Vargach:

Plans for the evening…

Nicolae nodded to Master Chief and then turned to the Old wolf.  "At your service."  With that he turned and left the room.

"Agreed Vargach, supper first."  After dinner he returned to quarters to get rest.

Naidania is by the door/entrance, so she is not sure what exactly happened, but since everyone is retiring, she will follow suit.

Vargach continues towards the mess hall, pondering how to best achieve this evening's goals.

Is anybody else wanting to do or say something?

(OOC: Dimbos' at least got nothing for the moment apart from eventually following along after the others to grab a bite and head straight to bed.)

((Zelacious just retiring to his bunk to stew and ponder and plot...))

(I believe we are retiring for the night?)

The party makes their way to the mess hall where they’re greeted as champions by the other cadets for the speed with which they completed the obstacle courses. Unless much else happens at night except for where Vargach tries to encourage the others into a pillow fight, the night pass relatively peacefully.

If you want something to happen please let me know!

Next morning everybody has gone up a level.

     Zelacious skipped the mess and went straight to their quarters and his bunk.  He's loudly snoring in his sleep as everyone returns.

 If given half the chance Dimbo proves himself to be a voracious eater, and happily samples as many alien dishes as he can while at it! And to that end, he was not above expanding his search for 'culinary delights' among the general pop of the mess hall at the time, taking full advantage of his lack of typical taste buds that might've hindered the purusit!

But eventually he returns to his bunk and almost immediately collapses into a shapeless mass with bits of bone and remnants of the evening meal(s) yet floating about in his being, left to disolve overnight. At best the others can get is a tired "See ya" before Dimbo drifts off immediately, unable or unwilling to wake or move again unless pysically endangered...

Come the next morning, if time yet permitted it, Dimbo can be seen frantically tinkering with his backpack and gleefully snickering, "Yes... Yes, I've finally remembered! The soup was the key! Yes, yes! A-and now I just pour a little of this on there and-...." And on and one he'd ramble until everyone was fully awake again.

Infusions Prepared for the Next Day:
-Bag of Holding
-Alchemy Jug

Vargach:

Waking up, Vargach feels stronger and more capable somehow.  He prepares himself for the day and listens to Dimbo’s prattle until the time to report for whatever their first duty is…

Naidania wakes up refreshed, and she is playing around with her star map. For research purpose of course.

Shawn is awake when the others rise and he greets them while taking a hot tea. 

As the party comes down to the mess deck for breakfast they are greeted by a cacophony of noise. Without much difficulty they can pick up snippets of conversation such as “Did you hear that apparently Mirt was attacked in his quarters last night” and “What about the thefts that have been taking place” and “I heard that the instructors were going to push that so-called dream team to their limits today.”

On one side of the mess hall a stocky giff is serving what purports to be brreakfast; a smoky concoction of deep fried meat and/or beans held together with some sort of glutinous starchy substance “Oh great gunpowder chowder again” they hear one of the other cadets say. 

Vargach:

Taking his breakfast without complaint, Vargach starts eating, but he listens carefully to the rumors around him for any details.

Perception:  8

"Seems despite Mirt's request some loose lipped guard thought otherwise." Dimbo whispered to the party as they made their way through the mess, finally freed of the inventing fervor of the morning. For now. "Think he believe it was us tho'?" He adds, sounding more curious than worried. However, unless someone is quick to answer, the comment about 'gunpowder chowder' has dimbo immediately wandering his way over to line, and bluntly asking once it came time to get his portion, "Is there really gunpowder in here?"

 Naidania quietly listens to the conversation around her. She will skip the deep fried meat choice, and will give the mystery beans a try.

     Zelacious takes the food and finds a seat, grumbling and complaining the whole time but keeping it to a snarled whisper rather than his previous boisterousness.  He shovels the food quickly and unconsciously into his mouth, consuming with efficiency and a lack of desire to actually taste or experience the good.  His eyes are quick, darting all over wherever the ruckus or movements grab his attention.  He’s doing time and just waiting for an out…

Vargach:

As the sounds of many interesting rumors come to his ears, Vargach is content to sift through them mentally while his physical being is similarly sifting through the strange spacer food these sentients eat.  Nutritious enough, he supposes, but far from the fresh kill he has come to crave as the jungle hunter.