#thelunchtable

[eievuimultimuse]

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” - thelunchtable, hector to ghastly

MORE RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS. | @thelunchtable

         THE MAN’S INQUIRY initially earns a half-lidded look from Ghastly with a raised brow, first looking at him, then glancing at the clock ( crazy how fast time seemed to fly when they were executing and subsequently FAILING one of Hector’s latest plans. Seemed like it’d only been early afternoon when they left; now it was dark outside ). Usually, there’d be a good chance of her rejecting the idea. Frankly, she knows she probably still should - it’d be the responsible thing to do.

          However, as how most days ending with failure had a tendency to be, it’d been a long day, so attempts at being responsible on both of their behalfs was long out the window by this point.

          “ ...Eleven, “ she eventually responds. “ Nachos do sound really good right about now. “

[eievuimultimuse]

“ discretion was never as strong a suit for you as your… other, talents. ” - diane to F | thelunchtable

PROMPTS FOR THOSE WITH A REPUTATION. | @thelunchtable​

         F WAS, TO put it bluntly, a bull in a china shop ( figuratively speaking, of course ). When he struck, it was always messy - not SLOPPY, oh no, his mayhem was no doubt calculated, but it was MESSY. Disruptive, alarming, striking FEAR into those who fell victim to his merciless jaws and left the authorities scrambling to stop him to no avail. When he struck, he made sure the world knew. But there was, usually, an ART to his attention-grabbing antics; a certain understanding of perfect timing and pinpoint precision that came with it. He could not, after all, allow himself to fall in the limelight before he was ready, now could he ?  Now, THAT would be sloppy.

         His act of THEFT had been no different, although it was easy to see how one might assume otherwise. He didn’t have the skills of a professional; didn’t have the sleight of hand for it, the ability to charm others into a false sense of security, nor the exact technical know-how that could properly assist him. His heist wasn’t one of elaborate cons, dancing around people and subtley slipping away with his prize before anyone realized what hit them. It was abrupt, it was hostile, and, frankly, it was BALLSY AS HELL and he knew it. In fact, he took quite an amount of pride, knowing that no one could be as brazen as he was and get away with it because they weren’t HIM. Any burglar could act like they were hot shit until they were directly face-to-face with an officer, then they crumpled; but HE wasn’t afraid of crossing lines to secure his freedom, and there were very few who were - whether intentionally or not - ignorant of that.

         ...Apparently, this fox was one of those few. Surprising, considering - from what he knew of her, anyway ( he wasn’t the ONLY one with a reputation that preceded him here ) - he’d assume her to be smarter than to stick her nose somewhere it doesn’t belong.

        Yellow eyes stare back at her, half-lidded - ALOOF. ( The fact that she found him here doesn’t alarm nor perturb him; not for a damn second. ) His response to her words is a huff through his nostrils, accompanied by a grunt that escapes past scarred lips and broken teeth. While he appears relatively reserved, there are also hints of impatience that line his body. He’s not a tolerant individual even on a good day, and while he’d consider himself to be in a good mood following his most recent exploit, that could change quite rapidly if his patience is tested.

[skyfcx]

     me getting out of vc with friends: well that was a hoot! how’s the tumblr dash doing.

     yuck on the tumblr dash: pain, suffering, and agony.

     me and tails at the same time:

[eievuimultimuse]

@THELUNCHTABLE | FOR WOLF; FROM WEBS.

         SOOO...THIS DAY had been a complete disaster. An EMBARRASSING disaster for her. To make a long story short ( because who needs all the little details and context, huh ?  They’re...TRIVIAL ), she had gone out on her own - y’know, a SOLO MISSION, a ONE LADY SHOW. ‘Cause, y’know, she figured she had it toootally covered ( she’d swear that was the reason why ). And, yeah, maybe she hadn’t...INFORMED anyone that she was doing this. Hell, she hadn’t even brought up that there was any sort of alert ( she was the main gal on surveillance duty - the others wouldn’t know any sort of trouble had come up unless she personally let them know that there was ). So, uh...needless to say, whenever the mission MIIIGHT’VE gone sideways and MIIIGHT’VE gotten to be a bit MUCH for the tarantula to handle, the emergency call she’d made to the other guys might’ve come as quite the SHOCK, huh ?

