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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Wow, the food doesn't look appetising today. Well, of course, it depends on how much you like mushy peas, since there seems to be a lot of that today. And meat loaf too. Who knows?

Then again, after you've been awake for the past....few....many....hours (in which one drifts off and wakes up and drifts off and-- you get the point), a lot of food starts looking unappetising. That may be why one boy is currently nodding off. If you don't wake him up, he might just faceplant into his tray.]

((OOC: ANOTHER CAFETERIA POST GET? Mingle around, you don't need to respond to Leo specifically. Threadjack! Throw food-- at your own risk, of course!))

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Lunch has been pretty... strange lately. The whole pool incident probably hadn't helped, but things really only seemed to be getting worse. And this also doesn't even begin to cover how Elliot feels about this place normally. What was this food? He was never going to get used to this.

But when he returns to the table, he remembers a whole different set of problems that he has to deal with. From a completely safe distance above the table, Elliot drops his tray down to hopefully make enough noise (and not a mess) to snap his servant out of this.]

1/2

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[That does jolt him awake and he jumps, sending the fork in his hand clattering harmlessly into his tray.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[...ah]

Elliot?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He gives him a look before pulling out a chair at the table and sitting down.]

You're falling asleep.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He's tired enough to not have a smart answer to retaliate with. So he'll just be retrieving his fallen fork.]

Ah.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[A smart answer is what he would have expected under normal circumstances. This was hardly even acknowledging that he was there. Somehow, this had become the norm lately...

Elliot hated it.]

Are you even going to eat?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He stares at his tray. Ugh, spearing a carrot now.]

A little. I'm not very hungry.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Although he's had time to think about this, Elliot still wasn't sure how to deal with this. There were things they couldn't talk about... He's quiet for a moment as he decides to start eating his own food.

These silences, too...]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[It's usually Elliot who does the talking, but Elliot has been very...quiet these few days after their last confrontation. Why? And it didn't seem like he was still angry either.

...it irritates Leo not to be able to understand what Elliot's thinking. Either way, he takes a few forkfuls of the stuff on his plate before deciding that it's enough. Pushing his tray away now.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He notices that gesture right away and looks up at him. That didn't take long.]

If you're not going to eat, let's get out of here.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[...]

You haven't eaten much of your lunch yet.

[packsheat.livejournal.com]

[ She's sitting at a nearby table, head resting in her arms. Apparently she's given up on food and just decided to sleep. Except even naps come with nightmares and she's starting to make distinctly distressed noises without waking up. ]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He catches himself just before he faceplants into his tray and looks up. Left, right- and he catches sight of Leanne asleep. And apparently not looking so well.]

...

[So he'll just step over and give you a firm but gentle shake.]

[packsheat.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[ She wakes with a start and looks around like she expects to be somewhere else before she remembers dozing off in the cafeteria. ]

Thanks for that.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Are you feeling all right?

[fierybluebird]

[Having spent untold meals dealing with a certain narcoleptic crew member faceplanting in food a lot, Marco doesn't even poke him when Leo starts going down, just holds his head up by the forehead so he doesn't drown. Or at least so he doesn't have to deal with the gross pea face.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He jerks awake at that contact and turns, blinking blearily at Marco.]

--ah, thank you.

[fierybluebird]

[Blinks and suddenly realizes hey, this isn't his narcoleptic crewbie! And they're not on the Moby Dick. Where the hell was he eating lunch-- oh that's right.]

Any time, eh. Reflexes. [Literally.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

People usually- [He stifles a yawn] -fall asleep during lunch where you come from?

[fierybluebird]

Not most of them. Just one of my close friends.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

That must have been rather troublesome.

[fierybluebird]

Nah, it was pretty funny, eh.

We just had to make sure he didn't drown in soup or anything.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Heh.]

I suppose that isn't quite what most people have in mind when they say that they want to die with a full stomach.

[fierybluebird]

Definitely not. That'd be pretty hard for that guy to do anyway. He's always hungry.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Would he just wake up and continue eating?