Mess Hall / Commissary

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<Major Ezekiel>

John walked into the mess hall, it was still early so it was still quite full, he got in line gabbed his food and went and had a seat at one of the few empty tables after sitting down he realized he forgot to get the most important thing coffee. So he got up again and made his way to the coffee pot and filled up a glass, than had a seat again.

[Northern Girl]

Tim looked up from his cup and nodded towards Sharp and sot a fast look towards Ashwood, “Don’t worry sir. I think the Major and I can handle them,” keeping his face neutral.
Looking at Black he made a snort-grin and shrugged, “My day off – my decision, okay? Besides, I have tendency stick to my promises, no big deal… I can do what ever I plan to do later today. Like reading some books out in the open…”

He finished up his coffee and dug in to his egg, bacon and bread, realizing how hungry he was now that the head ache was nothing more then a memory, all wile listening to the bantering coming from the table across the aisle.

“Oh true, but that doesn’t mean I won’t still kill you. Major or not.”

Kim only laughed, “Lets how you go past McKinnon”

Claire smirked, “You don’t wanna know.”

Tim exchanged a look with the doc ‘Women!’ then shook his head and continued eating, refraining to comment anything out laud; that lieutenant appeared to have a tongue sharper then what was good for him to know…

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<From Lock Room>

Rachael had gotten totally side tracked on her way to the mess hall, when she finally arrived she spotted her brother sitting by himself. She got in the line and got the normal breakfast, than took a seat across from him. "You look like h3ll, John." She said with a smile.

John looked up at her, "Thanks, real encouraging, Rach."

"So when did you get back from your training exercise?" She asked than took a bite of her pancakes.

"This morning, the exercise went a little longer than anticipated." John said, "I was order to get clean up and than head to the infirmary for a check up. So how was your day?"

"The usual, paper work, paper work, and more paper work. I fell asleep in my office again. Still trying to finish up some reports of the quake. Finally got all of those gone through and sorted." Rachael said smiling, she glanced around the room, looking at the different people.

John chucked at her, "Old habits die hard, sis."

"So how did your team do?" Rachael asked, "Did they meet or exceed your expatations?"

"They preformed very well, had a few unexpected injuries out there." John answered, he was by now finished with his food, but decided that he would hang out for just a few more minutes, the infirmary will still be there when he gets done.

Rachael looked at him and smiled, "If you have to be some where go, I will be heading back to my office, we can catch up later."

"Thanks," John said, "I will see you later than. Take care, bye." He than stood up and took his tray to the trash and walked out of the mess hall.

Rachael watch him walk out and smiled, "bye," she mumbled to herself, than went back to finishing up her food.

<John to Infirmary>

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<<Zach Black ~~ Mess>>

Zach ate and listened to the banter going on next door. Kim, he should have known. So much for the loyal trust rumored to go on between teammates. After that thought ruminated for a moment he chuckled at himself and remembered some of the digs during the visit to Foreston. As the circle completed in his mind he was back to the fact in his self defense he had waited until things were officially public, so Kim was back in the dog house.

Looking up to the Sarge in response to his 'keeping promises' comment Zach nodded. He had pegged the man for that type it was something that made him one to become a friend with. "I didn't mean to be rude with you Tim. To be honest, it is something about the Colonel that throws me off my game. Not that he has done anything to earn it. It is just something I guess I have to learn to deal with."

He looked down and quietly ate more, man was he starving. Dinner had really never happened the night before. His eyes slowly trailed over to Claire. He smirked listening to her go head to head with Kim. The woman certainly had a tongue on her. What the heck had he entered into. She was smart, brilliant, beautiful, charming when she wanted to and young. Maybe too young. One thing was for sure, she had his head and heart twisted in a knot. He had to learn to trust her, he should have known she wouldn't have run to spill this all to Sharp and Kim. If he couldn't figure out how to trust her, this couldn't go on. Great, something else I need to work on.

His thought process broken by Foster's grin and his remark, "Indeed. Women. Indeed" He held up his coffee in a motion to toast the man. "If you get an angle on them, promise you will share it with me, eh?"

[SilverRider]

Mess Hall

Kim rolled her eyes less obviously as she could so Claire didn’t notice it, polishing of her coffee; “Right, I’m out,” she announced as she got to her feet, “I’m hitting the gym,” and then she might hunt down McKinnon if she had any brain power left.

Shoving the last amount of eggs in her mouth, Davis eagerly waved off the Major, “See ya,” she spoke with her mouth full, them and picked up the last of her coffee and drained it. Seeing she had the milk left, she put away from the tray which she carried out towards the cleaning area. Coming back her seat she heard Zack’s comment, “Don’t tell me you’re lazy to find out for yourself, Zack,” she gave out a short laugh, her eyes looked at her newly founded boyfriend - the thought of that send butterflies through her stomach, “I’m off to the translation labs. Catch you boys later,” then she departed the hall by whistling the tune to ‘Careless Whisper’ by George Micheal.



