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radiant_sun (radiant_sun) wrote in makebelievelog, @ 2011-11-04 01:08:00

Who: Aeryn and John Crichton.
Where: Dining Hall.
What: Getting some chow.
When: About sixish.
Rating: G.



Aeryn still felt as lost as she looked. While there were people around, they were hardly the people she'd grown accustomed to over the past three years; once they'd been escaped prisoners and her enemies, but time had decided differently. Communication wasn't the easiest. She found herself cursing the one-sided effect of her translator microbes. And then, there was this whole place. Moya's soothing sounds were no more, only to be replaced by noise that kept her awake at night. Or shortly put; she hated it here. Perhaps premature, but what could she do in a strange land, trapped by a language barrier?

And then, there was the food. Her soldier's instinct to eat what she'd been given, failed miserably when it was confronted with foods that looked strange, had names she'd never heard of and tasted the slightest bit funny. Frell, crackers and food cubes seemed like a godsend right about now. But a rumbling stomach had made her go down to the dining hall all the same and get a plateful of alien food - probably the same foods Crichton had talked about incessantly. As unappetizing as it looked, she forced herself this time. And found she did like the little 'green trees', whatever the hell that was.