Who: Sonya Blade and 'Micheal Xavier' When: Saturday, Jul 23, midday Where: Newcomer community center. Summary: Sonya wants answers-and won't say no to some hot food while at it. Warnings: TBD
Erik had quickly pulled together a meal. Rice, cooked in broth for flavour and nutrients, roast chicken, carrots braised in ginger ale - all reheated from the fridge, and fresh peas perfectly cooked and bright green, chilled with Swiss cheese and a thick slice of banana cake. Grabbing the gallon Thermos of coffee, he flew to the NCC, landing lightly. He walked inside and waited the few minutes it took for her to show up and then walked outside, opening the door. "Lt Blade?"
From inside, the scent of the food and coffee drifted out.
Sonya stopped and nodded, seeing him open the door, sizing him up out of habit and caution.
Something about him reminded her of military vets: the fact that he looked only a decade or so younger than her father-she wasn't sure if she should feel reasured or even less at ease.
"That'd be me." She answered, the smell of food hitting her nose and sending a wave of mixed feelings. The food itself smelled wonderful, but after being away from solid food for so long she wondered if her stomach could handle it.
Fuck it, she'd lived off of military chow-she'll make her stomach behave.
Erik wasn't a stranger to feeding people who hadn't had solid food. Everything was easy to digest. The chicken itself was a bit heavy but she might be able to handle it, depending. The other thing he grabbed, looking at her, was an electrolyte mix and water. "Michael Xavier. Come in. This is the Newcomer Community Centre. We have a clinic here - it's free - and other offices."
"You are managing the Pull sickness well, although I'll caution you to eat slowly."
Sonya managed to catch the name on the label as she followed him inside, and felt herself grinning a little: she must've looked that bad.
The mention of a clinic made her consider. She didn't really think anything was wrong with her-nothing some sleep and a few good meals couldn't cure-but maybe it was free, and with no one from the team, she'd have to make sure she was fit again.
She then saw the table of food, and-much to her chargin-she felt herself nearly tear up: the food was real and familar. She sucked in a breath and forced herself back into control.
The mention of something called 'pull sickness', brought on a forced grin. "And here I thought it was all just me."
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From inside, the scent of the food and coffee drifted out.
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Something about him reminded her of military vets: the fact that he looked only a decade or so younger than her father-she wasn't sure if she should feel reasured or even less at ease.
"That'd be me." She answered, the smell of food hitting her nose and sending a wave of mixed feelings. The food itself smelled wonderful, but after being away from solid food for so long she wondered if her stomach could handle it.
Fuck it, she'd lived off of military chow-she'll make her stomach behave.
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"You are managing the Pull sickness well, although I'll caution you to eat slowly."
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The mention of a clinic made her consider. She didn't really think anything was wrong with her-nothing some sleep and a few good meals couldn't cure-but maybe it was free, and with no one from the team, she'd have to make sure she was fit again.
She then saw the table of food, and-much to her chargin-she felt herself nearly tear up: the food was real and familar. She sucked in a breath and forced herself back into control.
The mention of something called 'pull sickness', brought on a forced grin. "And here I thought it was all just me."
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