sloppy slop D:

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Diana stared at the slop. She'd eaten this since she'd arrived but damn it was unappealing. She frowned, propping her chin on her hand as she leaned against the cafeteria table, alone, staring at the slop. Human food would be good. So would company.

[ uh, new thread is a new encounter? that's how i roll :D ]

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[imperious_lex]

Well, it's not human food that's suddenly placed in front of her. It's something better than human food.

It's a hot, fresh cup of coffee.

"This might be a bit more to your liking," Lex stated, holding his own cup of coffee. "May I?"

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Now there was something she never expected to miss.

"That smells delicious," Diana commented, a broad smile crossing her lips. "Go ahead," she added, waving an inviting hand to the empty seat. Now was a chance to speak to him, one on one, no mistletoe this time. Hopefully.

[imperious_lex]

Lex might not mind more mistletoe, though it would be nice to get a chance to talk.

He took a seat opposite her, smiling as he sat down. "It's my own special blend. Though I hear you eventually get used to the slop.

"Can't say I ever developed a taste for it, though."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Only in your dreams, Lex.

"It's certainly less than pleasant," Diana agreed, staring back down at the pile. "I'm not entirely sure how it's as satisfying as it is, though it wouldn't hurt to make it a bit more.... appetizing."

[imperious_lex]

Lex always did dream big.

Lex wasn't going to mention where the slop came from; it was unappealing enough as it is. "I suppose not, but it's still better than starving. Though not by much.

"But, bad food aside, how are you adjusting to being here?"

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Though next time he might get woken from that dream with a fist to the face.

The origins of the slop would probably only cause Diana do something incredibly unprincess-like, such as retching her innards all over the cafeteria floor. She'd already done that before in the pod chamber. A repeat offense was definitely not preferred.

"Slowly, but definitely adjusting," Diana replied. The biggest offender of this slow adjustment, food aside, were the beds. They pulsed and were tiny and felt really weird.

"How long have you been here, Lex?"

[crusades]

Bruce pulls up a chair and plants both himself and his own tray of slop down. Diana's lucky to get him out of costume today, but his plantsuit is clearly grubbied from work in Neuropathy.

He smiles slightly at her reaction to what they serve at the Stacy buffet, "It doesn't look like much but it is nutritious."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

A smile spanned Diana's lips, brightening her face as she watched Bruce make himself comfortable across the table from her. He was quite a mess, somewhat unusual but not unheard of. He did like to get into his work.

"Hello Bruce," she greeting him, then returned a glance at the pile. "It is strangely filling, yet making this more appealing wouldn't hurt."

[crusades]

"If we're to believe this was once a prison ship, I doubt it's within Stacy's means to cater something more palatable," it's something that doesn't particularly concern Bruce. Next to one of Alfred's energy shakes this stuff might as well be lobster thermidor, "Though I'm sure you'll have the luxury of real food once we reach our next destination."

He takes a few bites, considering how to approach his next concern, before continuing, "I heard about the... incident with Booster Gold. I want to apologise on his behalf."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"A prison ship? Is that a rumor or found to be true?" That sure caught her attention, though it would make sense if it were true. The food, the sleeping arrangements, the outfits. At least she wasn't encased in a small pod and only a small pod, which was another story in itself she didn't really want to speak of.

She almost couldn't wait to see what the next destination was.

She couldn't help frown somewhat on hearing that particular incident. "Thanks, Bruce. Word does travel fast here, doesn't it?"

[crusades]

"Nothing has been found to be true," he insists, "Speculation and educated guesses are the best we have for now. But given the facilities and amenities present on this ship, it's no stretch of the imagination to theorise that it was once used for something other than housing refugees."

And on the subject of Booster, Bruce can't prevent his mouth knotting into a slightly knowing smile, "Heard it from the horse's mouth. And I wouldn't worry, he values his health too much to try something like that again."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"It would make sense," Diana agreed, "even if it's somewhat disconcerting." She wasn't a fan of being held captive. She wanted to help people on her own accord, not be forced to. "It would also make sense why morale is so low."

She was certain Booster valued his teeth as well. Diana knew how to hit very hard. And while she'd rather fight at last resort, Booster made it very difficult to be diplomatic. Very difficult. "I would expect not."

[wheresmysuit.livejournal.com]

Nate had been walking past, a tray of tuna sandwiches in one hand, his safety goggles on top of his head, and his face smeared with oil. He'd been working down in Special Weapons with his suit and he'd decided to take a break to get some food. Sure, tuna sandwiches weren't exactly McDonald's, but they were a whole lot better than the slop Stacy still served. And he did have a lot of them.

