Eat Fast
Eat Fast
Summary: Leda, Rian and Tiera meet for a quick lunch in the mess.
Date: PHD 209 (Nov 13 2009)
Related Logs: None

        Next to Hangar Bay One, this is probably the largest room on the ship in terms of available square footage. Its expanse has to feed the entire crew of the Kharon three times a day and still be able to offer snacks to those who need something between meals. The kitchen is almost constantly in operation to produce the next meal while huge coffee urns operate near the end of the room, fresh mugs ready to fulfill the needs of the masses.
        The typically gray walls of the ship are broken up in here with a neutral shade of gull white that might be an attempt to shift atmosphere of the ship. Long tables span rows that go back through the room with a few circular tables at the rear which offer a more private setting. The serving counter is near the Fore end of the room, the long counter passing by numerous serving platters.

The sound of eating and can be heard as Marines, Deck Gang, Pilots, Tactical, and all others fill the mess with the sounds of eating and merrymaking, the mess hall, the proverbial watering hole of the Kharon where lions and lambs must meet together. And one Lion or maybe a Lamb the jury is still out on this one but either way Castor Leda sits quietly by himself at a table eating him meal.

The mess hall is packed tight with enlisted, men and women with trays seem to be everywhere. As Rian walks into the brightly lit room she pauses a moment, looking around at the many faces. 12:00 a prime meal time where the mission is to get in and get out as quickly as possible. Spotting another rook marine closer up the lunch line, he waves and she makes her way to him. He punches her in the shoulder; as marines seem to greet eachother with violence she smiles and grabs a tray. Darting down the line she grabs things quickly from the mess staff, trying her best to hurry things along. Making it through she nods goodbye to the other recruit and pauses to scan the tables. Looking for a friendly face she idly bites on her lower lip. Finally she spies Leda and makes her way to him, and placing her tray down across from his, easily taking a seat. "We have to stop meeting like this," she drawls. Right to business she picks up her fork and digs into the small portion of veggies she was given. Meals seem to be slowly shrinking in size.

Tiera meanders into the Mess hall. A book in one hand, she absently wanders over to the Mess line, reading. She glances up at the person in front of her and greets them absently, then goes back to her book, which looks like a manual of some sort.

Castor looks over at Rian and he gives her a good natured smile as he teases, "What, this is all part of my clever plan first I meet you in the mess then I become friends with you and then…" He stops talking and begins to push his fingers together pinkys hit and up they go until the thumbs and he says in mocking tones, "Yes, excellent." This is his best impersonation of a cartoon character that he can do but it is done for laughs. He then says, "All joking aside it is good to see you again and how are you Private?" He asks as he turns to look at Tierra and he waves her over, "Want to join us?"

Rian continues to tuck into her dinner, manners seem to be the least of her concern as she eats, cheeks puffed slightly with food. As Castor speaks she looks to him, chewing and swallowing, wiping her mouth with the brown paper towel you get on the tray. Taking a sip of her drink she then replies, "You're always in such a strange mood, I don't know what to make of it really." Giving a slight eyeroll she relaxes in the metal chair, shoulders slumping slightly. "I'm alright. Had some really boring assignments in sickbay and got tongue lashed by Shortstack of all people." A shake of her head and she looks back to her plate, loading up her fork once more with precision downward stabs. "I'm trying to eat quickly then head to the gym to prep for fight night." Changing the subject she realizes she was being impolite, even for her, "And you LT, how have you been?"

Tiera glances up with a start as she realizes she's been spoken to "I I of course sir" She picks up her tray and makes her way over, settling into a seat, the book placed next to her tray, closed. She flashes a slight smile to those at her table and greets them quietly "Good Evening"

Castor looks at Rian and he says, "I'm always in a strange mood?" He looks a bit confused at first and then he says with a big of gleeful teasings tones with just a hint of being mock hurt he says, "And I was just trying to make you laugh, private. I must get better material." He then quirks an eyebrow, "What did Shortstack yell at you for?" He then says, "I love a good dance and maybe at the next one I can knock a marine out since you marines keep whipping our collective asses. If you ever want a sparring partner let me know. As for how I am doing, well, I would say apart from my callsign all is going well." He then looks over at Tiera and he says, "Petty Officer, how are you?" However, piloty eyes flash to look at what the book is that Tiera is reading.

Rian gives the woman a sideways glance as she takes a seat, only pausing a second before returning to shoveling her food in. Leaning over her food tray her tags dangle infront of her sweatshirt. Taking a while to chew before talking again, "That would be really cool, thanks Bubbles." She grins evily because she knows he hates the name. Looking back to her plate she has cleaned it, dropping her fork to the tray. "These limited rations are going to make me super-modle thin. They should feed their grunts properly!"

The book is a manual of the AA batteries on board the Kharon. She gives the pilot a somewhat shy smile "I am fine sir, thank you." There is a pause as she glances at Rian then back to Castor "Yourself sir?" Her voice is quiet, almost soft.

Castor looks at Rian as she says Bubbles outloud and he says, "Could you call me Bubbles only on missions." He then holds his hand up and stage whispers, "It isn't good for my huge pilot ego." He then says, "But yeah, I'll spar with you just name the time and the place." He then looks at the food, "I'd say the food here is great since it is hot, trust me, eat out of a trashcan or two and you learn quickly that hot and clean is so much better." He then looks over at shy Tiera and he says, "I'm good." He pauses, "You okay Petty Officer I mean you seem really quiet? Wait, is something bothering you? Are there evil space monkeys bothering you? Do we have evil space monkeys in the CIC?" This is all for the sake of humor of course.

Rian places her palms on the table with much gusto, rising from her chair and taking her tray. "Well I will do Castor, let you know that is. Sorry I couldn't stay and chat." She says the second to the young woman with the book. "I must be jogging." With that she takes her tray, dumps it and leaves the hall, starting a bouncing jog just as she enters the hall.

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