You have to eat sometime. [Open, During Rebellion.]

[bequiet_hescreamed]

It takes some nerve to stop in the middle of a battle and think, "I'm hungry. I wonder which side is controlling the mess hall at the moment?" and decide that it's worth the risk to go find out. That's exactly what happened here and - fortunately - at the time Clef went to check, the Mess Hall was in fact a neutral zone. Which is to say that no one had thought it strategically important because the food was that bad.

Well, now it was being occupied by the crew. That is, by Clef. Who was sitting at one of the few still-upright tables and eating some grey mush like it was just a normal day. Occasionally some fighters on either side would run through and occasionally pause to go what the fuck? at him, but since nobody had pointed a gun at him yet he so far considered Mission: Get Some Lunch a success. Contrary to all appearances, however, he was quite ready in the event that circumstances should change.

[ooc: Put up a post so there could be multiple threads. Feel free to have a fighty thread in here! I think that would be awesome.

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[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock was one of those people hurled through the doors, literally thrown by one of the Kessek. His quest to get from the Sensoriums down to Medbay where John was so far hadn't been the most fruitful.

This probably had to do with the fact that he was just a normal human trying to get past bipedal tanks.

"I don't suppose--" Sherlock grunted out to Clef, trying to get to his feet, as the Kessek that had thrown him stormed into the room "--that you're one of those individuals with ridiculous powers who happens to be the type of person that's inclined to use them when someone else is in distress, are you?"

at some point after Sherlock has been sorted out

[forging_on]

Presea had gotten caught up in one of the many small skirmishes that plagued the corridors, and found herself separated from Fuu and Clef again. She wasn't so much headed for the mess hall as she stumbled into it, hoping for a moment's break from the fighting.

And there she found the man she had been looking for, calm as ever, eating lunch. She wasn't sure whether to hang him up by his toes or join him.

Well, one could lead to the other, so she made her way over to him, absently scrubbing at a couple of superficial cuts and bruises.

"It's quite possibly the end of our overlords, and you're eating gruel," she said, lifting one eyebrow.

[anwei]

Anwei was grinning, teeth bright in a blackened, swollen face. The blackening was some sort of paint, smeared on her skin and plantsuit; the swelling gave half her face the look of a chubby-cheeked, hungry baby. She wasn't wearing her armored jacket, she was carrying it under her arm, wrapped around something.

"Hello, Clef!" she sang almost, feet light as she dashed into the room and looked around. "Do you know where I could find some seal-film?"