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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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[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?"

[prettycoolguy]

He takes another mouthful. Swallows.

"Allegedly."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

The horror grows on her face as she watches him eat the slop. She looks at the scoop still on her spoon-thing, closes her eyes, slips it in, and swallows. She shudders.

"My life is officially hell. I am dead and I'm being punished for my sinful ways."

[prettycoolguy]

"It's not that bad," the Chief replies. "And some of us've been running on it for over six months. If it was going to kill us, it would've by now."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"Unless we're already dead and can't die again," is her mournful response. She sighs, lifting another scoop of slop. "I suppose I can't complain. I've had worse."

Still, this was pretty bad. "I want soykaf and dim sum."

[prettycoolguy]

"Stacy lets some real food go in the crew lounge sometimes, but we're on limited supply," he offers.

"And last time there was a big party, there was cooking."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"So, in the meantime, we get stuck with slop." She makes a face and stirs it again. "Where's it come from?"

[prettycoolguy]

"She makes it. Supposed to be full of vitamins and all that crap."

And yep, still eating it.