It's Chow Time! {Cleo,Nov,Gideon,Victoria,Regan}

[JACOB HARLOW]

Jacob really needed to stay away from that chat room. He ended up baking for too many crazy people. Luckily, he was on a cooking spree already, and while he was getting ready, just baked up a few scones, and pressed the Panini’s, wrapping them up so they stayed warm. He rubbed his hands together happily, and carefully tucked the wrapped sandwiches in the bag, along with the scones, brownies, and fruit salad.

He grabbed it all, along with his favorite redhead, and headed for Hyde Park, yammering on happily about meeting more people, and that New York was great for people that were like minded. He pulled in at the park, the dufflebag on one shoulder, his other arm linked with Cleo’s, as he all but skipped to the tables.

“You know, I didn’t think this out too well. I don’t even know how we’re gonna tell who’s the people from the chat.” Jacob raised a brow at her while he let go of her arm, and unzipped the bag. He laid out the foil-wrapped sandwiches. Fresh grilled chicken, red pepper, lettuce, onions, and cheese, in a grilled, warm, crispy bread. No tomatoes in any of em—he wasn’t much of a fan either.

After those, came a bowl with aluminum foil, which contained fruit salad. Not a specialty, so he tossed banana, pineapple, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries into the bowl. Then, for the less healthy things. Cookie-dough brownies. One thin layer of brownie, raw cookie dough on top, and slightly melted chocolate chips. And of course, fresh, flakey and crumbly strawberry scones.

Jacob licked his lips, and nudged Cleo, “Looks good, right?” He asked, grinning at her, his brown curly hair somewhat messy, but he nudged her, and took a seat at the bench, his back to the food, looking out across the field. “What are you waiting on, Fishgirl? Dig in. I’m not gonna make you wait until everyone shows up or something. You’ll also find your gummy worms in my bag.” He grinned at her, offering her that awkward, goofy smile of his.

Tags: Jacob, Cleo, November, Gideon, Victoria, Regan
Outfit:Hey. Actually kinda sexy, for reals. ;D

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo had never really cared for blondes and this Ray-gun girl wasn’t helping with that. After logging out of the chat room and closing her laptop in a huff, she’d torn through her closet for something pretty and picnic-y. It was easy enough because she had lots of spaghetti strap dresses. Cleo was ready in record time (or so she thought) but then again, she was being a bit paranoid already and she didn’t want to risk anything else. The car ride to Hyde Park was just a teensy-tiny bit awkward and it was probably only so for her. People in that chat room could be so nosy and so full of assumptions; it gave her a bit of a headache, really. “Well, they had their icons.” She said, “plus, I’m sure they’ll be waiting around at the tables. Not everybody hangs out there, you know?” Cleo hardly ever went to Hyde Park. If Central Park was so wretched, why would any other park be any better?

Evidently, it was much better. It wasn’t crowded and there were more trees and she could very clearly find her way out if she wanted to leave. No winding confusing pathways. Jacob seemed positively chipper to be here. Cleo was excited enough. She liked making new friends but she wasn’t sure how she felt about this group of people. Cleo shook her head as Jacob started setting out the food. It didn’t matter! Just because hardly any of them had made a good impression didn’t mean she couldn’t give them another chance. That chat room made everybody look bad. Cleo was continually displeased each time he set something out on the table. She didn’t want a sandwich or fruit. Why would people want anything but pastries? That was silly. Finally, the sweets joined the healthy food. Cleo squealed and took a seat on the bench happily. “Cookie dough brownies!” Cleo exclaimed, already grabbing one.

Cleo bit into the brownie and positively melted, leaning against Jacob. “I love you.” Cookie dough brownies, strawberry scones, and gummy worms. She supposed the fruit salad could be good but that was probably reserved or something for whichever girl had asked for healthy foods. Cleo polished off the brownie and leapt up, posing shortly as if she were a superhero. Cleo gave Jacob a quick peck on the cheek before she took off and did a cartwheel (she’d had enough sense to wear short shorts beneath her dress) before collapsing in the grass, laughing a little.