        The others took care of it, of course. Cleaned up her the mess ( while she’d retreated, the situation obviously way out of her league ), got once again proclaimed as HEROES by the public ( where she’d lingered just a little behind them while they stood side-by-side; not like the crowd would notice her absence anyway ), then made their way home ( where she hadn’t said a single word on the drive back ).

        She just felt...BAD. She was embarrassed that she put herself in that position, that she’d made such a big fool of herself like that. And she knew there was a clear breach of trust there - her top duty as surveillance was to communicate with them, and she failed to do that. DELIBERATELY, no less. She hated herself for all of it - she was a SMART, CAPABLE individual, someone who usually presented herself as REASONABLE and having a decent head on her shoulders. Now, she probably just seemed like some dumb, reckless idiot - Webs, you dumbass, you’re a stupid li’l tarantula, you know you’re not built for field work !

        ( Ugh. She’s getting that sick feeling of deja vu from before she met her friends all those years back AGAIN. )

        Of course, as much as she’d have loved to just go to her room and blast music through her headphones and try to just- FORGET the whole thing happened, unfortunately that wasn’t how things worked. Especially not when you were the one that caused the situation in the first place. She knew the inevitable confrontation would come one way or another. And, frankly, when it wound up being WOLF who approached her, she definitely felt like this was a PUNISHMENT. She could take one of the other guys getting mad at her or expressing disappointment, but Wolf...he was usually so understanding that feeling like she let him down definitely sucked. ( Then again, maybe she deserved it. )

        “ If you’re mad at me, you can just say so, “ she decided to throw out there before he started speaking, looking away from him. “ I mean, I get it. I already know I screwed up. “

[fatedefyd]

   @thelunchtable​  /  cont. ♦

         Really, Wuhuan could’ve been more tactful in how he got his nephew there, but there’s nothing she can do about it it.  Seeing the little  ( by comparison )  monkey brings out the realization that he’s here, on the moon, and she can finally see what all that affection her wonderful simian had spent on Apetrully resulted in.

   ❝ it’s so exciting to finally meet you ! ❞

          Her own demeanor is casual, lightly lounging back in her loveseat with teacup and saucer in-hand.  A leg is crossed over the other, bouncing excitedly on the knee.  The young monkey is so polite and well-mannered, she can’t help giggling at the stark contrast to the simians she’s used to. 

   ❝ you are the sweetest little charmer-- why, i could squish you right now ! it would not be hard. you can just call me Chang’e, if that helps you feel more comfortable. ❞

[speedkeed]

" Eggman? So it's a guy made of eggs? Oh boy, let me get my fork and knife! " — thelunchtable | max (ask and ye shall receive, my condolences /j)

One bite couldn’t hurt || @thelunchtable​

     “Eh... I’d stow the cutlery if I were you, chief. ‘Fraid it ain’t nearly as appetizing as y’might think.” Sometimes he regretted giving the Doctor that name all those years back. Though never could the hedgehog had foreseen just how hard ol’ Robotonic would lean into the joke. From one clown to another, they both understood that the golden rule was to commit to the bit, he supposed. 

     “Not t’burst yer bubble, but it’s really just a nickname. He is admittedly quite egg-shaped, so I could understand the confusion. But his real name is Doctor Robotnik. An’ I’d say that name is a lot more what he’d taste like. He’s got some cybernetic enhancements in ‘is limbs, so... yeah, not the well-rounded breakfast you’d go in expectin’. Y’take a chomp for the leg an’ there goes a row’a teeth.”

     Though... as emerald eyes glanced at the other’s set of shark-like chompers? Shoot, maybe it wouldn’t be as much of a problem as he first assumed. “That bein’ said, I’m not you, an’ I’m not sayin’ y’shouldn’t at least try bitin’ the guy. Howza’bout I get’chu a picture fer reference in case y’ever run into’em?”

[snakettack]

@thelunchtable​ | CONTINUED.

