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DSF admin ([personal profile] deep_space_final) wrote in [community profile] deep_space_fine2014-12-04 07:54 am

Mess Hall [1]

Most beings need to eat. Some like to be social while eating. You can do that here. Food arrives through some form of TECHNOLOGY via some panel in the wall.

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forsoothforsure: (u sure?)

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[personal profile] forsoothforsure 2014-12-06 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
This minor was definitely unattended. Then again, he couldn't remember ever having parents, so it didn't really occur to him. Whether it had occurred to anyone else around him had yet to be seen. Loki spend his time exploring. And a lot of time sitting in the mess hall, drinking milkshakes and trying to convince the food machines to make them right.

And he watched. He watched people, he watched out the windows, he took an avid interest in his goings on that was both earnest and a bit sly. As if he was taking everything in. Maybe not to any nefarious purpose, but with a great deal of casual scrutiny.

And it was just possible that if he saw someone there, and he was bored enough, he just might plop down across from them.

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[personal profile] unicorn_tiger 2014-12-06 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Tiger, for being entirely out of his element and rather recently arrived, has settled in well enough. He has a tolerance for bizarre circumstances that outweighs culture shock, at least as long as he doesn't bother trying to use any of these weird machines. Except the food machines. That, he is quite happy to figure out.

So, he's here, a muscular fellow that's pushing the upper limits of human height, with heavy features, a jutting chin, and broad hands. His hair is curly and black, and hangs down past his shoulders. There's a double headed axe with intricate knotwork designs and a long handle strapped to his back, peacebound. He's not dressed to suit the weapon, just wearing a simple gray tunic-like shirt, belted and long black slacks. He got them somewhere in the station. Good to blend in. Blending in is exactly what he's doing, yes! He's even wearing shoes! He moves easily through the crowds, even though he often has to duck.

With a soft, pleasant expression, he waits his turn to select his meal at the mysterious food panel, and is quite happy to carry away a tray loaded down with fabricated meats and cheeses. He's already picking off bits to snack on while he hunts down a seat.
forsoothforsure: (:D)

[personal profile] forsoothforsure 2014-12-06 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it was nostalgia. Seriously, the hulking fellow with the laded tray reminded Loki so much of home, that the fact that he could not tell whether the pang he felt was fondness or disgust was irrelevant. The boy waved at the large fellow, grinning cheerfully. He was used to being outweighed. Outclassed. But not, necessarily, out-thought.

"Hail, and well met, hearty warrior!" Loki chirped. "Dost thou requireth a seat for thy seat?"

[personal profile] unicorn_tiger 2014-12-06 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Tiger grins back. "Well met, yes. Thank you. I will sit here." He speaks a little slowly, considering each word as he puts them together. He nudges out a chair with his foot, before getting to the minor production of settling into a seat that's not really large enough for him to sit comfortably. He doesn't seem to mind, though, just shifts the way the axe hangs so it's not caught between his back and the back of the chair.

"There are many interesting people here," he says, with that halting cadence, and cheerfully, perhaps having noticed the youth's people-watching, perhaps just inviting further conversation.
forsoothforsure: (sly)

[personal profile] forsoothforsure 2014-12-07 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Why thank you," Loki says, deliberately misunderstanding. "You can tell just by looking, can't you?" He rocks back, one foot on the edge of the table precariously balancing him on the back two legs of the chair. "But seriously, enough about me. What's with the huge axe? A bit, hmm. Anachronistic, isn't it?"

[personal profile] unicorn_tiger 2014-12-07 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Tiger smirks, and turns his attention to his food. This is a good excuse for a pause to think... and it's always easier to tackle new situations when he isn't also trying to remember to Think Like Humans. This means it's time to eat some meat. He fusses with the positioning of the various morsels on his tray before picking whichever he's decided is the best one. When he's done with that, he speaks.

"It is out of place," he agrees. "And I would consider it inappropriate to carry here. I came here suddenly, and might leave suddenly without it."
forsoothforsure: (hmm...)

