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sphagetti man Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:54 am
The interior of Dining hall is smokey and smells of foods from across City.
Off to one side there is a long line in wait to be handed their meal of choice. People from Delta dressed in blue leather work clothes hurried about making sure everything was in it's place. Several betas sat clusterd in the back chatting and even a rare Alpha mingling amongst them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:02 am
Cadman pulls his hood up and takes his place in the line, ready to serve the people whatever they want.
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sphagetti man Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:12 am
Cadman draws a few curious glances and even some quiet chatter as the line moves forward. Plates are set out already with pre selected food such as Local eggs and pieces of a native fish as well as Terran rice speacially adapted to the planet giving it a slight blue tint.
((blue oatmeal anyone? XD))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:16 am
"Enjoy your meal" "Eat up" "Yes the fish is fresh this morning" Cadman gives the people friendly little greetings as he hands them his selections. He does enjoy seeing people enjoy themselves. better than seeing the odd glances and whispers.
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sphagetti man Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:39 am
As you begin to walk to towards the groups of tables you overhear a small group of Gammas talking excitedly.
Two figures enter the Hall drawing curious glances. One is a foreman from a nearby factory that produces machined parts for some of the few working tractors that are used by the City. Dancing around him is a small child singing excitedly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:25 am
I finish my song as I notice one of the dining hall servers that I particularly like. He always sneaks me extra helpings. Ignoring the foreman that I have been harassing the entire walk from the factory, I sprint over to my favored server, arms flapping like a bird, almost knocking people in the head as I zip down the rows of tables. Nearly running in to a strange man with long black hair and hazel eyes, I sway last minute and hurdle myself off of an empty table.
Jeremy!
I land on the poor man’s back, my arms latched around his neck and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
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