Seeing the unfamiliar woman staring down at her plate of slop, he looked down at his tray, before wandering over and setting it down lightly in the middle of the table. "Want some? They're tuna. You could dip them in Stacy's food if you didn't want to waste it. I have no idea how that'd taste though."

He smiled, checking a readout from his datapad. Hmn. He had time.

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

The sight of normal food did bring a thankful smile to her face. "Very much appreciated, thank you." Diana could always save the pile of slop for later. The stuff didn't seem to go bad and seemed to be in unlimited supply. In time, maybe, she'd get used to the stuff, though it was entirely unlikely.

"Please do join me, if you have the time," she added invitingly. "I am Diana of Themyscira. It's nice to meet you."

[wheresmysuit.livejournal.com]

"No sweat. I probably would have ended up sharing them anyway." He'd gotten used to it, but that didn't mean he liked the stuff. It still felt like eating mucus to him. The fact that it was warm didn't help either. But on the other hand if he was ever stuck on a desert island and had to eat his own mucus to stay alive...

Checking his datapad again, he nodded to himself and set it to standby before taking a seat. "Sounds good to me." When she introduced herself, he looked up quickly. "You're Ms. Diana? I'm Nate, we spoke a little over the Omnicoms earlier. Looks like you're my team lead." He smiled, offering his hand. "It's good to meet you."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"Likewise." She shook his hand with a warm smile spanning her features. "It's nice to put a face with the name." The name made sense. He said he was very technologically inclined and the grease and goggles did match up with that.

"How long have you been here, Nate?" She wanted to get to know each member of her team personally. "Does the food taste better with time?" she added, somewhat facetiously, somewhat seriously. If one thing were to drive her crazy, it'd be the food. Themysciran food was always so delicious. She'd even take human fast food over this.

[wheresmysuit.livejournal.com]

"Same here. It's always good to know what your team leader looks like." He laughed quietly. He was generally pretty clean. But since getting his suit back he'd been working on it in every spare moment he had. Which basically meant all the time.

"A few months I'd say? I've seen around five or six podpops. They seem to be spread apart over a rather even amount of time. So six months at the maximum." It would probably help. Though he wasn't about to tell her about the future supervillain thing. He wasn't going to tell anyone that. That got a laugh out of him though, as he shook his head. "No, not really. But if you take it into a Sensorium, Stacy can fool your sensory inputs to make you believe you're eating anything you can imagine. Right down to the taste. I don't know who figured it out, but it sure makes eating the slop easier. And you still get the nutrients, so it's win win, I'd say."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"That's quite some time to be here," Diana noted. The supervillain thing was probably a good thing to leave out for now, though chances were, she'd hear it from Bruce, who was always overflowing with information and intell. It was just getting him to share it that was usually the challenge.

"That's quite a good idea," Diana commented, pondering what sort of foods she'd have the Sensorium make her taste. She'd even go for a cheeseburger right now.

[starlightace]

"You know, if you eat in the Sensoriums it at least tastes like real food," comes a helpful voice from behind her - from a cheerful-looking young woman. "I don't think that we should rely on it, but it helps when you're still getting used to the whole idea of being here."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Diana turned and offered the girl a smile. "That might make the transition a bit easier, yes." The food felt terrible going down but when you're hungry, you'll eat nearly anything. "Would you like to join me for some slop?" There was no way she'd really be able to call this food quite yet.

[starlightace]

Nanoha smiled back. "I already ate - but I'd be happy to sit and keep you company if you'd like! I'm Nanoha, by the way."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"I would," she smiled in return. "I am Diana of Themyscira. It's nice to meet you."

[starlightace]

"It's nice to meet you too, Diana!" The girl beams, taking a seat opposite her. "I guess you just got here, huh. It's kind of a hard transition."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"That's right," Diana replied. "I've been here barely two weeks. I can't quite say I've gotten used to this." She prodded the science experiment which somehow passed for food.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko, on the other hand, is at a nearby table, eating her slop with mechanical efficiency. Even if the goo had a taste, she wouldn't have altered it— this was actually the natural state of her food, nothing more than a high-calorie mix of gluten and amino-acid micromachines with more to do with cleaning and maintenance than fuel. Cyborg food was a tasteless sort of nasty, though for someone who had few memories of the physical sensation of taste...

She has halfway done, and inattentively so. The Major was, as always, watching the eb and flow of the crew around her— you never know when someone will attack you. Or worse: want to socialize.