Ellie was seated in the dining room, in front of her a plate piled high with vegetables and steak. Both things she'd seriously missed in the past year. Despite everything, she rather enjoyed eating her fill. Again, something she hadn't much of a chance to do since the invasion
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He turned to go check in the bar when he caught sight of a girl sitting before a heaping plate of food. From the looks of her, she could use it. And probably a couple more plates just like it. He approached slowly as she shoveled in the food like she was starving.
"Well, I see someone likes her veggies."
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"I...uhhh...yeah." She forced herself to calm down, "haven't had much of a chance to eat them lately. I've missed them." She put her fork down with a longing look at the plate before her attention drifted to the man infront of her. "Ambe-" habit made her begin with her assumed name, "sorry, Ellie Linton." She offered her hand.
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"Jack O'Neill," he said, briefly shaking her hand. He took a seat across the table from her and waved his hand at her plate. "Please, don't let me interrupt. I'm just wandering around, being nosy."
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He also knew it wasn't just the physical craving for food, but a psychological fear of having it taken away as well.
"The food's not going anywhere," he assured her. "In fact, as far as I can tell it's here in large quantities twenty-four hours a day."
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"Now me, I was planning on going fishing," Jack said, trying to keep the conversation light and non-threatening. "Sadly, there appears to be a distinct lack of fish in this place."
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"No soldiers, it can't be too bad here."
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"Where exactly are you from, Ellie?"
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A small blink and a shrug, "Australia. Everyone here tells me there wasn't a War, that doesn't bring my friends back though." And Ellie desperately wished it did.
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"You're right, though, it doesn't help your friends. Sorry about that."
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"Thank you."
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"I'm not good at explaining this kind of thing, but there's a whole bunch of different realities that all kind of run parallel to each other. Each one has its own version of Earth. Some of the Earths are very similar and some are very different." Jack shrugged; that was about the extent of his ability to explain.
"If it helps any, on my version of Earth you and your friends are probably living normal teenage lives."
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