DreamLyrics™ Play-by-Post Forums Modern/Historical DUC: Durham University Campus Competition Monday: Round 1 knock outs

Miranda thinks for a moment.

"Well it is likely to be restricted by both ingredients and the time available. I mean they won't be able to provide a huge variety or expensive meats that could go to waste, not for just a fun time. I guess there will be the basics, so I could make buns or scones or something. What about you Ian? And we will need a third. Anyone else willing to give it a go?"

Ian

"Not sure. It depends on the ingredients and if there is a time limit. But I could do turnovers and other pastries. Yeah we will need a third." He looks over his friends.

"Emma, did you want to join in the baking fun tomorrow?"

[OOC: Emma? ]

Sorry, somehow missed the question!

Emma

"Sure! It sounds like a lot of fun, count me in!"

Ian

"Awesome. We have three for the Baking contest. We probably find more about it. I mean do we use their ingredients or can we bring our own. Does it need to be baked prior or is it just at the competition. That sort of stuff."

Miranda says "We can ask Hilary when we get back to the gym."

[OOC: Folks ready for the afternoon ladies competition? ]

[ooc: yep]

Skye is in the Zone.

Feeling refreshed by their lunch, some light, some more substantial, the group set off heading back to the gym. They have plenty of time and spirits are high especially with the excitement from the two competitors. They chatter as they walk.

As they approach the gym, they see the two brothers just outside, apparently still at odds with each other. The younger brother grabs Daniel's arm pulling him back around to face him. Daniel is still in his gi, his brother wearing jeans and a black T-shirt.



Daniel is furious and shouts "What now?"

His brother replies.

"Daniel, I just don't know you any more. I.."

He is cut off by Daniel, speaking rapidly in another language. His eyes have lighted on all of you approaching.

Sky thinks it sounds like Arabic and recognises The word Allah as meaning God.

{Skye}

"Huh, Arabic." she mumbles under her breath just enough for Levon to hear. Having been so many places, it didn't phase Skye, but it was just a bit of surprise in this context. They kept approaching - mostly to walk by it seemed - but the only thing she could think to do is wave.

"More fights to come. See you later." It's as non-chalant as she could make it.