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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[forsoothforsure]

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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[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.