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[prettycoolguy]

Everybody has to eat, even super serious Spartan-II's.

The Chief's in the mess hall, sitting by himself and working his way through a ration of tasteless nutrient mush while working on something on his omnicomm. The Chief's never been one to really take refuge in the sensoriums to make food taste better, he's gotten used to it and doesn't even think about it much.

He's not unaware of what's going on around him, but he has most of the comings and goings of the room basically tuned out.

This means someone should bother him, y/n?

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[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"That's impressive," said Ben gloomily, sliding into a seat across from the man.

[prettycoolguy]

"What is?"

The Chief looks up from his work at the kid. Well, not a young kid, but definitely a kid. He's a new face. Most likely from the latest pod release, the Chief decides.

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"The way you're plowing through that goo," he sighed.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief's not a very expressive guy, but he quirks an eyebrow a little as he swallows.

"Gotta eat something," he replies.

"Helps if you don't think about it," he adds after a second.

[whitefireshot.livejournal.com]

Aine didn't have anything against tasteless nutrient mush. It was actually a step above what Grey Arthur created with supplies. It was amazing how badly the guy cooked, he managed to put the worst aftertaste in any food he created. She picked a table, not exactly checking to see who was sitting there before she sat down.

She smiled at the man she sat with, eying the work he was doing, "Recreational or Functional?"

[prettycoolguy]

"Functional," the Chief replies, sparing an upward glance. "Combat training plans."

It gets more and more complicated the more people are involved, and keeping it safe is a challenge. Even with the sensoriums altered to prevent people from hurting themselves and each other, it's best to arrange things to avoid them having to.

[whitefireshot.livejournal.com]

"Armed, Unarmed, or Vehicle?" Aine asked, she was interested to see what designed training there was. All she had was her training routine in the Sensorium, and that really felt underwhelming to her. Quietly working at her 'food' while she asked. She had been working on armed combat, she had no idea what to do for unarmed training just yet. Vehicle... she didn't know the vehicles she had to work with, so she hadn't put much work into training for that.

[prettycoolguy]

"Mostly armed. A good percentage of the crew needs training on projectile weapons, and we need to reach a better level of organization before we start work on vehicles," he replies.

He can only imagine the craziness that would be unleashed if they tried doing any complex maneuvers now.

[eswat-109.livejournal.com]

"Hey, what's up?" Deunan dropped into the seat across from the Chief. People shouldn't read at the table. It was rude. (Interrupting people was also rude, but Deunan and self-awareness were not well-acquainted.)

After she'd realized she probably wasn't going to be attacked from the shadows, Deunan had swapped around how she carried her weapons so it looked less like she was ready to instantly jump into a fight. Of course, she was ready to instantly jump into a fight, but she was being diplomatic. Or something.

The upshot was that while she was still openly carrying her enormous combat knife--one could be forgiven for mistaking the thing for a short sword--it was slung across her back instead of over her shoulder and down her collarbone in a quick-draw sheath. Deunan had a lot of strengths, but subtle understatement was not among them.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief glances up from his comm. "Working," he replies with a slight shrug of his left shoulder. "Nothing interesting."

He too would be pretty well prepared if something suddenly jumped out of the shadows. His helmet's sitting at his right elbow on the table in easy reach, and his rifle and sidearm are as ever hooked in their rightful places on the armor on his back and thigh. The Chief's determined, however, that the mess hall's unlikely to yield any surprise attacks.

power armor buddies y/n? XD

[eswat-109.livejournal.com]

"Then you should talk to me!" Now that she'd adjusted somewhat, Deunan's fundamentally cheerful personality was reasserting itself. Cheerful, and at times, incredibly annoying.

Like the Chief, she ate the nutrient sludge because one had to, and when the decision was between the Sensoriums and eating alone, and the mess hall and likely finding company, she came down on the side of socializing over taste.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

There's a sound, Mei-Xing sitting down at the table. She stares at the glop. It seems to stare back, there's two odd lumps that look almost like a pair of eyes. Wordlessly, she picks up her eating utensil and stirs the glop around. She gathers up a scoop of it and sniffs carefully. One of the 'eye' bubbles pop, specking her face with flecks of goo.

She gives the Chief a pitiful look and lets out a broken little whimper. Someone's having a hard time adjusting.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief looks up from his work at the sound. "Something wrong?" he asks. He has a feeling, though, he knows what it is.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

She stares at him, unfazed by the scars and his bulk, and then stares back at her food. And then back at him. Her eyes are large and watery, and her lower lip sticks out, trembling. "This is food?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

If eating wasn't necessary to live, Samus would probably never do it. It was a daily routine that took valuable time away. She gladly ate the mush quickly if it meant she should get back to work. With the meal in hand, she goes to find a table to eat quickly, but on her way she spots something (or rather someone) that would let her take care of some business.

"Chief," she takes a seat across from him. She clearly isn't here to chit-chat.

[prettycoolguy]

"Samus," he replies.

Which translates, of course, as 'what do you want, it'd better be important'.
Samus is as unconversational as he is. They speak the same language.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Spacewalk," It's amazing how easily she communicates with so few words. She wants to know what he knew about it before, what he heard about it afterward, and what he thinks now. She's prepared to fill the blanks for him if necessary.

[governorkang]

Kang had been meaning to bother Master Chief, so when he saw the man in the mess hall, he moved over with his tray of slop to sit down across from him. "I had a favor to ask, if you have a moment."

[prettycoolguy]

"Sure." The Chief sets the omnicomm aside, eyeing Kang.

He has his attention.

[governorkang]

"You offered gun training; I'd like to take you up on it. That whole Nightmare King situation made me realize how badly I needed to learn how to use one," Kang shrugged, picking at his food.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean tried the Sensoriums approach, but as much as he missed a good burger. Well, it wasn't reality. It didn't really count. So except for rare real food, it was the slop in the mess or nothing.

"Man, they can't even give us some condiments to try to get some kind of flavor out of this crap," he commented in passing by Cheif's table, and then noted the work with interest.

"Something new for us to worry about?"

[prettycoolguy]

"You'll see it when I'm done with it," the Chief replies. Since his conversation with Ben and the group he was with on the obs deck after the last pod release, he's decided it's time someone compile what they know so far and get it out there. Word of mouth helps, but information gets garbled.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Mind if I sit?" He vaguely seen the guy around, but they hadn't really talked. He hadn't met much with Security since Leon let him sign on.

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

To Shepard, the large public mess hall almost felt like being back at Basic. Only instead of hundreds of young adults scarfing down food in under 5 minutes, you had a mere hundred people of various ages and races all rather hesitant on even looking at their food, much less eating it. the Spectre couldn't blame them. She didn't even know what to make of the dull gray mush she was given, nor the 'tray' or 'spoon' that came with it.

Shepard was hungry however, starving even and that always kicked out any reluctance to try something new. She made her way across the mess hall, finding a new quiet spot to eat, when her came upon the seven foot monstrosity sitting nearby. Shepard knew she pretty tall for most women amongst the ship, but seeing such burly man kinda stuck you out amongst a crowd and there's been only one person that the Commander knew so far who was just that big.

She approached the Spartan's table, still being different amongst most of the crew as she continued to wear her white combat suit instead of a plant-suit that Stacy had given everyone.

She stood across from john with her arms lazily holding her 'tray'. "You're the chief, right? Mind if I sit with you?"

[prettycoolguy]

"Yes. And go ahead," the Chief replies, glancing up from his omnicomm briefly. It's the woman from the obs deck again. Shepard, he remembers.