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[GIDEON GLASS]

Gideon...wasn't entirely sure what he had been thinking, agreeing to this. But he had said he would come, and it was a free lunch...and Science knew money always ran a bit short for college students. Gideon was sensible enough to recognize that.

Of course, it wasn't that he came from a home short on funds. The Glasses were a well-to-do Canadian family, and their middle child had grown up in relative financial comfort. With this backing, Gideon could never run himself into the poorhouse unless he did something so humiliating as to have his parents disown him, something he could never in good conscience do. But Gideon also did not receive the majority of the spending money the Glasses allotted to their three sons. Roderick, his 17-year-old brother, received most of that, being his mother's favorite. As for Gideon, his parents were depending on him being like his eldest brother Percy and getting a high-paying job as a doctor or a lawyer or an astrophysicist or a lawyer or a rocket scientist or a lawyer.

This was how he'd managed to wind up with the smallest income in the entire Glass family, and it was also how he could come to appreciate a free meal so deeply, even if it was with strangers.

He'd dressed himself as neatly as always, today accommodating for the spring weather with a lightweight gray cardigan over a crisp white button-down shirt. He tied his tie into an impeccable double Windsor knot, folded down the collar of his shirt, and paused to examine his face. His own pale, serious features seemed unchanged. He pushed up his glasses with a little sigh, ran a hand through his dark hair, grabbed his messenger bag, and left his dorm.

As he didn't have a car of his own (once again, his low income stung), Gideon took a taxi to Hyde Park. He arrived, perplexed, silent, and nervous, several minutes later, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep himself from wringing them. What if they weren't there at all? It had been quite foolish to come here all alone, with no knowledge of whom he would be looking for...

But there were some tables over there. Surely they would be there?

Pursing his lips, Gideon advanced, assuring himself uncomfortably that everything was going to be fine.

"A-ah..." Well, those two over there seemed to have far too much food for two people...and they looked vaguely like the pictures he had seen on that God-forsaken chatroom...so he approached, cautiously, and a bit more anxiously than he would have liked.

Repressing the nervous stammer that threatened in his tone, Gideon inquired of the young man and the woman now on the ground, "Is this the picnic? I do hope I'm not mistaken..." He extended his hand across the table to the dark-haired man, polite yet grave. "Gideon Glass. I was promised a free meal." His olive green eyes twinkled almost imperceptibly behind his glasses, showing a dry humor that seemed hard to express on his face.


ooc: Zelda just describes her outfits like a rebel.
A lazy rebel.

[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

Victoria had no idea what the hell she was doing in this park. If her dad knew she was hanging out with a bunch of college kids… Oh he’d be so mad. It serves him right for totally ignoring her the past few months. But seriously what was she doing here? There were so many articles in Seventeen talking about how you should never plan to meet people you’ve only seen on chatrooms. Not that she read Seventeen or anything. Well, if they were rapists, she’d kick their asses. No one messes with Victoria Elizabeth Romenz.

With that decided, Victoria stepped out of the cab and made her way into Hyde Park. It was so much smaller than Central Park and definitely less crowded. The trees were everywhere! She looked around and soon found a group of three that definitely didn’t match. One of the guys was wearing a tie. Really? A tie to a picnic? He must be the “well respected man” guy from the chat. Victoria started walking towards them and wondered if she was making a big mistake. Nah. She was getting free food that was supposedly a lot better than her café meals. What did Gingey’s serve agai—

The glorious smell of chocolate hit Victoria’s nose and she literally sprinted the next couple of feet. She popped up behind the Gideon guy and smiled. “Hey, it’s Victoria,” she announced. She looked at the red head doing cartwheels and figured it was that Cleofish girl. What about the guy sitting down with the food? He looked kinda nice. Pretty much like and older version of her guy friends. He couldn’t be—

“Ni figa sebe! Are those cookie dough brownies? Can I have one?” Victoria asked keeping her hands in her pockets so she wouldn’t just grab one. They looked soooo good; her mouth was watering.

notes: this is making me sooo hungry!
outfit: not girly
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[NOVEMBER STARR]

