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[redshirted]

Hey, anyone know where I can get a good meal 'round here? Cafeteria's great, don't get me wrong but I've been living off rations for the past week. [Ian starts pulling MRE wrappers out of his pockets and holding them up for the video] They sorta get old quickly, you know?

Anyway, I'd kill for a decent meal, [Ian pats his stomach and tries to look pathetic and starved. Maybe someone will take pity on him and cook for him.] if anyone's offering. I'll make it up to you somehow.

[Ian leans in like he's ready to stop the video and then stops like he suddenly remembered something.]

Oh and by the way--! I'll be replacing all of the locks on the storage rooms, so they can be unlocked from the interior. For, erm, safety concerns.

Comments

[raced_god]

Why are you eating rations.

[redshirted]

...There was a stockpile of them.

[No, Ian, that's not an answer.]

[tank_rockarms]

Uh, maybe you don't know about MREs but those are, you know, for emergencies. You ain't supposed to eat those for more than three weeks total. So, you know, a week ain't gonna kill you but it's sort of the opposite of a good idea.

[redshirted]

Yeah, I mean, they taste a little like sawdust. Better than starving, though, you know?

[raced_god]

Where...was there a stockpile of them.

[redshirted]

In the utility _closet...

[raced_god]

Did you lock yourself in the closet.

[redshirted]

Someone locked it from the outside while I was in there.

[There is a difference and it is important to Ian.]

[tank_rockarms]

But there's a cafeteria... or restaurants in town if you've got money. So, I guess I don't get why you're eatin' MREs.

[redshirted]

I was in a little bit of a pinch.

[raced_god]

So you were stuck in a closet.

[It happens, bro.]

[redshirted]

...yeah.

[raced_god]

You didn't call anyone?

[redshirted]

My phone ran out of battery.

[But he did beat his high score in Snake first, though, so there's that.]

[tank_rockarms]

What sorta pinch where you couldn't walk down to the cafeteria? Like, you're deathly afraid of bears?

[rivalsolarbeam]

[What was that, you needed someone to take pity on you and cook? It was going to be hard to find someone like that around he-- oh nevermind that was really easy. Here was one now.]

... Do you like stroganoff?

[icequeen_aran]

I'd tell you to try the vending machines but don't do that.

There are a lot of options in the city, if you have adequate transportation.

[Not that it isn't within walking distance, but, you know.]

[redshirted]

I was sorta.... stuck.

[redshirted]

I'd probably eat anything as long as it was made fresh now, buddy.

[redshirted]

Are you offering? You drive, I'd treat you to dinner.

[A very innocent between friends dinner, of course.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

Heh, fair enough. You can drop by the RA's room if you'd like a plate, then. The door's open.

[raced_god]

That's unlucky.

[icequeen_aran]

That's awfully generous of you. There must be a catch.

[VERY INNOCENT. TOO INNOCENT TO EAT.]

[redshirted]

Yeah.

[A beat.]

So what are you and Samus doing for dinner tonight...

doop doop action

[redshirted]

[Literally less than 10 minutes later a wild Ian appears at Bulba's door.]

Knock, knock. Hey!