ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Operator¹]

Bell pauses at the doorway to look at what the Draugur pilot is doing.

: Hey- is it okay if I ask you to join us? That's if you don't mind, that is.

[Ad Bot]

[Qwepir]

Walter begins speaking as he seats himself down

"Without a scratch too, oddly. Yeah, we pushed them off but it wasn't much of a victory... felt like that gave them more of an upper hand."

Walter begins to open his ration as he thinks and takes a short glimpse around

"Kind of late, but thanks for giving us the option to choose sides. I was skeptical of Tarkirov's plan in the first place but couldn't do anything about it."

: I'm just glad cooler heads prevailed. I was starting to worry we'd have to fight it out.

Nagato looks at your ration pouch while she drinks some of hers.
: Couldn't read the menu either, huh? What's yours say on the label?

Bell pauses at the doorway to look at what the Draugur pilot is doing.

: Hey- is it okay if I ask you to join us? That's if you don't mind, that is.

The pilot puts his helmet on.
: What for.

[Gojira]

Markus heads over to the trainees.
"[Just so you know, I can hear you, and if I can, others can. All I'll say is this: don't screw things up for your flight mates. You really do not want to be that guy.]"
With that, he heads to the mess line, grabs a tray of actual food since he can read the menu, then finds Walter and Raiden.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko looks at Yamashiro. He can't shake the feeling that she's somehow not the Yamashiro he'd worked with before.

Words are hard to come by. He looks over the edge of the carrier for a moment and puts his thoughts in order. He suppresses saying rash or accusatory things, and shakes his head lightly.

"That's not what upsets me-" he says finally, in a quiet voice.

[Badger]

He looks at the label and sounds out the words

"...Fru-cht-mis-chung. Doesn't sound too vile." He takes a quick sip and lets it sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing and speaking again "Tastes like mango and some other flavors laced in there, it's not bad... how about yours? any different?"

[Qwepir]

Markus heads over to the trainees.
"[Just so you know, I can hear you, and if I can, others can. All I'll say is this: don't screw things up for your flight mates. You really do not want to be that guy.]"
With that, he heads to the mess line.

: [Yeah, you also don't want to be that guy who barges into a conversation to tell someone else what to do.]
: [Who the hell was that?]

He looks at the label and sounds out the words

"...Fru-cht-mis-chung. Doesn't sound too vile." He takes a quick sip and lets it sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing and speaking again "Tastes like mango and some other flavors laced in there, it's not bad... how about yours? any different?"

: Oh god, I wouldn't trust any of those things with a sweetner in it.

She looks at her own pouch.
: Fas- fasans... fasanspatzle? It tastes like poultry and rice.
: If you two can read the language phonetically, why didn't you just order off the actual menu in th-

Markus grabs a tray of actual food since he can read the menu, then finds Walter and Raiden.

He arrives in time to overhear Nagato cutting off Musashi as she points past Walt to a tray down the table with a metal stein sitting on it.
: What the forget that guy is drinking beer.

Jaakko looks at Yamashiro. He can't shake the feeling that she's somehow not the Yamashiro he'd worked with before.

Words are hard to come by. He looks over the edge of the carrier for a moment and puts his thoughts in order. He suppresses saying rash or accusatory things, and shakes his head lightly.

"That's not what upsets me-" he says finally, in a quiet voice.

: What was that? You need to speak up.

What with the planes and VTOLs still coming and going, the winds whipping along the side of the carrier, and the distant report of the Andromeda's particle cannons, it seems Yamashiro can't quite hear you.

[Gojira]

Markus takes a seat next to Walt and glances over at where Nagato's pointing.
"...possibly? I'm gonna guess they don't want drunk crews..."

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy enters the messhall, shoving the door open with one hand. She stands in the entrace for a moment and scans the room, picking out the faces of her squad mates. She doesn't
smile and doesn't strike any expression. Her eyes seem glazed over as if she had been drinking. She steps out of the entrance to the releif of some frustrated imperials and attempts to head over wherever a coffee machine might be. Her feet almost seem to drag with each step, and her tanker boots strike an imposing clunk on the floor. Whoever this woman was to people familiar with her in the room, this wasn't the same one who left on the previous mission. She eventually finds what she's looking for and robotically steps around a hapless cadet who was just finishing up adding creamer to his cup. The muted "hey what the hell" fell on her deaf ears as she began filling a glass coffee cup with hot coffee. First empty, then half full, then full. The glass started overflowing a little and hot liquid splashed a little on her fingers. She let the sensation of pain soak into her hand, not flinching but rather staring at it like someone who was just shellshocked.

I deserve this. She thought to herself. Although unsure if she was saying she deserved the coffee or the seering burns.

She retires to an empty corner of the Messhall near a potted plant. The plant looking fairly malnourished and unwatered. At least it won't judge her. She chugs the coffee and stands, waiting for the nightmare to end.

[Badger]

"I-" He looks befuddled at the stein she points out "I mean they are rationed, I didn't see a spout or anything up at the counter though."

He looks around at nearby tables for anyone else who also has one, in the process he see and notes to himself Tippy with her gaunt expression passing by on the fringes of the messhall.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"That's not what's upset me," Jaakko repeats louder.

The firing of PPC's in the distance sounds alien and haunting.

[Qwepir]

"I-" He looks befuddled at the stein she points out "I mean they are rationed, I didn't see a spout or anything up at the counter though."
He looks around at nearby tables for anyone else who also has one, in the process he see and notes to himself Tippy with her gaunt expression passing by on the fringes of the messhall.

You see a handful of the cups sprinkled throughout the messhall.

Markus takes a seat next to Walt and glances over at where Nagato's pointing.
"...possibly? I'm gonna guess they don't want drunk crews..."

: If they are, they're probably not actually alcoholic.
: Hmph. If anyone drank something as lame as non-alcoholic beer it would be these people.

Tippy retires to an empty corner of the Messhall near a potted plant. The plant looking fairly malnourished and unwatered. At least it won't judge her. She chugs the coffee and stands, waiting for the nightmare to end.

The potted plant slouches contemptuously at your approach, leaves curled up in disgust.

"That's not what's upset me," Jaakko repeats louder.

The firing of PPC's in the distance sounds alien and haunting.

Yamashiro waits for you to continue your line of thought.

[Operator¹]

The pilot puts his helmet on.
: What for.

: Just for food, or conversation.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"We've given up everything to be here. I woke up this morning- and twelve hours later I've already been in a dogfight with half of Mjolnir trying to kill me. It's hard- nearly impossible to believe it's real,"

Jaakko takes a breath.

"I wonder if there will be anything for myself and my squadron after this,"

He lets his gaze drift off the side of the carrier.

"That's what's got me upset,"

[Badger]

Walter continues to eat his ration, the flavour becoming a little more monotone and less pronounced with each drink.

"It's nice that this carrier isn't constantly moving or banking, I keep forgetting we're up in the air. Taking off and landing is a lot more pleasant too, Interesting to see all the little things that are different on the other side."

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy approaches Nagato and stands at the other side of the table.

"May I join you?"