Day 33: Lunch

[tsunagari]

There was a knot in Sai's stomach as he was led back inside to the cafeteria. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he tried to ignore it. What was it? Was he actually uncomfortable with his decision? He couldn't afford to be. This alliance with Itachi was crucial, and he'd just have to try and make sure the others saw it that way

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[remedying]

[this space reserved :c]

Ah, finally, out of the greenhouse. Yukari could only do something like that for so long, especially when the company you had was... pretty weird. There was something about that girl that left an off feeling in her, even if the stranger looked dazed for the most part.

Oh well, no use pondering it so much when it didn't matter in the end. After entering the cafeteria and getting whatever looked good (and hoped it tasted just the same), Yukari sat down at whatever empty seat looked best and began with her food.

[inb4crazy]

As soon as Mion entered the lunchroom, she did a quick survey to see if she could spot anyone with green hair like hers. Of course, she didn't find anything, and the rumbling in her stomach soon made her give up the search - for the moment. Either way, she still wasn't in the best of shape. Who would be, knowing either they were going crazy, or that there was some... copy of her running around?

Her meeting with Archer had, at least, calmed her down some. Enough so that she felt she was mostly normal.

"Ah, food, right..." Mion looked over her meal and couldn't help but grin a little. At least the food here was always good, and that... was something. With that in mind, she sat down at a random spot and almost began to eat, when she noticed who was across from her. "... Yukari?"

[remedying]

-- Oh, it was that girl she talked to when she first woke up here. Yukari was surprised to see her again, if only because it had been quite a few days since. She had even remembered her name?

With a small nod, Yukari countered, "Mion, right?" It wasn't hard to remember, it was a fairly simple name.

[inb4crazy]

"Ah, yeah, that's right," Mion nodded and offered the other girl a grin. It had been a few days since she'd seen her, after all, but at least... something. Mion really should have figured not to try to think too hard about things by now, else the day would just keep getting longer and longer and longer. "So... how's this place been treating you so far?"

[officer_leon]

[for Diva!]

Leon picked up a tray, not especially thrilled with the lunch selection for the day. He'd never really liked fish. He found an empty table, and started absently munching on french fries, musing over what little information he'd gotten from Javert. The experiment that he'd undergone didn't sound too horrific, but there had to be lingering side effects. Maybe they were testing some kind of viruses on the patients? That fit in with his theory that Umbrella was connected to this place, even if it was indirectly.

He continued looking blankly at the table, apparently unaware of his surroundings. In truth, though, he was listening for the sound of anyone approaching. He didn't want to be taken off guard.

[roses_bleues]

Something wasn't right here.

On its own, the statement meant little, because Diva knew well that a lot of somethings weren't right here. However, her Chevaliers weren't just something. Her blood wasn't just something.

It was everything. It made life and took it away. So...

So the Chiropteran was in a disgruntled state of mind when she came to the cafeteria. She wanted away from the failure, but now in the sea of edible bodies, she wanted to go back and kill it. Hurt it. Why had she come here?

Diva sighed and stopped suddenly, paying little attention to her surroundings. She idly smoothed a length of hair between her fingers, bringing it closer to her face. She still smelled like blue roses. She was still Diva.

[officer_leon]

Leon glanced up when he heard someone walk past his table and then stop. "Diva?" he said, less a confirmation of her identity and more a gentle attempt at getting her attention. She looked a bit unhappy, and more than a little out of it. "Are you all right?" She looked so damn confused, and lost. Hopefully the information Leon had found would help, if only a little. "Do you want to sit down?"

[roses_bleues]

Familiar blood was calling her name, though Diva was in no mood to play the good doll and act like she couldn't rip a human in two without effort. They had put her in the Zoo, they had chased her and tried to kill her all this time, they had put her here, they'd taken her babies away.

They did everything to make her unhappy. She'd never understood what was so unforgivable about that.

Diva dropped the hair in her grasp, letting it fall back to its place over her shoulder. "Are you talking to me?" she asked pointedly, flicking her gaze to the man without actually turning her head. Oh, she'd heard everything he'd said, but that only meant she had to pose the test. To be treated as less than she was would do no good to her patience.

[longlivetehking]

[Free!]

Even the fish were beyond recognizable...

Before acquiring his meal, he had good hopes of at least eating something he liked. Those same hopes instantly sank through the floor as soon as he lay eyes on what was supposed to be called 'fish'. Making a face, he carried his plate towards an empty seat.

These humans had remarkably talent for ruining an otherwise perfectly fine meal, Scar thought as he glared at the offensive excuse of a fish. Why did they insist on heating everything?! Didn't they ever hear of 'eating things raw'? Apparently not...

With a sigh, he began scraping away the breading with his fork.

[empty_death]

(I like free things! Are this okay?)

Faust had enjoyed his talk with the man outside, only realizing as he was led away by the nurse that he had failed to get his name. How rude he was, to not remember to offer his own. perhaps he would see him again and they could talk.

For now, food seemed to be on the agenda, something he wasn't overly fond of, but it seemed to make the staff happy and he was in a decent mood, so, why not? The fish looked fine, though he wasn't fond of breading the meat, and a salad would do wonders to improve his mood. Picking a seat next to a gentleman who looked close enough to his own age, he sat down with a small smile.

[longlivetehking]

After he had scraped away the breading, Scar at least tasted something remotely similar to fish. It was different than he was used to, but at least not ridiculously sweet as some of the other meals these humans liked to serve.

