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Settling In and discovering the, um,food (Giles,open)

Giles poked and prodded the glop he was apparently expected to consume as food. He had a natural distrust of unfamiliar things like this, memories of the incident where they'd learned Riley was getting drugged food from the Initiative filtered into his mind. And anyway, it was terribly unappealing. He wondered if this place even had a decent tea anywhere.

He was amazed at the array of beings already here, and he was always discovering someone or something new and strange. There were human sized creatures with spikes, possibly hedgehogs, like something out of one of those videogames the kids always played. There were robots or cyborgs. There were many who appeared human but with certain differences from anyone he'd ever seen. There was a hawk a short distance down the table, making annoyed noises as it tried to scoop up beakfuls of the stuff. There were also strange, centaur-like creatures that Giles would have sworn were demons back in his world. They didn't even have mouths and apparently ate by dipping their hooves in the substance.

There was a man Giles had been certain was Angel, but he'd explained he was FBI Agent Seeley Booth. Xander and Buffy had both apparently made the same mistake, according to the man. It was remarkable how two men could look so much alike.

"I hope this substance is safe, whatever it is."

"Well, there isn't much choice in the matter" Booth replied. "We complain all the time, but Stacy doesn't really care."

< Try having to eat it this way. >

"Who said that?"

< Me, the bird. It's a long story. Just say that I'm more complicated than I look. Anyway, consider yourself fortunate. At least you have hands to hold a spoon.>

"I suppose so. I hope there is at least some tea somewhere."

"Possibly. Never really cared for the stuff myself. I'm a coffee man. They do have it, so there might be some around."

Giles glanced around, wondering if any of his friends would come in soon. If not, he planned on looking for them later, to further discuss that meeting idea of Buffy's.

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She didn't care what Bobby and Jono said. This stuff? Was not food. No. It wasn't. And she'd eaten Wolverine's bean and coffee "soup". Not willingly, of course - no one did that - but she had.

Jubilee bemoaned her lack of Twinkies. No Twinkies, no gum... Officially, this place was hell.

And she'd been there once.

Looking around for a place to sit, Jubilee finally found one. Guy looked like a librarian. That couldn't hurt, right? "Umm, ya mind if I pop a squat dude?" Jubilee asked.

"I've no objection" Giles replied.

"Your expression tells me I'm not the only one who doesn't find this at all appealing." He nodded at the...stuff." He almost wished he could get Willow here to analyze the stuff like she'd done with Ted the robot's cookies. It was impossible to tell at this moment precisely what it contained.

Jubilee wished she dared flop, unfortunately, the food looked like it would eat her face if she tried.

Alternate dimensions: It could happen.

"Well, no, not really." She prodded it with a spoon. "I mean, I've totally eaten some weird things before, a few on bets or dares, but I'm pretty sure none of them looked like one of Hank's experiments gone wrong."

She looked up at him. "I'm Jubilee by the way."

Giles thought it looked like something out of a demon,or something that *was* a demon of some kind, but he didn't say it aloud, of course. "I find it hard not to question certain things,like what it's comprised of, when I haven't any idea what might be going on behind the scenes." he said. "But I suppose it's safe,my colleagues have apparently been here for some time and they're doing fine. I just hope there's a decent cup of tea to be found around here someplace." he said.

"Rupert Giles." he replied.

Jubilee wrinkled her nose. "I think the old saying of really not wanting to know totally applies here." She admitted, still prodding it with her spoon. She snorted. "Bobby's been eating it too, but his diet was totally worse than mine back home. Granted, he understands that Twinkies are a food group, but still. At least Bets and Wolvie made me eat a salad every once in a while."

She wondered if he realised he sounded like the Prof.

"That's quite possible, actually." Giles was beginning to believe that was most likely true. He probably didn't want to know.

"I gather it's quite typical of young people. I'm familiar with someone like that." he said. Xander was most definitely that way with Twinkies.

