Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.


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[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Getting hungry, Ronon decides to head over to the tables to see what's being served. Looks like everyone's got the same thing.

"That's our food?"

[whyarewehere]

"Yeah, it is. Unless someone in the kitchen's really confused," Grif says, giving his tray a second resentful scowl.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

". . ."

Ronon looked to where the food was being dished out, then to some of the people slowly eating it with grimaces all over their faces, then finally back to Grif's dish.

"I guess we don't have a choice." Resigned, Ronon grabs himself a tray and seats himself across from Grif.

"Have you tried it yet?"

[whyarewehere]

"Yeah," says Grif. He takes a bite of it and swallows it with a wince. "It's cold. And it doesn't really have a flavor it's like... Something congealed." The truly unpleasant thing is the way it looks, and the way it feels as it goes down.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon looks at his food. It can't be that bad... he thinks to himself, but boy was he in for a surprise. He grabs the utensil he got for himself and scoops some of his slop up, then he shoves it into his mouth.

Ronon's face drops. He never ever had to eat anything quite like this before and he's eaten a lot of questionable things in his lifetime, being forced to survive in the wilds and what-not.

Eventually he brings himself to force it down. That was just as disgusting. "What's with this stuff!?" If it were possible, Ronon would never eat the slop again.

[whyarewehere]

"I don't know. But it doesn't seem to be killing anybody, and I'm hungry."

Grif is a sad, sad man. He's used to a diet of really crappy army rations, ketchup and other semi-liquids that is only occasionally supplemented by things like Oreos and honest junk food.

"But it is worse than prison food. I'm not even kidding."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Eating prison food for the rest of your life isn't as bad as having to eat this once."

Ronon shook his head ruefully - he was hungry too. Maybe 4 years of excellent mess hall food on Atlantis had spoiled him. Still, he needs to eat so, forcing himself to eat, it is.

"So what did you have to go to prison for?" Ronon figures small talk could prove a useful distraction as he continues on eating.. this... slop.

[whyarewehere]

"Well, maybe not for the rest of your life. I'd seriously miss pizza," muses Grif. Food is one of the few things that provides him with comfort in the stupid canyon. The good stuff usually doesn't last long, but it makes life bearable.

"Wrong place, wrong time. Pretty much. I was in for a long time too, man. Hardest day of my life."

And yes. He's serious. In Grif's eyes, one day is "hard time".

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? What did they make you do in there?" It must have been some harsh prison if one day was too much for a person.

Ronon wished he had some salt with him, or something, for his food that he was slowly going through.

[whyarewehere]

"They stuck me in a cell with this one annoying Blue guy. And it turns out he had a bomb inside him. That was fun."

Grif rolls his eyes at the memory. "And this guy named Wyoming like wanted to kill us or something, I don't really remember because that was the day I got blown 800 years into the future. But it sucked."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"You were in a cell with a guy who had a bomb inside him?" Talk about bad. Ronon couldn't help but recall an incident involving tumor bombs and Dr Beckett. "Did you get the bomb out? Was it the Wyoming person who put him in there with you?"

That's some story there and the type of story Ronon likes hearing about -- but wait! "800 years into the future?!"