[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1, Evening, At The End Of A Foodfight.
[b]Location:[/b] Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[b]Interactions:[/b] Luigi [@Bright_Ops]
[B]Mentions:[/b] Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn], Guile [@Holy Soldier] & Gordon Freeman [@Hostile][/center]

 Getting a little bored of playing dead, Quina rolled over on to his/her side to watch the final chapter of the food fight unfold. From underneath the table, it wasn't easy to work out what was going on, yet Quina tried to piece together the events from what could be seen. The Green Man (Luigi) was clearly annoyed with the turkey and decided to give it a good kicking, which seemed rather redundant, as the turkey clearly didn't need to be tenderised. Further down the room, it was raining cake, courtesy of the Orange Man (Gordon Freeman). As Edward Buck - the Grey Man - headed towards him, or her, Quina quickly resumed playing dead.

 Playing dead, of course, meant laying on the ground with his (or her?) tongue stuck out. The only real difference was that rather than being upright, Quina was horizontal on the ground. Presumably as an acknowledgement of Quina's acting prowess, Edward laid out the handful of frog legs on her (or his?) body and, at that point, there was simply no way that Quina could continue acting like a corpse. Sitting up, Quina gathered up the frog legs and, after double-checking that there were no more to be found in the immediate vicinity, gave one a tentative, almost gentle lick.

 "[color=f49ac2][i]Yum.[/i][/color]"

 Something inside Quina snapped. In seconds, the frog legs were devoured, lost to the bottomless pit that is Quina's appetite. It was not enough. It could never be enough. Scrambling out from under the table, Quina couldn't even wait until she (or he) was clear of it before standing upright. The table teetered on the brink of falling over completely, scattering yet more food around the place and adding to the - in Quina's mind, at least - improved atmosphere of the reception hall. The fight no longer mattered, the combatants were no longer important, all that there was in this world was Quina and frog legs.

 Waddling through the food related carnage, completely unconcerned now with the prospect of getting hit by anything, Quina made a beeline towards what, in this half-daze half-frenzy, looked like one of the largest frogs legs he - or she - had ever seen. It didn't exactly smell of frog, but then again, the smell of all the different foods in the air meant that it was quite hard for Quina to tell one food-scent apart from another. It would have to come down to taste, and so Quina reached out with gloved hands to grab the huge frog.

 Just as Quina was about to grab hold of Luigi ([@Bright_Ops]), the booming voice of Guile intruded upon Quina's thoughts. The giant frog was not a frog. The hall was still a mess. Quina had trodden in some cake. The man who came through the dooor did not sound, or look, particularly thrilled with the bold new direction in decoration the heroes had decided to inflict upon the reception hall. After standing frozen on the spot for a moment, Quina glances at Luigi, then quickly leans in to give him a lick.

 After all, it couldn't hurt to make sure that he wasn't [i]really[/i] a frog.