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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.

[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?"

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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?"

[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?"