the_campus | [FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts

[Taking a moment to peer around the cafeteria, Leo walks over to grab a tray and hesitantly approach the food-counter. Pretty much every option available looks.... equally unappealing.] er....

[Looking up at the rather disgruntled lunch-lady, the German speaks;] Excuse me, ma'am? To be honest, I'm not even sure whether I'm supposed to be here or not... But I can't seem to find the way out, and I was getting a little hungry. So... I was just wondering- do you serve anything here with a little less... well... grease?

[...The lunch-lady merely gives an unamused glare. Leo decides to try again.] I... I don't mean to insult your... fine cooking, it's just--

[Before the rest of the blonde's sentence could even be uttered, a giant glob of... something is suddenly plopped onto Leo's plate.]

................

Is this really..... food..?

[...Whatever it is, Leo supposes it will have to do. With a small sigh, the fighter goes to take a seat and enjoy the free "meal" regardless of it's funny smell.]

((OOC: Well... you've gotta eat, right? Feel free to come and converse with Leo or chat amongst yourselves!))

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Hell, I've bounced around places - been in jungles - so I'm no stranger to improvising. But that...

[ Jake nods at their meal. ]

Wouldn't touch that shit with a fifty foot pole.

Really?

[Leo blinks.] ...Then... what are you gonna do about food?

I haven't come across any vending machines around this campus or anything, either...

[ He tries not to look too concerned with that. He's managed on light to non-existent meals in the past - a few days won't hurt him. It'll also give him time to scout the place, see if there's anything that can work as a substitute. ]

Cross that bridge when I get to it.

[ Jake swipes his hand along the table's surface, brushing off whatever crumbs were left behind from some unfortunate sod's meal. ]

Jake, by the way.

Y'know, by the time you cross the bridge, you may be too exhausted to cross it.

[The German smiles; offering a polite handshake to the man.] You can call me Leo. -Most people do.

I've got experience. I'll deal.

[ He considers not even taking the extended hand but caves in the end, giving the other a firm shake. ]

Leo, huh? Guessing you woke up here like everyone else.

Experience in... starving? [Well alright...]

[But Leo is friendly and totally mostly harmless! See look; even the German's hand is warm and ~~oddly~~ dainty as Jake's handshake is returned just as firmly.] Yup; I'm afraid so.

One minute I was repelling down into a cave- and the next minute I'm falling down into a nurse's office. [Awkward neck-rub.] Kinda hurt a little...

[Curiously;] What about you? What were you doing before coming here?

[HE SAID HE HAD EXPERIENCE. LEAVE HIM ALONE, LEO.]

Out on the road for a well-earned vacation. [Well. More like going back to the merc business. But there were plans for down time somewhere in there.] Can't say if it's a blessing or a curse my bike didn't show up.

Oh... Sorry about your vacation.

But, I imagine a motorcycle wouldn't do you much good in a school anyway.

[Leo eats another bite of the "food"; taking time to chew the gummy "meat" before setting the fork down.]

Urh.. [A furrowed brow.] ...I think... I've had enough of this to last me a while now. [It was admittedly not the easiest thing in the world to get through, and Leo had no plans to get sick by eating too much of it.]

[Maybe not but at least he could humor himself by taking down walls with the thing. It's better than going stir-crazy.

Thoughts aside, Jake smirks at Leo's admittance.]

That bad, huh?

...If you hold your breath while you eat, it's... tolerable...

[A pause.]

[Whispering, so that the lunch-lady wont overhear.] Okay, it's pretty awful.

[FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts

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