[personal profile] forsoothforsure 2014-12-11 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I see," Loki says, very seriously. "Keep your friends close and your great big axe closer. It makes one think of home, really."

Loki himself does not carry an axe. He doesn't need to. Plus, he probably wouldn't have been allowed.

[personal profile] unicorn_tiger 2014-12-11 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Tiger frowns, ignoring his meal for this pause. "I would like it if my friends were closer. I am far from them, and the axe is only a thing." His frown deepens into an expression of concern. -He- can cope with the weirdness. Other people shouldn't have to. "Your home is also far?"
forsoothforsure: (u sure?)

[personal profile] forsoothforsure 2014-12-14 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
Loki stares at him for a moment. He's not sure whether it's disturbing or comforting, how much this is reminding him of his brother. But he's pretty sure he doesn't need the pity party. It is interesting that he can elicit that sort of response in a stranger.

"Oh, yes," he says, widening his eyes just a bit. "As to my friends... I would not say I've been missed, as such."

[personal profile] unicorn_tiger 2014-12-14 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh? Do you miss them?" He's pulling off some mix of fretful and calm, however that works. Cats are good at lazy scrutiny. Also at sneaking another few bites of food into a conversation.

"Well," he says, musingly. "At least there is food. I am also missing my friend's money." Then he realizes this might be a joke -and- true, so he smiles at it.
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[personal profile] forsoothforsure 2014-12-15 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Money's great, isn't it?" Loki beams. "Also, food. Have you tried the milkshakes? Not quite right, but not bad, either. You know, considering." He avoids the initial question. He hadn't, after all, admitted he even has friends. Loki's not above lying, of course, but it's fun when he doesn't have to. It's fun when he does, too, but it's different. "But space, right?" He pauses, seeking the right phrase. "Doesn't that... blow your mind?"
idolstolemylook: (surprise!)

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[personal profile] idolstolemylook 2014-12-07 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
One moment, he'd been yelling at Angel for having trapped him in the ridiculous situation of haunting Wolfram and Hart (never mind that Angel had probably had nothing to do with it), and the next he'd found here. Wherever that was, and Spike wasn't sure he liked it any better. For one thing, suddenly appearing places seldom boded well. For another, he'd been building up a good head of steam and he didn't know anyone here and fucking with them might be fun, but it would never achieve the transcendent glory of fucking with Angel.

But then, he'd realized that he was actually there. As in, could touch things. And pick them up. He was, in fact, still in this phase of rediscovery. Touching walls. Picking up salt shakers (at least he assumed that's what they were, it was hard to say). And eating anything at all he could find, just because he could. He'd worry about blood later. Right now, any sensation was a novelty.

[personal profile] kissme_orkillme 2014-12-08 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Katherine is another one here who would worry about blood later. For now, she's alright, and is walking around the mess hall scoping out more food options while drinking some health smoothie type of thing that is a strange colour of green. She notices the guy who basically looks like he's too impressed and interested in this room, and so she moves over to him while he's touching one of the walls. "Sometimes I get really excited about being in a mess hall, too." She teases, a slight and quick smirk appearing across her lips.
idolstolemylook: (smile: genuine?)

[personal profile] idolstolemylook 2014-12-14 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Shut up," Spike said without much heat, from where he was pressing one cheek against the wall. "When you've been bloody incorporeal for months you can lecture me about public displays of affection." He pushed off the wall and cocked his head, taking her in. "Might let you lecture me about other things, in the meantime."

[personal profile] kissme_orkillme 2014-12-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"That does sound rough. And annoying as hell." She can kind of relate, through experiences she had while running from someone for five hundred years. "Welcome back to the land of the tangible." She lifts her glass in acknowledgment of that before taking another sip of the smoothie.

She holds back a full laugh, and it comes out as more of an amused scoff. "I've been around a while, so, not short on topics. We could be here alllll day." She raises her eyebrows slightly.