...We love to eat our pork! [Open]

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

After dealing with the mess that was waking up on this strange ship of sorts, Thrall has found it very hard to fit in at all, especially when there were so many human looking creatures on this ship - as well as other oddities. Yet, strangely, no other orcs.

It took him time to orient himself with his sense of direction, being too stubborn and stoic to ask for help to find anything, and it lead him to the mess hall. It was crowded and there were many others there, but he slowly gained his bearings - very slowly. It took Thrall a few times of standing there and watching others go through the process of being scanned by that large eye before they receive any nutrients, if you could call it that.

The orc was leery of proceeding and allowing that thing to scan him, if it was even doing that. The hesitation was quite obvious in both his motions and on his face. For a creature that is as large as him, he certainly did jump when the slop was offered upon his tray. There was a sharp inhalation of whatever was offered. Is this poisonous, he wondered? Thrall then proceeded towards one of the tables to sit and stare at whatever was on his tray. Unfortunately, it was not pork. Nor was it bear meat, lion, or any other red blooded beast that he could tear his tusks into. Instead, he lifted a utensil, and poked at the slop a few times. Maybe he lost his appetite already?

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[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

Matt with tray in hand full of slop was looking for a place to sit when he noticed the new arrival. Figuring he could use some assurance, he ambled over and inclined his head politely. "It doesn't look good at all but it's a meal that is nutritionally made to our requirements," said Matt in explanation. "May I sit sir?"

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

Thrall glanced up from his unsavory meal when he heard the other person speak. His brow darkened slightly as his eyes roamed over this new person's form, as though trying to take a guess on if this person were to be friend or foe. After a moment though, he glances away and inclines his head towards the other male - allowing him to sit.

"Nutritional?" Comes out in a low, yet conversational rumble. "I've seen grub worms that looked more nutritious than whatever this is." There's another glance towards the other male and the slop on his tray - which looks similar to Thrall's. Still, he doesn't appear to be touching his food. Perhaps, he wants to see the other person consume some as assurance?

[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

Matt sat down, chuckling softly. "Yeah, it doesn't look appealing that's for sure."

Taking a spoonful, he ate the slop, making a face. "Doesn't taste too good either, but I suppose that's what happens when you're on a ship that has limited real food supplies. I'm Matt Olsen."

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

Its only after he sees this Matt person consume some of the slop that Thrall stops poking at his own tray. He's still reluctant, but food is a necessity. Slowly, he gathered a spoonful of the slop and brought it up to his face, where he sniffed at it for a moment, trying to detect anything foul or strange - but there wasn't. The orc then brought it to his lips and tasted it.

It wasn't horrible, admittedly, but it was far from good. There's a hint at a cringe upon his face, which he quickly halts and attempts to hide from the other person. After the moment passes, he nods again towards Matt. "I can see what you mean." Pause. "I am called Thrall. Is there no other food here?" He really misses having pork. "This ship is quite - strange so far."

[raptorwithagun.livejournal.com]

Red Snout arrived for his daily supplement of the disgusting not-food that the ship served. It was not meat, and therefore, not-food. Still. He required it to live and he eat it, albeit with great reluctance. Bandolier and rifle clattering, he retrieved his 'meal' and slung back towards the exit. He paused, however, giving the orc a steady look. Probably a newcomer. Poor bastard was looking at his slop with equal distaste it seemed. He stalked over to the table.

"It is edible. Barely."

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

The orc glanced up at the - is that a raptor, with guns, and was it talking? This was certainly a strange sight and something that he wasn't used to seeing.

His reply, is a simple low, yet conversational growl of, "Where I come from, you'd be dinner."

[raptorwithagun.livejournal.com]

Red Snout snorts and inclines his head.

"I would wish to see anyone try such a thing. Raptors are not food." Hmph.

[governorkang]

Surprisingly, after initially spotting the large green figure in the room where he'd received a violation, Kang hadn't seen him around for several days. The ship was massive, but he'd figured that he would have at least seen him from afar at some point. So, he was curious when he noticed the male in the mess hall; getting his own plate of the slop, he approached somewhat cautiously, just in case he resembled something dangerous from the other's world.

"Would you mind some company?"

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

The sound of the voice caused Thrall to turn around towards it. Thats when he saw a draconian creature looking back at him. A heavy brow arches upwards in a curious manner as Thrall takes in the sight of the other beast, sizing him up for a moment, as though looking for any tell-tale traces that he may know this other being. But, it doesn't look that way.

It takes him a moment, but Thrall nods and offers in a low, yet calm bellow, "If you are offering, then I do not mind." Better to get to know some people while here.

[governorkang]

Kang nodded in return, and sat down across from him, poking at the slop on his plate with a claw. "It looks horrible, and doesn't taste much better, but it's food. Least it doesn't sit in the stomach like a small boulder, like the goo I was forced to eat several years ago."

He hesitated slightly, then held out his hand in greeting, "I am Kang. I don't mean to be rude, but I've never seen anything quite like you. What is your race called?" Upon closer inspection, he looked more like a mix between a hobgoblin and an ogre, but he didn't smell like either.

[on_errantry]

Rhiow's problem with the mess was that she didn't have thumbs, and therefore couldn't carry her tray to the tables and eat with the rest of civilized kind. Of course, if she trusted her wizardry she could probably float it...

Or transport it. She already knew that localized transport spells worked. She eyed the bowl of slop in front of her, twitched her ears, glanced over at a likely looking table - only a few people sitting at it, not anyone she was likely to bother with her spell, and began speaking.

