[Round 2, Day 3] just a little bit

[utopiamods]

Characters: ALL
Format: ANY
This log is: OPEN
Location: Dining hall
Summary: It's time for lunch!
Warnings: TBA

[your selection for today is, for some reason, your standard American highschool lunch menu. If you have Player permission, there's ice-cream for dessert.]

Comments

[choseanidiot]

Enki had taken one look at the food offered, and immediately went for the fruit, which was, thankfully, still present in their bowls. There was no way he was eating whatever that was.

No way at all.

He'd probably drop dead before he'd chewed the first bite properly. He wasn't touching that with a pole. Somehow, he felt unclean simply passing the food and picking up the fruit.

And if Shōryū made fun of him, he'd throw this overripe... uh... whatever it was in his face.

[myblueskies]

Romeo felt very stupid as he stared at all the food, especially since everyone else seemed to know what it was. It was made worse by the fact that there were labels on the food to tell you what it was called but Romeo couldn't read them!

Luckily the people who were serving the food were happy enough to tell him what everything was called, so when they had told him they were serving Pizza he had asked for that; glad to recognise the name of something.

However when he had been given the pizza on his plate he blinked at it in confusion. This didn't look like any pizza Romeo had ever eaten before, he had had it when he was little back before the drought had came and they had no food. Even in the fancy stalls in Milano that he had seen in his time there he had never seen anything like this.

Still he was always up for trying something knew, and he had tried a lot of strange things since coming to this school so he went and sat down at a table and tried the strange looking pizza.

And nearly choked... what was this? He grimaced as he chewed it and swallowed it, who on earth thought making cheese hot and stringy was a good idea? And putting it on pizza? "This isn't pizza!" He frowned but he took another bite grimacing again at the strange texture and mix of tastes. This was disgusting.

[greennotgold]

Lunchtime! Fletcher was sitting at a table with a tray in front of himself, chowing down. He was a bit worried about how things had been switched up this week; what was going to happen at the end of the tournament? At least he didn't have to fight anyone, though...

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Utena's plate was piled high with everything but the main course tonight: egg salad sandwiches. For some reason, that one kind of food made her intensely uncomfortable. So it was all appetizers today.

She turned, looking for familiar faces. She could sit with the basketball team but they were always vaguely resentful after she beat them.

[idkmybffxiao]

[See Mei sulk. See Mei sulk FOREVER. Where is she sulking? At a table somewhere, poking despondently at her lunch. Why is she sulking? Because she has been ever since someone, in short, explained to her that she qualified as...

Well...

A TERRORIST.

That it had come from a friend had made it ten times worse.]

...but we're the heroes...

[She mumbles it to herself and turns the food on her plate over again with a fork. Siiigh.]

I totally had (shitty) pizza available every day at my American high school

[cheesetwo]

[C.C. is poking at a plate of spaghetti and ground beef with her spoon as her fork and knife sit unused on her lunch tray. It was the closest thing to pizza today, apparently, though it's not exactly something that she's having an easy time eating. Not that she really wants to, but well. At least it had some cheese on it...]

[dancingflames]

[Mai eyes the mound of orange noodles sitting in front of her, sitting next to a tall pile of white mashed potatoes and brown gravy. Both the noodles and gravy were visibly covered in a film of grease that really did not look appetizing.

Sure she's had macaroni gratin before but...this was way greasier than anything she's ever eaten before. She definitely should have made a bentou this morning...

She finished the fruit cocktail, at least. Not really in her tastes either, but at least it was edible.

Giving up on her lunch, Mai looks at her reflection on the underside of her spoon. She tries smiling, but all that happens is her face looks weird. No matter what way she moves her cheek muscles, the end result is more or less the same. No smile. She sighs audibly.]