Chapter #4To the Kids' Table by: sneakyk   Searching for a power source can wait for later. Your primary goal, for now, should be the most basic one: collecting foodstuff and water. Comparing your options, you find a clear winner in the kids' table. They should have crumbs galore. After all, kids tend to be messy eaters! You make your way along the side of the wall as you draw closer to the kids' table, which also happens to be a touch noisier than the others. As you draw closer to the table, you turn your neck up towards the children, each young one looming high over you, seated on a tremendous chair fit for a deity. It's a struggle to even look up at them, let alone grasp what you're looking at.
Six children of varying ages are seated at the table. Oldest among them is a 9 year old girl in black Maryjanes, tall black socks, and a medium length red dress. Seated at the end of the table , right beside her, are a pair of toddlers. One of them is a boy who is wearing white sneakers, a t-shirt, and what at first glance seems to be bluejean shorts, but are in fact a faux denim diaper cover. To his side is a girl in an almost doll-like green and red plaid dress and black ugg-like boots. Beside the oldest of the kids is a girl of about 6, clad in a long, regal pink and white dress. Fitting, she's wearing shiny, glittery pink low-heel pumps each adorned by ribbons.
At the other end of the table are seated two kids that you cannot see as well. One appears to be wearing khaki shorts and sandals. The other is clad in khaki pants, with a pair of sneakers discarded on the floor beside his feet, which are clad in black socks. If you had to wager, the boys might be around 7 or 8. As you survey the area, you find that is indeed crowded with crumbs here or there, mostly crumbs from the restaurant's famous bread sticks.
This WOULD be great news were it not for the fat that all of the crumbs seem to be in fairly close proximity to the children's feet. Among the boys (at least, you assume they're boys) the one with shorts is moving his sandaled feet about sporadically, dragging them here or there, pushing the crumbs about as they go. One of the bigger ones even winds up lodged between his does! He also happens to be the only kid with water-spills nearby, though his sliding sandals threaten to soak up much of the water. The boy with sneakers is a different story. As you survey the area around him, you only spot a few crumbs...until he knocks one of his sneakers to the side, revealing a veritable goldmine of crumbs that must have tumbled into the sneaker when it was upright.
Among the girls, well...there are a fair number of heavy crunched-up fragments of bread at the feet of the girl in pink. She seems to be deliberately moving her feet about, hunting for crumbs to smash into fragments. You hear a frightful CRUNCH and THUD as one of her heels makes short work of a crumb that's bigger than you are. The girl in red has done a much better job of ensuring she hasn't spilled anything, but the toddlers by her are a different story. A few pieces of macaroni coated in a thick cheese sauce have fallen to the ground at their feet. Hard though it may be to imagine, those tubes are big enough to serve as tunnels for you. The oldest girl seems to occasionally leave her chair, and her feet veer dangerously close to the macaroni pieces. Perhaps she is tending to the toddlers.
Food hunting here is a potentially risky prospect. Quick meals are to be had should you go for food now, but there's an unfortunate risk of getting trod into a smear regardless of which kid you approach. Moving on from food, there's the prospect of getting up top. Three clear opportunities present themselves:
A discarded pacifier is located near the youngest of the bunch. It's fallen on the floor so you can be sure it won't get put to use, and you could almost surely get picked off the ground eventually if you hide inside of it. Your weapon might allow you to cut a hole in the surface of the pacifier big enough for you to slip in through. A doll lies on the floor beside the younger girl, its long blond 'hair' offering you a clear hiding spot to cling onto. Finally, the napkin lying on the sandaled boy's lap is dangling precariously low. If you wait, you might be able to cling onto it.
If hitching a ride doesn't fit your style, the final option would be to try to climb one of the titans. Only two of them -the boy in pants and the girl in the long pink dress - could plausibly be scaled.
After a bit of deliberation, you make your decision.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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