The spell took in a rush and with a soft whumph of displaced air, Rhiow and her food appeared on the table near Thrall - a little closer than she had intended. "Pardon me," she said, ducking her head. "I didn't mean to get that close. My spell targeting seems like it's still a little off."

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

Right now, even a cat looks more appetizing than whatever slop is on his tray. But, Thrall couldn't exactly do that, he isn't that barbari-- Did that thing just talk? He blinks a few times as he hears the small feline speak to him. "So, a talking sentient raptor, and now a cat," he offers in a calm yet curious manner.

The orc finds himself staring at the cat, wondering if there was a mage behind the proverbial strings of it. He does eventually snap himself out of it though and smirks in the feline's direction - albeit, that probably looks threatening, coming from him. "There is no need to apologize," comes out in a gruff yet conversational tone. He then grows silent for merely a minute before noting, "This ship has many odd beings aboard it."

[on_errantry]

Rhiow's ears pricked forward at 'talking, sentient raptor.' If others from her world had been saved, like Stacy said they had... Ith? Could Ith be here? "Odd, certainly. Also usually friendly, which is more than I encounter on a daily basis." She was a New Yorker, after all. "Hunt's Luck - I'm Rhiow."

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk sauntered through - time to get some unappetizing slop from the mess hall. He found himself missing the mess hall on the Enterprise with surprising regularity these days. Not to mention Spock, McCoy, and the rest of the crew. He paused, tray in hand, looking for a spot to sit. There seemed to be a spot open next to the large, green and tusked man - he was a newcomer, obviously. He'd never seen him before. So, Kirk walked over, smiling and giving the spot a nod, "Do you mind if I join you?"

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

Thrall gazed up from his unappetizing slop to see a human standing by the table. He eyed the human for a moment, possibly sizing up the man, before jutting his chin and offering in a gruff tone, "Go ahead."

He tries not to stare at the other man, and concentrate on the mess within his tray. But, it didn't look good, nor did it smell that appetizing, so he was having trouble stomaching it.

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk nodded and slipped into the seat, seemingly undisturbed by the... man's gruffness. He offered Thrall a friendly smile and then his hand, "Captain James T. Kirk, acting first officer. The food isn't so great, but we're hoping to augment it with real rations soon enough."

[not_the_philistine]

He is, as he will come to realize, not the only nonhuman standing out in the crowd. Goliath frequents the mess hall, given the lack of a real sun to give him power in his sleep. He wakes, and almost, it seems, goes through the day starving. It is worse if there is wind enough for him to fly, which takes all of the strength he gets from visiting the mess hall no less than five times a day.

By now, he does not pause over his meal. He has already eaten half of the slop, pouring it down his throat without the pretense of utensils, before pausing to nod at Thrall, recognizing another alone in his species as Goliath has been for a while now.

"Well met, friend." He narrows his eyes slightly. "I think I would be mistaken if I called you one of my brothers."

No wings. No tail. Similarities, but that is where they end.

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

At least one of them was enjoying their meal, because Thrall certainly wasn't. The sound of the unfamiliar voice causes the orc's head to cant towards it, where he sees another strange creature, one which he had never seen before.

Goliath is offered a respectful nod in acknowledgment to his words. "I believe you would be." He didn't know what this other being was, but it certainly wasn't one of his kind. "I am an orc. My name is Thrall."

[not_the_philistine]

'Enjoying' is a strong word for anything having to do with the ship rations. They hold hunger off for a while. That's about all that can be said about them.

"Goliath. I cannot say I am familiar with your race."

Clearly this must be remedied. "May I join you?" he waits before placing the remainder of his meal on the table, respectful of the others' territory.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"It will not look any better no matter how long you stare at it," Arha observed, setting her tray down. "Or poke at it. What do you wish it most to be?" She glanced at the odd creature--it was, like Aeneas, most definitely non-human. And having the same sort of reaction as she had once had.

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

Thrall glances up from his slop to regard the owner of that unfamiliar voice. Considering his words, he glances back down, swishing his spoon in the unsavory looking mess for a moment.

"Hmm," comes out in a low bellow, "Anything, really. Mead basted caribou. A deliciously seared pork shank. A dish of the sweetest fruits... I'd even accept a plate of dragonbreath chili, despite my stomach disagreeing with it." Of course, the talk of actual good food wasn't helping to sate the growing hunger within his stomach, so he stops at that point.

Glancing back up at the newcomer, he asks, "How long did it take you to get used to this?"

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"Time works strangely here, but I would guess a month in regard to this form," she said seriously and then tilted her chin slightly, studying him with wide, intense, blue-within-blue eyes. "There is a trick to making it palatable, though. Have you yet encountered the Sensoriums?"

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

She had no idea what on earth Thrall was, but Toph could definitely identify with his reaction to the food.

"It tastes the way it looks," she said in her tough-twelve-year-old voice.

Toph could see him through her crystalline slippers, and she was fascinated.

[easy-bein-green.livejournal.com]

Glancing up from his tray, Thrall takes note of the small human girl, and he immediately focuses in on her eyes, which look rather strange - but it could be normal. Who knows where she was from and if it was a normal appearance for her?

"Just as I thought," he bellows out in a conversational tone, even offering a smirk of sorts towards her. There's another downward glance at the tray and the slop on it. "I'm sure I can get by the taste - in time."

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

"There's not much else to eat," Toph said, placing her own tray - which had been forgotten in her whole what-the-heck-is-this-guy train of thought. "So we all get used to it."

She grinned a cock-sure grin. Thrall certainly wasn't scaring her. "So. Are you new?"