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Meatslop: It's what's for breakfast, lunch, and dinner [Open]

Oct 23, 2011 00:02

It had been months since Stacy had released Sarah Kerrigan but the meatship hadn't seen very much of her. It wasn't because she preferred to spend her days alone, at least not solely. It was safer this way. For her and for everyone else on the ship. She had come clean to the Captain, given him a short explanation of her reign as the Queen of Blades ( Read more... )

john crichton, sarah kerrigan, !location: mess hall, castiel, daniel jackson, 779/splicer, dhianeila, jono starsmore, !status: open

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expendable_mind October 23 2011, 05:15:07 UTC

"Not as appealing as it look eh Kerrigan?" The voice had traveled besides her even before he approached. Telepaths had that nasty habit of speaking in people's minds uninvited, Splicer just took it a step further and 'tossed' his voice wherever he pleased.

But it wasn't like he was making his presence hidden either. The tell-tale orange glow from one of his cancer sticks was hovering closer and closer until he stepped out of the shadows of the mess hall, bringing in some real food and a small bowl of slop. He had a tendency to mix and match to make the best out of the slop's nutritional values.

He didn't wait for an invitation, or a greeting, or even acknowledgement. It was the Queen of Blades that he was with after all. But he had a feeling that she wasn't all there... not that she blamed her with the sudden 'surprise' the loopy ship had tossed at her.

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 05:26:54 UTC

"I've seen and tasted worse." But of course he would know that wasn't the reason Kerrigan hadn't touched the slop.

She looked at Splicer, briefly considering telling him to leave but deciding against it.

expendable_mind October 23 2011, 05:30:36 UTC

"With the fact you used t' be part of the Dominion too? Don't doubt it. Hell man, sometimes it was best to go hungry than eat some of the shit they served at the barracks." Specially when the cook had been drunk as hell.

Splicer began to cut and eat his share, taking equal bites of real food and slow so that the mixed tastes made it a lot more bearable.

"You know, you should still eat. You need all your strength and energy." He would know, he was a lot like her in the ways of energy expenditure.

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 05:39:02 UTC

His first comment earned a burst of amusement from Kerrigan. She watched Splicer eat, still not taking any interest in her own food.

"So I can do the Daligig's dirty work?" Her voice barely rose at the end to indicate that was a question.

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youmissed October 23 2011, 05:51:10 UTC

He could've gotten used to carnie food.

John Crichton could say one thing with any certainty and that was that he really, really, really didn't like Stacy's idea of food. It made food cubes look five star. At least that didn't have puke's texture. He didn't care how filling it was supposed to be or how it was supposed tailored to a human's nutrient needs. It looked like old puke and felt like it, if he'd made it a point to go running his hands in week old - all right, stopping that train of thought right there ( ... )

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 06:16:32 UTC

Kerrigan's first look at John was one of annoyance but that softened after a few moments. Though soft was not a word that accurately described her face. It was still hard and cold but set into a look of neutrality.

"Soylent Green?" There was a time when she wouldn't have needed to ask but the Daligig felt that mind reading either wasn't an important power or it was too much of a threat. Now she had to focus if she wanted to read someone and that was something she would rather avoid doing.

youmissed October 23 2011, 06:23:37 UTC

John took that as his invitation to park himself across from her. He didn't seem too fazed that she wasn't opening up right off the bat. After Aeryn, he figured he was used to it ( ... )

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 06:35:21 UTC

"Sarah Kerrigan." It still felt weird to introduce herself as that instead of proudly declaring that she was the Queen of Blades. Especially since she didn't feel like Sarah Kerrigan anymore, more of a hollow shell of her.

"I've never seen a movie. And it hasn't been 2373 in a long time but I take it we are from very different universes."

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hi_there_aliens October 23 2011, 08:34:20 UTC

The one bad point to shore leave, aside from Land of the Pharaohs... or nearly getting detained because of Vala, banned or just about everything else, was that once you had a taste of actual food, it was hard going back to the slop Stacy insisted on. Just as you thought you might get used to it, you got a moment's break, tasted something so much better, and then you were expected to go back to mediocrity.

Daniel sat down at a table and stared at it. Even the almost-tagin was much better looking. It certainly tasted better. Looking at his plate, Daniel was more than willing to pay an arm and a leg for the tagin again. He looked at the woman across from him out of the corner of his eye.

