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[teenguerrilla]

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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[thors_fav]

Jack wandered into the dining room looking for something to nibble on. It didn't have to be particularly nutritious, just edible. Something salty would be good. And crunchy. Huh. That sounded like pretzels to him, and where did one find junk food in this place?

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."

[teenguerrilla]

Ellie nearly jumped when the man talked, strangers were still making her jump and she had to convince herself she wasn't a wanted guerrilla here. No-one was going to kill her. She hoped.

"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.

[thors_fav]

She was a twitchy one. And she'd obviously switched in the middle of telling him her name. From real name to fake or fake to real? And what was it with this hotel and its penchant for people with 'interesting' pasts?

"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."

[teenguerrilla]

"Nice to meet you." Ellie looked rather pleased that Jack didn't mind her eating whilst they talked, and shoveled a forkful of peas into her mouth, swallowing before she talked again. "Sorry, I'd only had one meal in days before I came here. And before then, what they called food we wouldn't have even used for compost back on the farm." She knew she should eat slower, but months of eating whatever she could find...or the animals she and Homer could kill...all this food was just too much for her.

[incorrigibledoc]

The Doctor had no such nutritious compunctions. His Gallifreyan metabolism allowed him to go without food for days at a time, so when he eventually decided to eat, he tended to reach for the high caloric content. And besides, he found that this incarnation had a peculiar predilection for chocolate...

Thus, juggling a rather hefty slab of chocolate cake and a glass of milk, the Doctor looked for a place to sit. Actually, since the enormous banquet hall was mostly empty, he was looking for someone to sit with.

"Hello there?" he said cheerily to the young lady at the table. "Just in for a snack and I do hate to sit alone. May I join you?"

[teenguerrilla]

Ellie looked up at the Doctor, so many people here. The only times she'd seen this many were whenever the soldiers were around, and that was never good news. "Hi..." she put her cutlery down, another novelty she'd rather gone without for months, "I...uhh...yeah. Sure." She looked at the man, brow furrowed as she tried to suss him out.

[incorrigibledoc]

The Doctor nodded amiably and took his seat across from the young lady, giving her ample amounts of space. He met her gaze, but was careful to keep it clear and non-invasive, hiding nothing. The Doctor had been in more war zones than he could count, even if he used all of his fingers, toes and teeth, and this poor girl had all of its brutal signs stamped across her. Rassilon, she can't be any older than sixteen. Sixteen! Why can't humans ever settle things for themselves? Why do they have to pull children into it?

Ignoring the cake for a moment, he casually rested his arms on the tabletop, body relaxed, both palms turned slightly upward. I am unarmed, I am not a threat. "I'm called the Doctor," he said cheerfully. "What's your name?"

[teenguerrilla]

Ellie visibly relaxed at the Doctor's body language, though her eyes were still wary and stayed trained on him. "Ellie. Ellie Linton." Her hands retreated into her lap, fidgeting unseen under the table. She blinked at him, attempting a smile but for who's benefit she had no idea.