Settling In and discovering the, um,food (Giles,open)

[tweedywatcher]

Giles poked and prodded the glop he was apparently expected to consume as food.  He had a natural distrust of unfamiliar things like this, memories of the incident where they'd learned Riley was getting drugged food from the Initiative filtered into his mind. And anyway, it was terribly unappealing.  He wondered if this place even had a decent

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[fireworkbubbles]

She didn't care what Bobby and Jono said. This stuff? Was not food. No. It wasn't. And she'd eaten Wolverine's bean and coffee "soup". Not willingly, of course - no one did that - but she had.

Jubilee bemoaned her lack of Twinkies. No Twinkies, no gum... Officially, this place was hell.

And she'd been there once.

Looking around for a place to sit, Jubilee finally found one. Guy looked like a librarian. That couldn't hurt, right? "Umm, ya mind if I pop a squat dude?" Jubilee asked.

[tweedywatcher]

"I've no objection" Giles replied.

"Your expression tells me I'm not the only one who doesn't find this at all appealing." He nodded at the...stuff." He almost wished he could get Willow here to analyze the stuff like she'd done with Ted the robot's cookies. It was impossible to tell at this moment precisely what it contained.

[fireworkbubbles]

Jubilee wished she dared flop, unfortunately, the food looked like it would eat her face if she tried.

Alternate dimensions: It could happen.

"Well, no, not really." She prodded it with a spoon. "I mean, I've totally eaten some weird things before, a few on bets or dares, but I'm pretty sure none of them looked like one of Hank's experiments gone wrong."

She looked up at him. "I'm Jubilee by the way."

[tweedywatcher]

Giles thought it looked like something out of a demon,or something that *was* a demon of some kind, but he didn't say it aloud, of course. "I find it hard not to question certain things,like what it's comprised of, when I haven't any idea what might be going on behind the scenes." he said. "But I suppose it's safe,my colleagues have apparently been here for some time and they're doing fine. I just hope there's a decent cup of tea to be found around here someplace." he said.

"Rupert Giles." he replied.

[eswat_109]

"Hey, mind if I sit?" asked the blond woman with the pistol and the knife that practically qualified as a short sword slung over her shoulder and down along her collarbone.

Deunan didn't wait for an answer and plopped down across from Giles, starting to eat immediately, with no signs of disgust. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad, either. When you were in the field, you ate what you could get.

The stoic attitude would probably last another day, day and a half.

[tweedywatcher]

"No, go ahead, it's..." but she sat down as he was talking. "...fine." he finished with a bit of a sigh.

He studied her, noting the weaponry and the obvious indicators of a soldier of some type. Not terribly unlike a slayer might be in his world, but there was no way she would submit, as the Council usually required,to taking orders and such. He could tell it immediately. Rather like Buffy, he thought.

At least, he reasoned, he was getting acquainted with some of the people he was apparently going to be living with, at least until something changed. He wondered if it would, if it still could. Was everything he knew,except the people with him and those possibly still in the pods, really gone?

[eswat_109]

"British?" Deunan asked. She herself was quite obviously American--if the accent didn't give it away, the manners sure did.

"Or...are you from Jupiter or Oz or something and your accent just sounds British?" The question was asked amiably enough, even if the phrasing left something to be desired. Having accepted the 'multiple universes' explanation in lieu of anything more convincing being proposed, Deunan was now quite cheerful about it. It wasn't as though being from Wonderland or Star Trek really meant anything with everyone stuck in the same ridiculous situation.

[tweedywatcher]

"Yes, I am" he replied. "Somehow I've managed to avoid my accent fading during my years in the States. It's slightly surprising,really,when I think about it. People do tend to pick up manners of speech from where they're living, usually." he said. He'd noticed on the rare occasions he spoke with Wesley that the other Englishman's accent was less noticeable, but his had remained strong.

He did catch on that she was American. He'd spent enough time in Sunnydale to pick up on it quickly.

At least she seemed a bit more mundane, as it were, than some of the others on board. He knew how radically different other dimensions and worlds could be, and wondered to himself how,with so many different races,cultures and backgrounds,that everyone managed to keep a relative peace here.

[dis_courageous]

Komali poked his beak over the edge of the table and surveyed Giles like he might suddenly unfold a few extra heads and begin attacking. Enormous red eyes, just...watched him, and after a long, awkward, measuring silence, the young Rito stre~etched up and sat his tray on the table, clambering onto the bench beside him.

"Hi, I'm Komali," he said and broke off a bit of the tray to scoop up the goop in. Komali regarded the bite with a sigh before eating it, and made a face at the taste, "I wish this was fish."

[tweedywatcher]

He watched, perplexed by the being. "I would be pleased with anything with a bit more taste." he replied.

"What...sort of creature might you be?" he asked.

[dis_courageous]

"I'm a Rito!" He replied cheerfully, once the next bite had been dealt with.