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As Bel saw how many newcomers there were, she opened some cans with soup, stew meat and pineapple juice. Her big handkerchief served as a tablecloth. The hamster, already calm, sniffed a cracker.
- Look, Julian, it seems like we have kind of a feast here, - she smiled.

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aksioma_tg
May. 10th, 2011 01:11 pm (UTC)
A short distance away there landed a little smart scarlet shuttle. It was streamlined though it wasn't really necessary for a space jorney, and all in all looked rather pricey. A yellow shield with a black prancing stallion on it was painted on it's boarside.
The shuttle's owner waited for the sand and dust to settle down before opening the hatch, and after that a middle-aged man with dark short hair and dark-brown eyes appeared on the ramp. He gave a swift glance to the beach and the sea and the people messing around near the fire and a look of annoyance came to his unshaven face.
Dressed in some sort of an integrated suit as scarlet as his shuttle the man nwittingly twiddled with a cellphone useless on this new planet.
After a couple of minutes of hesitation he went down to the ground and made his way to the fire, squeamishly avoiding the piles of wracks and shells driven ashore by the sea.
- Hey there, - he said in English with a tipical Spanish accent. - Are you the only people here?

Bel put her hamster back to the box and stood up. She had met already that kind of men and answered in a calming voice:
- Apparently yes. Would you like to join us? The stewed meat is hot already.
aksioma_tg
May. 10th, 2011 01:18 pm (UTC)
- The meat?.. - He seemed a bit suprised as if has just noticed the meals. - No... No, thank you. I'm looking for my manager. Or anybody from the team. They must be here already. Didn't you see them?
He looked around once again, almost in panic and repeated insistently:
- They must be somewhere here! It's impossible I'm here all alone.

Edited at 2011-05-10 01:20 pm (UTC)
sulwen_earel
May. 10th, 2011 01:23 pm (UTC)
Bel opened wide her eyes.
- Alone?.. Ok... I think, I understand, what you mean. Look, there is nobody from your team, but maybe they will come later.
aksioma_tg
May. 10th, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
- Later? - He turned to Bel and asked angrily. - And what am I supposed to do here till they come... later?!
sulwen_earel
May. 10th, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)
- Hey you, angry one, do you think I should put out your manager from my pocket?! Calm down! This meat is not your manager's! You are supposed to survive till that. And I advise you not to do it alone.
oovda
May. 10th, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
- Hey! We're all here in the same boat. No need to be nasty! It won't bring you team here but it will surely mean that you won't have dinner with us. - Alex turned to Bel, - it's your food so you should decide but...
aksioma_tg
May. 10th, 2011 01:51 pm (UTC)
The man pouted and suddenly looked somewhat childly.
- I'm definately not going to have dinner with you! - He snapped. - I'm not going to stay here at all!
He turned aside and strode to his shuttle stumbling as his feets got stuck in the sand. "Mierda!" - he muttered blackly but didn't stop.
sulwen_earel
May. 10th, 2011 01:53 pm (UTC)
- Have you seen that? - muttered Bel. - I wish no bear or crocodile here would like to have him as a dinner.
oovda
May. 10th, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC)
- Yeah! We wouldn't want them to get stomach ache, - Alex laughed and took the spoon again. - Bel, sit. I think he will be fine by himself. If not, he knows where to find us.
raimetyaro
May. 10th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC)
Allan looked thoughtfully at the stumbling figure, then made a movement towards the man.
- Oi! - he shouted. - A'least, if you don' want to eet with us, maybe you'd loik to have some good whisky?
aksioma_tg
May. 10th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
The man just continued walking as if he hadn't heard anything. He reached his pretty-looking shuttle and climbed inside.

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