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November yawned for the fifteenth time of her rather short cab ride to Hyde Park. One of the many ways she entertained herself during this period of not speaking to people and avoiding all contact with the twins who had more than briefly been a huge part of her life was chatrooms. She hadn't been on that particular one in quite a while, and it showed as she did not know one person there. Despite this, the chat ended with an invitation to a picnic with people she didn't even know. Of course, she expected her judgement to be impaired as Nov hadn't slept normally in over a week. Periods of blacking out in which she had no idea what she was doing, saying, or even thinking were the closest she got to sleep. And they were happening more and more frequently the more she wasn't sleeping. The cab driver turned to look at her, but her eyes were fixed straight ahead and blank. He stared at her and spoke words, but she didn't hear them until he reached back and shook her arm, startling her back to reality. "Oh... I'm sorry...." she said, her voice weak.

"That's okay... No charge, lady."

"That's kind of you..."

[/b] she complimented before she opened the door and stepped slowly onto the path. The driver looked at her, concerned, but soon shrugged and drove away. She'd been getting that look a lot lately... From teachers, fellow students, people on the streets... Well, she must have looked a mess anyways. Her hair was absolutely messy, and she'd simply thrown on jean shorts and toms to make her sleep wardrobe more acceptable (the cardigan added in the middle of the night because she'd gotten cold, though now only two buttons were buttoned and it hung loosely on her whenever she wasn't cold and wrapping it around herself). She didn't look all that special. Brushed her hair as best she could and threw it into some kind of bun so quickly she didn't even remember what it looked like... Her roomie had already been out, so she simply left a note saying that she was gonna get out for a while and she would be in Hyde Park in case of emergency. Yawning once more, Nov slapped her cheeks a little bit and took a deep breath. She could stay awake for this. She SHOULD stay awake for this, she'd been invited and to fall asleep would be rude. Trying to take in the beautiful scenery of the park while she looked, her tired eyes came across the small gathering by the picnic tables...

November approached the tables a little cautiously, but quickly let her guard down as she observed the people who looked more like their icons than she did right now. A cute ginger in a dress tumbling in the grass who she assumed was Cleofish, and the boy standing over the food was obviously Sexy. Erm, that came out wrong... There was another pretty redhead in much plainer, boyish clothes, and she assumed this would be Victoria, who had acting a little high-and-mighty in the cbox... There was a blonde, no one that could be but Regan. Compared to her first impression of her in the cbox, she'd turned out all right. Nov hoped the model (which was actually an assumption because of the word shoot... Well, she hoped the girl was a model) continued to prove her assumptions wrong, though the wardrobe didn't exactly help her. The other boy present was wearing much more formal clothes, and at first Nov wondered if she should have dressed up, with that and the suit. When she looked around, however, the other wardrobes present were similar to hers, at least in level of formality. At this, she grinned to herself, a genuine grin of satisfaction she hadn't felt in a while, then approached the people, specifically Jacob the Sexy, with a smaller, closed version of this grin still on face. "Hi... I'm November. Er, Insomniac," she introduced herself, yawning for the second time since her arrival as if her body wanted to prove her point. Her voice was still awfully weak for her tastes. "I'm glad you brought the scones..."[/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote]
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[JACOB HARLOW]

“Don’t eat them all. You get an unsupplied amount of GIngey’s sweetness.” Jacob warned, pointing a finger at her, giving her the warning eyes, thought there was humor in them. He smiled, and leaned back against her in a weird hug-but-not-hug, “Love you too, Fishgirl.” He said quietly, watching her eat the brownie before she got up and started to cartwheel in the grass. “You’re gonna puke!” He warned, and sighed at her, before lifting his head when he saw people starting to come forward.

“It sure is, have at it. We’ve got the Panini, none of ‘em have tomatoes, so you’re safe there. Delicacies for the sweet-tooth, and a fruit salad if you’re watching your figure.” Jacob grinned up at the thin boy, from his seat on the bench, before he stood up, and moved off to the side to allow easier access to the food. “I’m Jacob, that crazy girl over there’s my pet fish, aka. Cleo. Feel free to dig in. Once everyone’s at least had something, feel free to go back for more. And everyone but Cleo can take some home if there’s some leftovers,” He leaned his head back, and shouted, “Hear that Cleo? You don’t get leftovers, and you dang well know why!”

He didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Gideon, because the three other girls that showed up came all relatively close together. There was Victoria, who got a wave from him. She was cute, red hair also. However, not as vivid as Cleo’s. Though, Cleo may have just been biased in his own mind. “You haven’t got to ask! I’m not gonna make you stare at them, and not touch. Dig in! And what language was that?” Jacob asked her curiously, at least attempting to give everyone a proper greeting. He wasn’t the best host, but he damn well was going to try.

“Aaand you must be Regan.” Jacob raised his brows at the eccentrically dressed girl that walked up. Who wore leather in summer? Really? This girl was kinda just asking for it—hot, but…leather, really? “The Panini’s are on whole wheat bread, low-fat cheese, and all natural vegetables from the market. As well as the fruit salad being…well…fruit.” He shrugged, “The scones are prolly going to be less fatty and sugary than the brownies, if you wanted something sweet.” He explained, shrugging his shoulders at her, and offering her an awkward smile, before his attention shifted.

How many fucking people had he invited? Thank Jesus Christ he baked enough. “Welcome, November. Interesting name. And yeah, I haven’t made em too often. So hopefully they’re okay, strawberry is fine, isn’t it?” This one looked like a wreck. He pushed up from the side of the bench, and approached his duffel bag, pulling out a thermos and a few plastic cups, before pouring hot water into one of them, “You look like you could use some tea to wake up. Sorry it’s not terribly hot, and there’s cool water under the bench in the jugs if you don’t want a hot drink. Teabags are in the side of the duffel, I think I have um…”

He opened the side, pulling out a few tiny boxes of tea, “Lemon, which is good in cold or hot…green tea, black tea, and…” He raised a box close to his face, “Earl Grey?” He wrinkled his nose slightly at it, before setting it aside.

“Dig in, you guys. There’s enough to go around, and enough for seconds if you’re hungry enough. I just told Gideon that if there’s anything left over after everyone’s had their fill, you guys can take leftovers.”

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[CLEO EVERETT]

“As if!” she called back to Jacob, as she sat up before launching herself into a somersault, “I’ll be fine!” It had just been one brownie! So far, anyway. It would’ve been different if she’d had two brownies and a scone along with trying whatever else he’d brought. Cleo didn’t care much for the healthy foods, though she supposed it wouldn’t kill her to try a—she turned and looked back upon hearing a voice that wasn’t Jacob’s. That must be Gideon for he’d been the only other male in the chat room. “You’re adorable!” she exclaimed from where she sat, finding it absolutely darling that he was so dressed up. While it would’ve seemed strange otherwise, he somehow made it work. Delicacies for the sweet tooth. Totally her. She’d have to immediately befriend whoever else decided to enjoy the sweets instead of the other food. It might’ve just taken awhile for her to warm up to whoever decided fruit salad was better than a cookie dough brownie. “Excuse me?” Cleo sent a glare in Jacob’s direction before falling onto her back and rolling back towards the table. She was not a pet fish! He yelled at her then and she sat up so suddenly, she thought the head rush would knock her out. “What!” Any louder and she could’ve been described as shrieking. Cleo leapt up and joined Gideon and Jacob at the table, sort of noticing another girl approaching them. “That’s not fair!” She whined, grabbing a scone and giving Jacob her best pout. No leftovers. Hmph.

