Boredom Sets In

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai has continued to find herself bored with everything. As usual. To be perfectly honest with herself, she'd rather be back home then here. There she didn't have to wear creepy, living clothing or be inside of a creepy, living ship. She also had food that tasted decent. Still, she has to eat, so she's in the mess hall, choking down some more of the slop and the tray that goes with it. She pauses and pokes at the unappetizing much with a depressed-sounding sigh, "Would it kill Stacy to have some variety?"

She forces down another mouthful and pulls a face. The simulations, at least, had been mildly entertaining. Right now there was nothing to do but wait and eat and wait some more. Maybe she ought to check out the media center and find out what that was all about. She picks at the food a bit more, then slumps in her seat, "I hate this place."

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[morphitudinous]

Though the former Blue Ranger had no desire to take a break from his investigation of the ship, he was eventually forced to acknowledge that his body needed some nutrient intake.

To that end, Billy found himself wrinkling his nose at the amorphous mass of nutritional supplement on his tray. He'd never craved a guacamole cheeseburger quite as badly as he was at that moment...oh, what he wouldn't give for the mouth-wateringly familiar odor.

Well, he supposed, that was part of the hefty price to pay for saving the known universe. He sat at a table not too far from Mai's place in the mess hall, shaking his head as he addressed her with a small wave.

"I agree that this particular component of our new lives is far from enjoyable, but is the experience entirely troublesome?" Mouthy optimism, take one!

Re: *open to threadhopping if anyone else comes by*

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai's reply was a monosyllabic, "Yes."

She turned her head to glance at Billy. He looked to be a year or two older then she was, maybe more. She wasn't quite sure. Nor did she really care. She finally shifted so she could deliver a more elaborate response.

"Yes. It is. I could be somewhere that isn't here, eating real food, instead of this goop."

To demonstrate, she used part of the tray to scoop some of the unappetizing mush and let it plop back into the rest of the pile.

[morphitudinous]

He passed a glance over his dining companion, if he could call it that, and nodded. She appeared to be around his age---oh, wonderful. Seems the fate of the world resting in teenagers' hands wasn't just an Angel Grove thing.

"The feeling's mutual. Nothing quite beats the texture of a cheeseburger."

He watched the goop drip back onto her tray in silent camaraderie. "Well at least it's edible, if one were to use a looser definition of that word." That just might be a tiny smile on his face.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai forced down a mouthful with an indifferent shrug, "I guess so. At least it's just bland and doesn't taste like it's rotted or something."

She's pauses and raises a brow curiously, "What's a cheeseburger?"

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor is balancing a tray on one hand, using the other to poke the slop. Murphy's right behind him, as usual.

He looks up at Mai's question, clearly baffled. "Ye don' know what a fuckin' cheeseburger is?"

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai gives the older man a withering look, "No. I don't."

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

"Nor do I, neighbour," is the commentary from the man further on down the table. "Doesn't sound pleasant, either."

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like... something. That isn't food." Mai grumps and tries to eat some more. Ugh.

*late otl*

[morphitudinous]

Billy takes a moment to recover from the sudden blast of culture shock. He knows about the concept of wildly different cultures in theory, of course, but it isn't always the easiest to react and adjust quickly when you'd never had to apply that knowledge.

He smiles apologetically at the two confused podmates, and somewhat wryly at the suggestion that a cheeseburger isn't food. His friends on Earth would have vehemently rejected that notion.

"I apologize---I would have explained the concept if I'd anticipated that you wouldn't be familiar with a cheeseburger. Cheeseburgers are a popular meal where I come from, but they're certainly not the most nutritious snack. Anyway, a cheeseburger is a slab of cooked meat topped by a melted slice of cheese, sandwiched between slices of bread. Its nutritional content mainly consists of protein, carbohydrates, and fat." Yay, junk food!

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai looks up at him, then back at her plate, then back again. She considers this, turns the idea over in her head for a moment...

"Sounds more appetizing then this mess."

[cityship]

They aren't alone in the mess hall. Plenty of others are gathered there, chatting, cutting in and out of conversations with each other. There's a ruckus over in the corner with Pat and Toxin and Chris's food, as well as, curiously, a hawk perched on the edge of a table, eating.

Then all hell breaks loose.

(ooc: Move along to the link, little doggies, and continue there!)

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen didn't like the idea of wandering about alone, so she heads towards the only place she knew would be populated - the canteen.

She's not impressed with the food, but it's comforting to see people, even if they are entirely unfamiliar. It makes her feel slightly less desperate.

Gwen passes by a strange woman, and stares over her shoulder at the slop on her plate.

"Definitely not a five star restaurant, is it?" she offers.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai gives Gwen a look, "What's a five star restaurant?" She pokes at the glop a bit more.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Gwen though. Aliens probably rate restaurants a bit differently.

"Um... just means their food is better than this place," Gwen muttered. "I'm Gwen. I'm, uh, new here."

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

"Obviously. Anything is better then this place." Mai slumps dejectedly again.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen tilted her head. "I don't know, I could think of worse places," she said. "Mind if I join you? I'm just trying to get to know people," she added awkwardly.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai shrugged indifferently and poked at her food, "I don't care."

[cityship]

They aren't alone in the mess hall. Plenty of others are gathered there, chatting, cutting in and out of conversations with each other. There's a ruckus over in the corner with Pat and Toxin and Chris's food, as well as, curiously, a hawk perched on the edge of a table, eating.

Then all hell breaks loose.

(ooc: Move along to the link, little doggies, and continue there!)