         SNAKE DIDN’T DO well with FALSE NICETIES. He didn’t do well with receiving ut, and he definitely didn’t do well with GIVING it ( as in; he pretty much never did ). It just wasn’t his thing - put up with too many people feigning politeness just to turn around and behave disrespectfully to really tolerate it at this age. Even still, he’d made an attempt to deal with Diane, despite his own qualms - she was the one who gave them this new gig of theirs and, functionally, was also the one running it, and besides that, everyone else ( especially Moe ) had seemed fond of her. He figured he could at least respect her as his boss essentially, and do so for the sake of the others if nothing else. Hell, maybe he’d find that same fondness they all felt along the way.

         Obviously, all of that was out the window now - Snake had made pretty damn sure good of that as soon as he’d made that comment towards her, unable to continue to keep his yap shut enough to keep some semblance of peace. He’d simply had enough - of being treated as though he was doing his job incorrectly ( that was how he took it, anyway ), of her acting like she knew him better than he knew himself ( again, perceived on his end - but seriously, how ELSE is one supposed to take unsolicited psychoanalyses ? ), of her acting like a goddamn POLLY, acting like she was so PERFECT and he was LESS THAN HER ( Need it be repeated a third time ? ). He just had ENOUGH. He was willing to work, he was willing to acknowledge her as above him professionally - what he was NOT willing to do was be treated like this ( or how he thought he was being treated, anyway ).

        When she started giving her response - that beating around the bush, super particular response - he just barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes at it. ‘I don’t dislike you’, ‘if I didn’t like you, I would say it’ - what a load of BULL. It was the appeasing response - like she was trying to appeal to a crowd. In short, he most certainly noticed her treating it like a PR SITUATION, and he was just short of telling her that he wasn’t some voter she had to convince.

        He didn’t have to, though, because soon enough, it was as though some switch had been thrown, the fox suddenly shifting from trying to tip-toe to simply telling him off. He didn’t even flinch at the change; it wasn’t like he hadn’t expected it coming from a mile away since they started working together. He was just glad they could finally freakin’ GET TO IT.

        “ There it is, “ he muttered under his breath as soon as ‘you’re part of the issue’ left her mouth. HE’S the problem, HE’S the asshole, etc. etc. - he wasn’t SHOCKED in the slightest, in fact he’d been waiting for her to finally spit it out (  though, she hadn’t actually said...ANYTHING like that, ). He didn’t utter another word for the remainder of her tirade - not until she was leaning to his level and daring to claim that THEY WERE THE SAME, to which his response was to curl up his neck, as if to lean away from her, giving an indignant flick of his tongue as he shot back, “ ‘We’re the SAME ?’ Well, THAT’S a laugh and a half. “ He didn’t believe that for a second. There was nothing similar about them - and even IF there was, who the hell was she to claim that ?  She didn’t know a damn thing about him other than what she THOUGHT she saw ( and the vice versa was true as well, if not truer ).

          “ Look, I’m so SORRY- “ The word was drenched in sarcasm; definitely no genuine apology for anything “ -that I don’t give you special treatment just ‘cause you’re the governor, and you’re the best thief in the whole friggin’ world. I’m sorry that I’m friggin’- AMATEUR HOUR or somethin’ over here t’ you, the way you get on me for my shit despite askin’ me t’ do my JOB just ‘cause it ain’t up to your standard, PARDON ME. If that’s the sorta shit that makes me ‘part of the issue’ t’ you, then YEAH, guess I freakin’ AM ! “ He shoved his tail tip into the floor for emphasis as he continued, “ Even if you ‘don’t dislike’ me- “ There was a way he said it that made it clear he didn’t believe her, “ -I’m clearly like the friggin’ black sheep t’ you or somethin’. “

[snakettack]

❛ you seem familiar, have i threatened you before? ❜ — max. u already know <3

@thelunchtable | INCORRECT QUOTES DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

          WHAT A CONVERSATION starter, huh ?  Snake’s initial reaction is to be dismissive of it in his own grumpy, relatively no-nonsense way ( it’s clearly meant to be a joke anyway, RIGHT ? ), but there’s something about the rabbit that prompts him to do a double-take, the briefest flash of recognition appearing in his eyes. It’s the teeth. DEFINITELY THE TEETH.

        “ ...I dunno, “ he replies flatly, “ I don’t think so. “