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[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

Hey, this is a PSA for any and all aboard the good ship Stacy: today is your lucky day, because none other than West Rosen is gracing you all with his presence in the icky fleshy canteen. How about that: a great dinner and great company.

The dinner is goop on goop with a side of tray, and the company is picking at it with the expression on his face of someone being asked to eat live maggots.

Come distract him from the menu? Please?

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[mrsarcastic003]

Tim made his way into the mess hall area, grabbed some food, and frowned deeply at it. This was... utterly unappetizing, and not just because he had memories of Alfred's cooking.

Oh--cool. New guy. Tim headed over and set his tray down on the table across from him. "Tasty, huh?" he said with a wry smile.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

"Like it's been shipped straight from the school cafeteria," West replies, a painfully bland triangle of goop-covered tray in one hand.

He looks up at Robin, and makes the most deliberately insincere 'mmm, tasty' noise you can possibly imagine.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim scoffed slightly. "I don't know what kind of cafeteria you went to..." he said with a laugh. He pushed at the tray. "New here?"

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

Well, the narration admits that he was exaggerating a little for comic effect.

"Very," he admits. "I'm West."

Frowning down again at what for want of a better word will be referred to as the food: "We're not seriously expected to live off this?"

[mrsarcastic003]

"I think we are," Tim said, laughing quietly. "Best not to think about it. I'm Tim, by the way. Robin when I'm working." He motioned to the mask he was wearing with a slightly self-conscious smile.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen doesn't know about lucky, considering she's spent the day covered in goo, walking around naked, and hearing pretty horrible stories about giant bugs whilst wondering how she ended up inside of a living ship.

So after some aimless wandering a few directions from various human and non-human co-prisoners alike, Gwen found her way to the canteen. She eyed the food, and decided to instead that the other people populating the canteen were probably much more interesting.

Besides, she wasn't that hungry anyway.

She spotted a young man sitting in a corner, staring down at his plate. She wandered up to him, trying look non-nonchalant, and nodded at the food. "Kind of like an episode of Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares, eh?"

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

Under normal circumstances, girl + skintight clothes would = oggling, but the tentacle-given plant-flesh suits would kill the libido of Casanova himself. West carefully avoids looking at it, instead glancing from her face to the delicacy in front of him and back again.

"I half-expect it to attack at any moment."

He's probably joking.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

And Gwen is usually the type that's very at home with chatting up fit, young men, but becoming a prisoner on a ship is a far cry from the usual flirting environment of the local pub.

"From my understanding of what goes on around here, that's a possibility," Gwen replies, smiling. "I'm Gwen." She gestures towards the chair, hoping the young man might not mind some company. "I just got here, still tryin' to figure out what's going on."

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

Alas that their circumstances are tearing them apart before their epic romance can even begin. Although West is still only seventeen and thus not yet legal in some states, despite his actor being 3973649723 years old or something equally silly that no-one believes until they read it for themselves on his Wikipedia page.

...Anyway.

"My name's West," he says brightly. "And if by 'got here' you mean 'got puked out into a leaf's gut and molested by tentacles and men from Mars', then me too!"

IF HE CAN JOKE ABOUT IT THEN IT DOESN'T FREAK HIM OUT, YOU SEE okay yes it still really really does.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Which is a utter shame, really, as he is totally legal in her home country, and besides a minor fixation with co-dependency, Gwen's halfway decent in bed as a girlfriend, as most of her co-workers can account to.

But that statement makes her laugh, which really gets points in the whole "this is really weird and awkward" situation, and she takes a seat a the table. "Well, it's nice to meet another slime-covered victim of the tentacles," she says. "I've seen some really, really weird things in my time. But this... well, this is the weirdest."

Don't think because she smiling, she's not freaked out. Because, tentacles. Really?

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

There's a girl sitting nearby. She's not gorgeous - a little skinny, a bit knock-kneed, but she's got a sweet face, and the fact that she's found her overalls to wear instead of her plantsuit does a lot to cover up the knee issue.

She's soldiering her way through the mush, emphasis on "soldiering," and she takes a moment to smile shyly at West when she notices him.

"Pretty gross, isn't it?" she asks. It's a valiant attempt at socializing on her part.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

And the mere fact of her wearing real clothes instead of one of those deeply disturbing tentacle-puke costumes does a lot to raise her in West's estimations.

"You're not kidding," he agrees, answering her shy smile with a wry one of his own. "I'm hoping that if I refuse it for long enough, the aliens will admit that it's a bad joke and bring out the real food."

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

"Don't hold your breath," says Will, who's been here for a while. "I've asked nicely and everything. They're not going to crack."

She sighs, poking at her mush. "If only they would like, make it taste good or something. You'd think if they could do all the nutrition stuff, they could do the taste stuff too."

Yeah, that's it. Talk about mush. It's fascinating, Will.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they've taken a look at humankind and decided to satirize our food. I mean, this is basically a PowerBar put through a blender." West has never been a fan of energy bars.

"Did you ever ask if they could satirize a cheeseburger?"

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

"That was the first thing." Will smiles. This socializing thing is going well. "It's weird, though . . . have you been to the Sensoriums yet? One time I was in there, swimming, and I could swear I smelled pretzels from the snack bar at the Y."

She pokes her mush again. "It's just kind of weird that they can get those kinds of details there, but not here."

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny's head thunks against the wall, as yet again another blob of mush plops onto his tray.

"Ugh, slop again. Y'know, I keep hoping that one of these days Stacy'll realize that even if it is nutritious , that won't matter if this food drives us all to throw ourselves out of an airlock."

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

"I find it hard to believe that this stuff is nutritious," snorts West. "I think it's made out of pond slime."

He's only half joking.

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"I do not see the issue with the provided meals." Yes, that's right. Javert is eating it. And without a disgusted look or any sort of reluctance at all. But then, something's got to keep the tall man moving, and air, though in keeping with his girlish figure, just wouldn't do.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

West raises his eyebrows.

"Maybe you're just overwhelmed by the choice of issues," he suggests. "My personal favourite is the strong suspicion that we are eating unseasoned alien bogeys."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"I believe it's because I've eaten worse. And far less." Javert isn't really thinking about it, if that helps. He's focused on the idea that there is no other food on the ship, and he likes not starving.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

"Wow," says West. "That really sucks."

He can't think of much that'd be worse to eat than this. Mud, maybe. Or live grasshoppers.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

There's a pale, dark-haired girl in one of the weird tentacle suits a few seats down (there are also knives strapped to her arms). She's picking at the food without enthusiasm, looking bored with the whole affair. She forces down another mouthful of the slop, along with part of the tray. She hated this food. She hated this ship.

"Can't we even get salt?" she mutters, more to herself then to anyone nearby.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

The words 'you could threaten someone for it' line up on his tongue, because he's spotted her knives -- but then they think better of it and sheepishly retreat again, because, well, he's spotted her knives.

Ehh, probably wasn't that funny anyway.

"Doesn't look like it."

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai slowly turns her head to give him a bored look, "Well, obviously."

She sighs and picks at it a bit more, still looking like she would rather be anywhere but here. Which she probably would be.

"I hate this ship."

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

"You are so not alone," says West, "that it is not even funny."

Kidnapping-prone alien slime-ships are just kind of difficult to love.