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 Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:48 pm
 The Mess Hall is where all passengers of the Leviathen converge, tell tall tales of battle, and, of course, eat. ((NOT for OOC chat.)) Food: /Turkey Dinner/ /Hamburger Dinner/ /Cheeseburger Dinner/ /Hot Dog Dinner/ /Meat Loaf Dinner/ /Chef's Special: Today's Special [Pork Ribs/Boneless/BBQ] Drinks: /Water/ /Lemonade/ /LemonLime/ /Orange/ /Root Beer/ /Iced Tea/ /Hot Tea/ /Milk/ /Hot Chocolate/ /Coffee/
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:29 pm
Alex sighed softly, having got a bit of plasma burn on his back durring the escape from Helcard, a pot shot from a now crispy Jackel. He sighed movign through the line looking about the menu, wearing his dress uniform a row of medels and ribbons adorned his outfit, leaving several marines to gawk, wondering how one spartan could have more accomadations them some of the Senior Staff, which was easy to explain if it was not classified. He looked to the menu and ordered. "Three Orders of Turkey Dinner a Pitcher of water.." He ordered which made the workmen do a double take, the spartan sliding his I.D. card to pay which he then took his hefty load of food to a empty seat and settle down, which led some marines to crowd close watching him eat the moud of high calorie food to earn the energy for his heightened metabolism.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:06 pm
Neilson walked over to the serving lady he had grown accustomed to seeing often. The two had become friends almost, like men did with their barbers centuries ago, or so he'd heard. "Hey, Shifty! Long time no see kido." she said, calling him by his combat nickname as usual. "Good morning." he said with a smile. "You aren't still serving breakfast, are you?" he asked her. "Well yes, actually. Just about to lay it out. You'll be first in line." she said with a motherly smile and handed him food on one of the trays that he grabbed from close by. He thanked her and sat down at the nearest table, eating his fake eggs and half cooked bacon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 3:01 pm
Alex continued to eat his large pile of food, trying to fill his seemingly endless gullet. He did enjoy the taste of a good UNSC prepared meal, though that the only one he's ever really known besides what he had to forrage durring one mission where their supplies were blown to dust due to a miscalculation by the load master of the adjacent pelican.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:26 pm
He soon finished his meal, disposed of his tray, silverware and the like. He heaved a sigh and began to wander the ship doing what most spartans do when they are not saving the world through one op at a time..think about peace and wander a ship, or train.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 10:45 am
Pheonix finally got his tray and nodded to the cook. He took a seat at a table with some of the marines, but he didn't say a word as he ate his meat and slushed the semi-frozen lemon-lime in his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:47 pm
Hunter walked into the mess hall, observing all of the Marines conversing. He quickly walked to the line, and when his turn came, he ordered one of the meals that wasn't too expensive, but would still fill him up. "Yes, one hamburger dinner and an iced tea please." he said, yawning as he recovered from the effects of his 3 hour nap. He looked at a table with some Marines, most talking, but one particuarly silent. He walked over and sit beside him, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "So, what's your name soldier?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 8:27 pm
Pheonix wasn't surprised that this guy never heard of ERCase 043, when Pheonix was forced to kill his dad, who planned to betray the marines. "Pheonix Moore," The Smallest Threat said as he finished his meat.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:06 pm
Neilson got up, set his messy plate by the sink where the ones on mess duty would clean them and walked out, giving a casual wave to the serving lady and headed for the training area, feeling up for a little bit of violence with a punching bag.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 4:59 pm
Ethan walked towards the servers and spoke softly. He had been up all night, and could've easily fallen asleep where had stood. "Coffee. Black. Quick as you can, please." his voice, though pleasant enough, still showed that he had had enough killing already in his lifetime. He sat down and started sipping the coffee, now with three packets of sugar emptied into it. Might aswell be awake...
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 7:37 pm
Finishing his coffee, Ethan got up and started for the training area, where he wanted to practice a little bit more before he got shipped out again. He passed mark on his way out, "Mark, right? you should join me."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 3:08 pm
Isaac walked over to the line and picked up a tray. As he made his way down he thought about what he was hungry for and when he was asked he selected the turkey dinner, damn the Ribs for bieng pork! He also got a cup of leamonade. when he was done he sat down and started to chow down.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:39 pm
Morgan chuckled after listening to new recruits and the sort walk in, and clambered out of his seat, and slid his tray to the server, and grinned, "Thanks for this meal Julian, can't wait for tomorrow!" and with that, he quickly walked out of the mess hall, not wanting to cause much more of a disturbance.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:00 pm
Ethan looked up suddenly, remembering he was supposed to be somewhere, "Nevermind...I have to go." He walked away, leaving the young man alone...
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