Jupiter Quigley has a hot dog in each hand. One is covered in gravy-like chili, onions, mustard and slaw, the other is plain with ketchup and mustard. She alternates bites from each, seeming pleased with this arrangement, and also with watching the silver spray painted man get ignored by everyone walking by him.
When she goes in for another bite of not-ludicrously-topped hot dog, some of the slaw sloughs off the other one and lands with a splat on the ground. She is extremely nonplussed and has the look of someone who takes the five second rule as gospel truth.
Cedar was always going to step in that slaw. It doesn't matter how they got there (very carefully), or why they weren't looking where they stepped (the robot man scares them and they were keeping an eye on him).
What matters is that, before Jupiter can rescue the perfectly good slaw from the ground, a muddy hiking boot steps right in the middle of it.
And then slips. Arms windmilling, they're either gonna take Jup down with them, or take a trip to Healer Greatheart for the third time this week.
Jupiter snatches one of the squirrelly sophomore's pinwheeling arms, scooping them up dramatically before they hit the ground. It's quite elegant, overall. Almost dance-like. Like this is some kind of wild ass anime about the romantic drama of competitive eating.
Well, it is except for the fact that Jupiter takes a hand to the face and accidentally smears hot dog all over Cedar in her rescue attempt.
Still. Very dramatic.
Thinking it's some kind of performance art, a resident tosses a dragot at their feet. The silver man seethes with jealousy, but does not look their way.
"Shit dude," Jupiter says, righting Cedar and wiping some coleslaw off their face a bit like a mom. "Fancy footwork you got there. Sorry about the slaw."
Edited (gives you a really dumb tag) 2019-11-06 19:56 (UTC)
"Oh god, oh no, did I ruin your hot dog???" Cedar gasps, still flailing despite the relative safety of their situation. Everything is still spinning a little bit and people are throwing things (coins???) at them, it's really hard to get a handle on this situation. "Did you lose all your slaw off that one?? Should I get you another???" Breathe, child.
Ah, one of the cursed kiddos in the sophomore class. Jupiter has had little exposure to them beyond what her baby brother has said, but it seems like that class has a whole mess of 'em. From what little she knows it's no surprise that not a one of them managed to find their way into Thorntrail. This one, though, seems particularly tense. A familiar Thorntrail-y trait.
"Hey Ducky, it's chill. No worries," Jup returns easily, passing one half-eaten hot dog to one hand, then bending down to pick up the dragot. "Want me to buy you one? They're tasty. A nerve calming hot dog, huh?" Nothing relieves stress like stuffing your face.
Ramona wouldn't go as far as to say she's disgusted by this display, but it definitely isn't something she'd do herself. (Then again, she did eat a freeze-dried chicken heart cat treat earlier, so maybe she's in no place to judge anyway.)
Still. She's curious.
"Which is better?" she asks after watching Jupiter take two bites of each.
"Two different flavor experiences," Jupiter says immediately, like she has been thinking this over herself. "Classic Carla here's bringin' nostalgia to the table, and I am a fan." She first holds up the ordinary hot dog, then the one with all the extra stuff on it, "The nasty boy's more of an adventure."
As though this is an absolutely normal thing to say and do, she offers the slaw-covered dog up. "Want a bite?"
Jupiter Eats (Open++)
When she goes in for another bite of not-ludicrously-topped hot dog, some of the slaw sloughs off the other one and lands with a splat on the ground. She is extremely nonplussed and has the look of someone who takes the five second rule as gospel truth.
Jupiter Eats Then Meets A Curse
What matters is that, before Jupiter can rescue the perfectly good slaw from the ground, a muddy hiking boot steps right in the middle of it.
And then slips. Arms windmilling, they're either gonna take Jup down with them, or take a trip to Healer Greatheart for the third time this week.
Jupiter Eats Then Meets A Curse
Well, it is except for the fact that Jupiter takes a hand to the face and accidentally smears hot dog all over Cedar in her rescue attempt.
Still. Very dramatic.
Thinking it's some kind of performance art, a resident tosses a dragot at their feet. The silver man seethes with jealousy, but does not look their way.
"Shit dude," Jupiter says, righting Cedar and wiping some coleslaw off their face a bit like a mom. "Fancy footwork you got there. Sorry about the slaw."
Jupiter Eats Then Meets A Curse
Jupiter Eats Then Meets A Curse
"Hey Ducky, it's chill. No worries," Jup returns easily, passing one half-eaten hot dog to one hand, then bending down to pick up the dragot. "Want me to buy you one? They're tasty. A nerve calming hot dog, huh?" Nothing relieves stress like stuffing your face.
Jupiter & Ramona
Still. She's curious.
"Which is better?" she asks after watching Jupiter take two bites of each.
Jupiter & Ramona
As though this is an absolutely normal thing to say and do, she offers the slaw-covered dog up. "Want a bite?"