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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[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!)