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[towerjunkie]

who; Eddie Dean & anyone who wants chicken (restless gunslinger free with every kid's meal).
where; the cafeteria.
what; CHICKEN.

O'Neill had been amused when Eddie told him he was putting in a request for Popeye's. Oh, sure, he was gonna put one in for his guns later (though he doubted he'd ever get those), maybe a Walkman and some classic rock

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[londonsdaughter]

Donna Noble -- galaxy hopper, reality twister, interplanetary adventurer and super temp -- had a problem. She'd found a small bit of TARDIS that she couldn't identify (well, she couldn't identify most parts of the TARDIS) which had broken off the main console during their ignominious re-entry into Earth's atmosphere. A small problem (only four-by-four inches) but one that had the potential to maroon both herself and the Doctor on this base for longer than she'd like.

"Off makin' friends while I do the housework," Donna muttered to herself, "isn't that the way of it? Ooh, Doctor, when I see you again --" she paused as she passed a set of swinging doors, the round glass portholes looking on to a spacious cafeteria. She put the bit of TARDIS into her pocket and bumped an elbow against the first door, seeing the skinny bloke poking around the perimeter of the room.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't know anyone was in here."

[towerjunkie]

Eddie's right hand went to his belt as he turned towards the source of the voice. It was a reflex, and a useless one, given his lack of any weapons. He couldn't even find a knife that was good for anything besides buttering bread (though he mostly wanted one of those for carving, if he could find some wood). His hand dropped back to his side, empty, and he offered up a rueful smile.

"No problem. I'm just waiting for food." He looked back at the doors and shook his head slightly. "It should get here soon, and I'm hoping 'soon' means the same thing in soldier talk as in English."

[londonsdaughter]

"They've got the cafeteria staff deliverin' food now, do they? You must be some celebrity. I can barely get them to tell me what's in the Tuna Surprise --" she put her hand beside her mouth in an aside, "-- I've guessed that it's not tuna."

She looked around at the empty room. "You eatin' all alone? Or everyone hiding behind the counters, waiting to jump out and say 'surprise'?"

[towerjunkie]

"Don't let them know you're in on it," Eddie returned in a conspiratorial tone. "It'll be cyanide in the salt shaker next."

He hooked his thumbs in his pockets and moved a little closer, shaking his head. "Should be a couple other folken coming at least, and hell, I ordered enough to feed an army, and the army out there ain't gettin' any -- heyyy--" He brightened as something pushed at the doors. "Speak of the devil."

A cart rolled in, more than a few large Popeye's bags piled atop it; the soldier pushing it gave Eddie a questioning look, and Eddie only grinned more brightly and said, "All for me, buddy, that's right."

[calmup]

"Greetings, Edward Dean," Teal'c said as he entered the room and made a beeline for the chicken. His stomach was rumbling; although he had thus far found Area 42's cafeteria satisfactory, there was always something to be said for the Tau'ri custom of takeout.

[towerjunkie]

Eddie grinned as the red-haired woman headed off for the ice cream, and waved Teal'c towards the table (with its bags of chicken and fries) while he went to pull a pile of paper plates from the cupboard he'd found earlier.

"You can call me Eddie, man, this ain't a church gathering." He stacked napkins atop the plates and turned back. "You're -- Teal'c, right?"

His pronunciation was a little off, emphasising the apostrophe.

[calmup]

Teal'c waited until he'd swallowed the first bite of chicken before replying. "Indeed I am, Eddie Dean," he said. "Does this delivery satisfy your craving?"

[towerjunkie]

"Pleasure to meet you in the flesh, buddy, long days and pleasant nights."

He nodded and grabbed a few fries for himself, barely chewing before swallowing.

"Oh yeah. The smell alone -- this should tide me over for at least a couple days, before I start beating on the walls for 'em to let me out."

[boozeandsurgery]

Though Hawkeye would loath to admit, one thing GI had rubbed off on him. That was the ability to zero in on any food that wasn't Army Issue from two miles away. Hence Hawkeye strolled through the cafeteria door following his nose. "Is that civilian chicken I smell?" he asked.

[towerjunkie]

"Enough of it to feed a group that is most definitely not an army," Eddie confirmed with a grin.

He pushed the stack of paper plates across the table and waved Hawkeye towards the bags. "Go for it. There's even ice cream for after, but that's military ice cream, I think."

[boozeandsurgery]

Hawkeye grabbed himself a plate and scooped up some chicken before Eddie was even halfway through his first sentence. "Ice cream army or not doesn't sound to bad," he said. Stopping his pursuit of food for a moment to look at Eddie, he spoke "Thank you for this. Real nice of you to share." Putting down his plate he extended his hand, "I'm Doctor Pierce by the way, but everyone calls me Hawkeye."

[towerjunkie]

"Oh, trust me, I'm good, but even I couldn't eat all this."

He wiped his hand on his shirt before shaking Hawkeye's hand. "Long days and pleasant--" Then he laughed with sudden recognition. "Right, I knew I recognised you. M*A*S*H, right? My favourite of all the re-runs. I'm Eddie Dean."