Victoria had arrived and any animosity Cleo had felt for the girl evaporated (had she felt any? All Cleo could remember was that two of the girls in the chat room had annoyed her). Cleo tilted her head curiously as Victoria said something in a language she didn’t know. She nibbled on her scone, waving at Victoria. She was quite sure they all knew, or would know, who she was what with the bright red hair and the immediate taking to sweets. Around the same time, Regan (the only blonde) and November (all of them were there, so it must’ve been her) showed up. “Why are you wearing leather? It’s spring time.” Were the first words Cleo offered to Regan, giving her a look that was clearly distaste covered up by curiosity. Oh well. She was just asking what everybody else was thinking. “And hello, November.” Cleo smiled at her with the slightest hint of concern. “The scones are delicious.” Not that Cleo expected anything less. Cleo sat back down on the bench, glad to have gotten her greetings out of the way. Cleo leaned back, peering underneath the bench for the water Jacob was talking about. Sure enough! She grabbed a bottle and opened it, taking a long drink. Scones were usually too flaky for her anyhow. “Everybody showed up!” Cleo poked Jacob in the side, just barely reaching as he was standing a bit away from her. “Success!” Because she’d been sure at least somebody wouldn’t show up what with the whole I-don’t-even-know-these-people-they-could-be-crazy belief. She wouldn’t be surprised, though, with that chat room.

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[GIDEON GLASS]

Well, he certainly felt out of place...everyone else was dressed down, casual, and here he was in a tie...

But! But, he reminded himself, it was never a crime to be well-dressed. Gideon was always smartly dressed, and he was not about to stop now simply because he was attending an informal gathering like a picnic. And besides, the blonde girl who had just strolled up after him was wearing leather. That was odder than his tie, wasn't it? It was springtime, after all. And he was dressed far more appropriately, anyway, so he could disregard any nasty looks she would cast him. She seemed like the type to judge based on outward appearances, and her rude introduction made Gideon wince.

The girl he assumed was CombatBoots - she introduced herself as Victoria - said something in a language he didn't recognize. "Come again?" he asked courteously, glancing her way. He only knew a bit of French from growing up in Canada, though admittedly Ottawa's French-Canadian population was nothing compared to Quebec.

He glanced over at November, shocked to see that she did indeed look like an insomniac. His heart went out to her. He knew that he had looked like that more than once in his life, though he didn't know what to say to help her.

After a moment of hesitation, he sat down at the table and began to examine the delicious-looking food spread out across the table. He glanced up at Jacob as he spoke, nodding in acknowledgment. "Thank you very much for the meal," he added, ever-polite and respectful as he picked up a thankfully tomato-free panini. He would have at those cookie dough brownies when he was finished with his main course.

However, his biggest surprise came from the redheaded girl, who took one look at him and immediately exclaimed, "You're adorable!" Gideon immediately turned a rather vibrant shade of pink, and it took a moment before he could rt enough poise to answer her with dignity.

"Ah...thank you?" he replied weakly, before glancing down at the panini and taking a bite. "Mmmm...well worth the effort."

[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

Victoria grimaced. She had spoke Russian again hadn’t she? She had worked for months trying to get rid of her accent but for some reason she still spoke it on occasion. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate her culture but she was in New York not Russia. They spoke English. Plus it was a bit embarrassing. “Oh, um, sorry. That was Russian,” she said with less confidence. Don’t blush, don’t blush. “I guess it’s kinda like ‘Oh my gosh!’ in English.” She laughed nervously and took a brownie. Even through her protests, heat prickled across her face and her cheeks went from their usual pale to bright red. She hated blushing, it was so girly. She bit into the brownie and looked up at all the trees. This thing was delicious. “Wow, I need to come to Gingey’s. This is fantastic!” She finished the brownie and went for a scone. While eating it she looked at all the people.

The Jacob guy must have been Notsosexy. He seemed nicer in person. She was kinda wrong to judge, but he was the one who put ‘Sexy’ on his screen name. It was a bit of a turn off for most people. The other guy in the group looked like he could be one of her guy friends if he loosened up a bit. Plus he was blushing. Her guy friends never would be caught doing that. Cleo, the red head seemed waaaay too happy. Victoria was fairly certain she’d get annoyed with Cleo before the end of the picnic. It was best to avoid her. The blonde chick was just asking for it. Seriously. Leather was cool for a jacket in the fall or winter, but a leather skirt? That sounded like something in a burlesque place. Probably should avoid her too. The girl who called herself November seemed like the only safe bet. She looked about her age even in the sleepy state she was in.

“Hey November. Do you go to Baum?” Victoria asked trying to get a conversation started so she didn’t look like a loner.

notes: Victoria is so judgy x.x
outfit: not girly
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