wait for the human to approach for help.
Putting her weight onto her haunches, she raised her front half a few inches into the air and brought her paws down onto the bag. A surprising bang! sound made her freeze as the air forced itself out, sending chips skittering all over the floor. "Hoover!" She said happily as she started hunting and snarfing the chips that tried to get away. The others better get to her kill soon or she would eat them all.

[Andramal]

Surprising no one has considered Ipkis' bucket. Course, it is next to the creepy cat. So maybe it's sensible they haven't considered it for drink purposes. "You know," the cat supplied conversationally, "houses or office buildings probably have kitchens, which would mean silverware and bowls, or cups. that might be something to consider. Maybe running water even." He doesn't mention food - that would be as random chance as the store here.

As for the chips...he doesn't chase after them. It would be a bit silly to try an fight a dog for them.

[FoggyKnight]

Tango looked up as water was mentioned, wagging her tail as she crunched a potato chip. "I can do water! It doesn't run, except away from me, but I can create it out of air! It tastes good too! I can't create a bowl though, so I have to go find something." Talking about water while eating salty chips was making her thirsty anyways. "What does a cat need with silverware? You're already wearing human clothes, and you don't need any more colors on you." Not that she could really tell, being colorblind to any red hue, but she was really good at yellows and blues!

[Andramal]

"The walking ones may wish to use silverware, since they may be use to it." came the reasonable response of the cat. "And if you can create water without lifting a leg, That would make you quite a blessing."

[FoggyKnight]

"Huh?" Tango stared at the cat for several seconds as his meaning sank in. "OH! Yeah, it's drinking water. Not peeing water. My name's Tango, not Quite a Blessing." She corrected the cat, wagging her tail at his joke.

[Ziether]

Tasha Dunderson "So, the canine can make water, but we need food. I need to not get caught. A kennel doesn't sound like the place I want to spend the next few years." the human girl's confidence returned in a rush. They haven't run off and reported me YET. As the person most used to making a life in this world as an intelligent, upright being, I should try to get the ball rolling as much as possible. "Is there anything I can do to be of assistance? I don't have my usual tools, getting away unseen and unheard was more important than retrieving my weapons and clandestine equipment. I've been known as something of a lowlife around these parts. Well, "known" is a poor choice of words. Only a few knew me. And "lowlife" is also a bit of a misnomer. I got by on my wits and my experiences. I'm sneaky. I get into places I'm not supposed to. I hear things. I see things. Nobody expects a girl of my age to be a threat, but I've been living essentially on my own from the day I started school. I'll do whatever it takes to get us out of Townsville alive." Tasha looked for a comfortable spot and sat down to think. I wonder what I'm getting myself into. I hope they have my back.

[Andramal]

"I suppose that would make you a 'Cat Burglar', then?" came the response from Ipkis, a note of amusement in his deep cat voice. Yes, it's deep! A little deceptive for a small cat, isn't it? "And don't be so quick to scoff at water - you can live quite awhile on water alone, if absolutely necessary. You humans are spoiled with your junk foods."

[Atalanta]

Cleo started to walk down the aisles of the store, one by one,

Dice perception:

1d20+7

(17)+7

Total = 24

looking for things of potential use. Can openers? Bags? Paper cups? All the food may be gone, but surely less clever beings had forgotten something.

[FoggyKnight]

Since her other packmates did not move towards the chips, Tango polishes them off. By herself. Mine, all mine. The cat was rather chatty, for creatures that liked to pretend to be uninterested in humans.

Raising her slightly salted muzzle to look around, Tango sighed. No food, no water, and the others seemed to be distracted by things in the store. At least her distraction was edible. "Can we get out of here now? The longer we stay, the more the others may find us here. There are no more edibles, or liquids here. We need to leave. Move on. Go for walkies!" Lacking thumbs helps when considering hunting down equipment. She couldn't use any of it, therefore, she didn't need to waste time looking for anything. She had all she needed with her water-at-any-time-but-not-peeing-water thingie, and she could forage for food on the way. She had her teeth and her paws if she got into a fight. Or she could run away.

[Pumpkinhead11]

The book Liz had clutched seemed to grab at her attention more and more. Finally giving in, she started reading.

Though when things went silent, and seemed to persist. It started to seep into her mind until she could no longer focus on her reading. Looking up she noticed the others passing looks at one another. Weather it was they didn't know where to look or no place came to mind, they seemed to wait for an idea to present itself. She spoke up, "um... I think I know of a place or two. They've been untouched from what I can see. Do you know how to get passed locked doors sneaky-like?" She asked while looking towards Tasha.

[Ziether]

Tasha Dunderson "Of course I do. Problem is, I don't have anything to help me get past the doors. I need tools. Lockpicks. With my bare hands, I'm useless. If there's a window that can be broken down, that's one thing, but defeating a door with just my fingers, yeah, right." the girl shook her head. These things are crazy, thinkin' a girl can get past a locked door with not a thing in the world...