Mess Hall [1]

[deep_space_final]

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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[idolstolemylook]

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.

[kissme_orkillme]

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]

"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."

[kissme_orkillme]

"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.