"You'd think it'd get less terrible the more we got eat it," He said. She didn't seem inclined to talk. That never stopped Daniel before. Maybe if he talked, it would distract them both from just how unappetizing this was about to be.

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 09:08:15 UTC

No, Kerrigan wasn't inclined to talk and no, that didn't stop anyone. It made her long for the days when she ripped out someone's tongue if they said something she didn't like. That brief moment of longing horrified her.

If she were smart she would leave and never talk to this man again. Or maybe that wasn't smart. Maybe she'd done enough avoiding. No one can run forever, not even Kerrigan. Especially when the person she was running from was herself.

"Getting used to it doesn't mean you lose your tastebuds." Kerrigan didn't look at Daniel as she replied but she did finally take a bite of her slop.

hi_there_aliens October 23 2011, 09:17:13 UTC

"Well, no, but it'd be nice to build up a tolerance. Then you'd wouldn't notice it as much." Like staying too long on a dig, no showers or baths, crammed along with people who were just as un-showered or bathed. It probably smelled horrific, but after awhile you got used to it. Barely even noticed it. Then you stepped away, got showered, came back and it was like being hit with a wall of body odor and sand. Daniel swirled the utensil in the slop. Right now, he'd rather take the too-many-people-on-a-dig option than eat this. He watched her actually take a bite and felt his stomach want to retreat somewhere far, far away.

Daniel started to hold out his hand, then hesitated. What if they didn't use hand shakes where she came from? Or they did something else? It was too late to draw it back by now, so Daniel just went with it.

"Daniel Jackson, by the way," he said.

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 09:25:46 UTC

Kerrigan wanted to laugh at the gesture but at the same time something burned inside her. A memory of the last time someone had offered her his hand, although not for a handshake but simply to hold.

She shook Daniel's hand. She tried to make sure her grip was loose but not hard enough as it was still firm. "Sarah Kerrigan."

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psi_flames October 23 2011, 14:50:50 UTC

Y'know. More I see of this shite, gladder I am 'at I don' gotta eat. That was one of the few high points for Jono of having been pulled out of his own world.

He sat down across from Kerrigan, looking at her seriously. Ain't seen you 'round fer a bit, duck. Not that Jono himself was all that social, but he did his best.

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 21:42:07 UTC

Duck. She could tolerate sweetheart or darling if it came from the right person people but duck?

"My name is Kerrigan." She returned the look. "And yes, I should have contacted you about your kind of telepathy."

psi_flames October 23 2011, 22:15:40 UTC

Jono nodded. I remember. Names just weren't a strong point for him. He made a dismissive gesture. Reckoned you'd come an' fin' me when you were ready to talk. Pushin' don' 'sactly work so well with mos' telepaths I've known.

aboutthatevac October 24 2011, 03:05:38 UTC

"And it doesn't work well with me." She would rather be the one doing the pushing. "Can you show me now?"

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dhianeila October 23 2011, 15:46:16 UTC

And speaking of telepaths-- well, Dhianeila always opted to move about via her projection so she wouldn't have to overload anyone or herself with her powers. But all the same, the skill wasn't something she needed to tell something was off, empath powers even aside (though as always, ever present). She hadn't seen Kerrigan since Lirath, and above all else was glad she was okay. The surges of power and sheer pressure that the Ohm that weighed upon them to cut them off was strong. So very strong.

"Hello, Sarah," she greeted with a smile to break the silence.

aboutthatevac October 23 2011, 21:45:33 UTC

"I prefer Kerrigan." But that didn't stop people from using Sarah, apparently. "Nice to meet you in person." It helped that she didn't have a migraine this time.

dhianeila October 24 2011, 02:31:42 UTC

"Kerrigan, then!" Dhianeila nodded. They were both nice-sounding anyway. She looked down to the other woman's food. "It is rather difficult to acquire a taste for it, isn't it..."

aboutthatevac October 24 2011, 03:10:41 UTC

Ugh. Dhianeila was going to be one of those perky people, wasn't she? Just Kerrigan's luck. Kerrigan made a mental note not to dither around the next time she had to eat.

"I don't think I can ever like it. I think it's physiologically impossible. But I can tolerate it."

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