Day 59: Cafeteria (noon)

[immortale]

By the time lunch rolled around, things still weren't getting any better. The voices hadn't gone away; instead, Firo was pretty sure they were getting more frequent. Ennis had been silent since last night, but Czes's voice had been an insistent buzz in his ear all morning

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[requitedfate]

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Okay, this was getting ridiculous. Harvey had said it wasn't likely to last long, but seeing that they were given rotten food again today made Shiina question that line of thinking. What if they really were going to starve them? Or else were planning to see just how far a captive here was willing to go to survive. If they forced rotten food on her for dinner and kept up with it into tomorrow... Well, she had allowed herself to taste worse things than just a little spoiled food. Though it didn't help that the slop they were issued looked more like throw-up in its rotten form.

Shiina wasn't too particular about who she sat by as long as they weren't Shou. She could see him already seated across the way, so as long as he didn't decide to uproot himself she was probably safe. His tone on the bulletin indicated that he was busy anyway. Too busy for her and her "nagging."

As long as she knew he was safe then that really shouldn't matter. She could just causally take a seat that allowed for her to keep an eye on him...

The perfect vantage point happened to be at a table that was already occupied, but at least it the man seemed to be someone that wasn't bent on disgusting her by consuming the mass of hideous goo the institute called lunch. She placed her own tray to the side, away from both of them, and gave the young man across the table and nod of greeting.

"Please excuse my intru-kgh!" Shiina's hand shot up to cover her mouth and nose, barely keeping control over her gag reflex. It seemed she had underestimated the strength of the odor coming from all the molding, curdling food around her. At least she had managed to hold in what she may have left over from yesterday's meals. That would not have been the best first impression to make on, or upon, anyone.

[touchedgod]

Some sort of reassurance was just on the tip of Billy's tongue. He hadn't decided yet if he was going to reflect her formality back, or flippantly tell her there was nothing to intrude on. The idea was ruined, the food apparently being too much for her. Billy hurriedly reached out, not for the woman, but for her tray. He pulled it away ans, along with his, banished them with a quick shove several feet further down the table. He shot a resentful glare over the woman's shoulder at some soldier in the distance, who saw the look but quite plainly didn't care. That almost irritated Billy more than the decaying food.

"God. You alright?" Equal parts tired and on edge, but there was enough energy to respond to someone a little worse off than him in the endurance department. The smell wasn't the worst he had faced. The strangest things became the most useful.

He finally got a good look at her, now that he was a little less preoccupied by the threat of her vomiting. She was a pretty young asian woman, younger than he had assumed at first, he realized. Billy found himself oddly surprised. His life had been largely devoid of teenagers since he had stopped being one, considering that the museum attracted mostly the very young or the respectably middle-aged. There was no pattern to the unwilling cadets he saw around him, though. Women, men, children, adults. Not many very old, he had noted, but a few who were shocking young. And some of those people were still eating their food, he saw, although their servings looked no more appetizing. He wouldn't point that out to the girl.

"Take a drink. The water's probably alright," he offered, lacking any better advice.

[requitedfate]

Wow, that was embarrassing. Shiina quickly tried to wave off his question, giving a very weak chuckle, but that almost set her off again. Was she going to be able to hold a natural conversation with this man?

His advice was better than just attempting to hold back gags. She grabbed up her glass and attempted a small sip. Doing her best to breath through her mouth, she shakily waited a moment before taking another cautionary sip. The taste of clean water was refreshing, and if she could just not look at those disgusting blobs in their trays she could probably make it through this. Thankfully, the man had the foresight to shove them out of their line of vision.

She offered the man a thankful smile, carefully placing the cup down on the table. "Thank you. I'm sorry you had to see that."

Again, a foreigner. American, maybe? She was pretty bad at picking out nationalities from westerners, but she supposed one guess was as good as any other. Everyone at least spoke Japanese here.

Shiina attempted another friendly conversation starter, hoping to draw away from the awkwardness they had just experienced. "Ah, I was told that this rotten food thing wasn't likely to be permanent, but I wonder..."

[touchedgod]

"It's alright," he assured her. How polite, apologizing for being disgusted by rotting food. He wouldn't have, unless it had gotten to the point of actually getting sick in front of someone. Then he supposed his embarrassment would have demanded a couple half-hearted apologies. But really, who could be blamed when it came to this writhing mass of half-living food? "I'm right there with you, to be honest." Was that comforting or just unpleasant, being informed that your tablemate also felt nauseous? Billy moved on, sweeping past the discussion of their own roiling stomachs.

"Don't know." He scratched his neck, and risked a glance at his food. He was betting on more maggots, if he dared to look closer. "It's all I've ever seen here. It can't be all the food that's turned, though." He couldn't handle looking at other people eating, though, so he just left that assumption on good faith. His peripheral vision confirmed some of it.