Jubilee laughed. "It's also a hazard of the day job." She said dryly. She prodded the glop a bit more. "Sometimes, we just didn't have time to eat. Anything we could grab on the run." She shrugged. Or that they could steal. She'd fed herself that way more than once.

She watched him for a moment. "If you don't mind me asking, just what did you do back home?" He looked like a librarian.

"Yes, I'm quite familiar with that sort of thing." He'd lost count of the number of mornings spent entrenched in research while eating donuts. And the number of times he'd complained about whoever had eaten the last of the jellies.

"Well, for a time, I was a school librarian...later, I was a shop owner of sorts." This was rather delicate. He couldn't just say what he really did, obviously. "There were other things, but I'm not totally at liberty to speak too much. It's rather complicated, but suffice to say my colleagues and I battled evil." That was likely safe, there seemed to be many on this ship who were warriors or fighters of evil in one form or another It was one of the things many of them had in common.

"Evil huh?" Jubilee finally took a tentative bite. "Evil like giant robots? Or like people who didn't follow the norm?" She asked, watching the guy across the way.

She shrugged. "You could say I was into that sorta thing back home, too." Jubilee admitted.

"Hey, mind if I sit?" asked the blond woman with the pistol and the knife that practically qualified as a short sword slung over her shoulder and down along her collarbone.

Deunan didn't wait for an answer and plopped down across from Giles, starting to eat immediately, with no signs of disgust. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad, either. When you were in the field, you ate what you could get.

The stoic attitude would probably last another day, day and a half.

"No, go ahead, it's..." but she sat down as he was talking. "...fine." he finished with a bit of a sigh.

He studied her, noting the weaponry and the obvious indicators of a soldier of some type. Not terribly unlike a slayer might be in his world, but there was no way she would submit, as the Council usually required,to taking orders and such. He could tell it immediately. Rather like Buffy, he thought.

At least, he reasoned, he was getting acquainted with some of the people he was apparently going to be living with, at least until something changed. He wondered if it would, if it still could. Was everything he knew,except the people with him and those possibly still in the pods, really gone?

"British?" Deunan asked. She herself was quite obviously American--if the accent didn't give it away, the manners sure did.

"Or...are you from Jupiter or Oz or something and your accent just sounds British?" The question was asked amiably enough, even if the phrasing left something to be desired. Having accepted the 'multiple universes' explanation in lieu of anything more convincing being proposed, Deunan was now quite cheerful about it. It wasn't as though being from Wonderland or Star Trek really meant anything with everyone stuck in the same ridiculous situation.

"Yes, I am" he replied. "Somehow I've managed to avoid my accent fading during my years in the States. It's slightly surprising,really,when I think about it. People do tend to pick up manners of speech from where they're living, usually." he said. He'd noticed on the rare occasions he spoke with Wesley that the other Englishman's accent was less noticeable, but his had remained strong.

He did catch on that she was American. He'd spent enough time in Sunnydale to pick up on it quickly.

At least she seemed a bit more mundane, as it were, than some of the others on board. He knew how radically different other dimensions and worlds could be, and wondered to himself how,with so many different races,cultures and backgrounds,that everyone managed to keep a relative peace here.

Deunan herself was reasonably mundane. She was just dating a cyborg, whom she had left happily reading about quantum physics, or maybe regular physics. Some kind of physics, anyway.

"Trying to keep a bit of home, maybe? I get that," Deunan said, taking another bite of sludge.

Komali poked his beak over the edge of the table and surveyed Giles like he might suddenly unfold a few extra heads and begin attacking. Enormous red eyes, just...watched him, and after a long, awkward, measuring silence, the young Rito stre~etched up and sat his tray on the table, clambering onto the bench beside him.

"Hi, I'm Komali," he said and broke off a bit of the tray to scoop up the goop in. Komali regarded the bite with a sigh before eating it, and made a face at the taste, "I wish this was fish."

He watched, perplexed by the being. "I would be pleased with anything with a bit more taste." he replied.

"What...sort of creature might you be?" he asked.

"I'm a Rito!" He replied cheerfully, once the next bite had been dealt with.

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