His green eyes glanced up as a man took the seat next to him. "Good afternoon." he greeted politely.

[empty_death]

"Hello," Faust responded to the polite greeting. "I hope you don't mind me joining you."

He found he had less chance of ... upsetting people that were closer to him in age. He looked down at his food and started in on the salad, choosing food over conversation for the moment. Now that he was eating, he found he was actually rather hungry.

[0bnoxious]

[Also free!]

Finally relieved from that annoying maggot.

Albel entered the cafeteria with an even worse mood than he had left with this morning. Thankfully the place wasn't too crowded yet, which allowed the Elicoorian to pick a secluded seat away from the other scum. He didn't feel like getting bored by anyone right now. Not that anyone ever took that into consideration...

Occasionally, he'd glance around the area to see if a certain blue-haired worm had entered. He had failed to spot him on the Recreational Field, but he knew that could have any sort of reason. But considering most of the scum was usually in one place during meals, he figured he'd see the meddling idiot soon enough. Not that he intended on approaching him during the day (those stupid wenches would interfere anyway), but at least he'd be sure he was still present. It wouldn't do to try and maim someone when the maggot was no longer here.

[misterprince]

Sanji was yawning as he was led through the lunch line. (Fried fish again? Why did they insist on cooking fish this way?) The day so far had been rather uneventful, and the most he had to look forward to was the bulletin post Nami planned to put up. All in all, he envisioned things being pretty crappy up until night came. Was it sad that he was looking forward to the monsters? He could really go for kicking the shit out of one right now.

He didn't even pay much attention to where he was going as the nurse then proceeded to help him find a seat. Oh, he expected to be taken to someone sitting alone. They apparently had issues with that here. What he didn't expect was to recognize the person when he finally got himself situated.

"You're still alive?" he growled.

[0bnoxious]

When it weren't the stupid patients that approached him, you could always rely on the wenches to make sure someone would nag the shit out of him. Albel's eyes narrowed as he recognized the maggot they brought along for aforementioned nagging.

The warrior had fought him a few nights ago. Though the fight had been entertaining enough, some ugly nightshift nurse had to interfere. Which the maggot had tried to protect, even. Foolish idiot...

"No, worm. This is just my corpse sitting here having lunch." Albel snarled. "Of course I'm still alive or I wouldn't be sitting here, you dumb maggot! If you can't do anything but ask stupid questions, just shut the hell up."

[misterprince]

"It was rhetorical, you little shit." The reply was practically off hand, and Sanji decided his lunch was suddenly far more interesting than his company. The one-armed man would be ignored unless he kept talking, which was very probable. It wasn't like the chef had anything better to do than converse, Albel just wasn't someone worth conversing with.

Not to mention he really needed to expand his vocabulary.

[jingledoughnut]

[Waiting for Armand?]

Esmeralda wasn't quite sure what to make of the... fish here. Or these "chips." She stared at the plate intently as she waited for that Armand to find her, nibbling on the vegetables as she considered eating what they put in front of her.

It wasn't going to kill her, that she was sure of. Maybe just a little bit of the... whatever coated fish. Was it breadcrumbs?

...whatever it was, it was delicious. It was like heaven on a plate. Why did the food here have to be so good?!

So the gypsy ate to herself in bliss, even leaning back in her chair to enjoy it. Maybe she should try making it herself once she got back. Phoebus, Quasi, and Djali would like it, she thought.

[secret_orchard]

[Badou is also coming. Yay!]Talking to M. Edgeworth had eased much of Armand's tensions. Even if he couldn't confide in the man fully. Even if they were all still trapped here. He had eaten very well at breakfast, so turned down the sad excuse for fish and potatoes and filled up a plate with vegetables and salad. He also poured himself a cup of water. It was hotter outside than he'd realized. The difference was only noticeable when he came back inside where it was cooler

[cigarettes_plz]

It was almost blissful to get out of the sun even if he hadn't really been out that long. His skin felt a bit hot, and he imagined it was at least a little pink from sunburn. Just what he needed to improve his looks.

He was hit with the smell of fish once he entered the cafeteria, and he bypassed the serving table entirely. It made his stomach turn. He'd had a big breakfast, and what was left of it protested strongly against fish for lunch. He hated fish...Unlike the woman a couple of steps away who looked like she was having a foodgasm.

"Wow, is this stuff really that good?" Badou leaned over the back of her chair and swiped a couple of fries. As he did, he noticed the guy standing across the table...probably introducing himself. Should he be saying something? Had he just scandalized another woman? He raised the hand that wasn't full of fries and flashed the guy a peace sign. "Don't mind me. I'm here for the food."

[jingledoughnut]

Oh, there he was. Esmeralda put her fork down and gave Armand a nice smile to go with the rest of her that she could probably figure he was ogling. "Not at all," she said, and motioned her hand for him to sit down.

And then there was that hand that flew right over her shoulder.

"Hey!" Out of instinct, Esmeralda's first reaction was to slap at the offender's hand. Hey, it wasn't her fault--anytime someone would sneak up on her, it was to either grope, attack, or arrest her. It wasn't even about the fries, really; it was more to do with the fact that she didn't enjoy hands that close to her breasts, whether intentional or not.

Once she realized what the situation was about, she turned her head upwards and narrowed her eyes. "You could have asked, you know."