<<Kim to Gym; Claire to Translation labs>>

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<<Zach Black ~~ Mess>>

Taking a swig of the now more tolerable temp coffee Zach felt a wash of relief as Kim left the room. He watched Claire as she strutted across the mess to dispose of her tray. When he realized Foster was on to him he quickly diverted his eyes and shoveled the last of the food into his mouth. He was just attempting to wash the too large bite down when Claire dropped the bomb. Black began to choke on the food, which triggered a coughing fit joined by a rage of pain through his shoulder. He sat there sputtering and spatting. His face a red contorted mess.

Zach was now the attraction of every eye in the mess. He fought his reflexes to bring himself under control. He looked at the woman who was now, he couldn't decide was she Venus, Aphrodite? No, more like Hathor at the moment. He had just brought himself under control when she started humming that song. As the line 'wish that we could lose this crowd' ran through his head he threw up his hands in surrender.

He wiped his mouth with the napkin and took a last swig of coffee. Looking across the table to Foster, "I am sorry Tim but, I think that is my cue to follow. Thanks for the most interesting breakfast." He rolled his eyes thinking does this make me officially whipped? "I am indeed in debt. When this thing gets from around me I owe you several golf lessons." He quickly tossed everthing back onto the tray and picked it up and nodded to excuse himself. Dropping the tray and grabbing a bottle of water Black made a hasty exit out the door.

<<off to a lab ... hmmm somewhere or other>>

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<Mess>

Liam checked his watch and wondered what was taking Natasha so long. Shrugging, he snagged something to munch on while he waited.

[Northern Girl]

“I most certainly will,” with a grin, Tim raised his mug in return, “Got to stick together against them uh?” and then took sip before putting it back down and resumed his eating.
He looked up at Ashwood and nodded a, “Bye Major…” as she excused herself and headed out of the mess hall, and shortly repeated the maneuver as the lieutenant did likewise.
Finishing up his pancakes, he followed the gaze of Black towards the humming Davies and smiled, ‘Yep, love had really hit that poor man. Badly. “Poor” man on the other hand? Naah, luckier… Yeah “lucky” is definitely a more appropriate word…’

His train of thoughts was harshly interrupted by the coughing man across the table and he was just about to get up and do a Heimlich, when Black seemed to solve everything all by himself and handed him his napkin with a teasing grin, half of relief that Black was fine and half of amusement, “Guess I should have cut smaller pieces uh? Never thought you’d try and get half a pancake at a time…?"

"I am sorry Tim but, I think that is my cue to follow. Thanks for the most interesting breakfast. I am indeed in debt. When this thing gets from around me I owe you several golf lessons."

“No problem, I’ve enjoyed it as well.” Tim gave the Doc a smile “Like you said, it’s been… interesting… to say the least. I’m looking forward to those golf classes, though as I said last night; you might want to warn flight control and bring a helmet before we start… See ya’ Doc and umm… be careful”
Okay so he’d promised to not harass the man, but some friendly bantering could never hurt now, could it?

He watched Black leave the Mess as well and found that within minutes he was all alone at his table, ‘Oh well, never mind…’ and then continued with his pancakes while pondering on what to make of his day.
A few minutes later the plates were empty and he’d come to a decision, so after having placed the tray in the rack, he walked out from the mess hall, heading down stairs to his quarters.

[Oranos]

Robert finished the last of his meal. Under the circumstances, none of it had been particularly appealing.

He sighed. There had to some way to distract himself. Only one possibility came to mind.

He rose to his feet and proceeded to drop off his tray and dishes.

<<To Hangar Bay>>

[TheXym]

[from Blue's office]



McKinnon entered the mess hall with a wide smile on his face. He chuckled to himself as he realized Bellano's speculation was actually on target. Had Chris spilled something to him? He shook his head as he realized Sharp would never do something like that, though it had to have been killing him to not let it slip at breakfast. "Hopefully Kim won't be too upset about missing her for breakfast, but I'll make it up to her regardless." he thought to himself.

Sidling over to the line he saw Lindbergh wink and disappear into the back. As he worked his way through, he took a large helping of french fries, and a chicken cheesesteak, slathered with peppers and onions. Lindbergh returned as he hit the beverage station and handed him a large carafe of coffee. McKinnon just grinned and thanked the airman, and also added a glass of root beer to his tray. Stopping at the condiment table, he grabbed an extra napkin and poured some old bay seasoning on his fries and also grabbed a small cup of hot sauce to dip them in.

As he turned to grab a seat, he didn't see any familiar faces, so he took a seat in the corner, providing him with a view of the entire mess hall, and no way for anyone to sneak up on him. He thought back to the new arrivals in Blue's office. It would be amusing to catch up with Oxford, and if he happened to do any plotting with Hutchinson, it'd make for some mostly entertaining moments on base. The other guy seemed to be pretty content with staying under the radar, but he'd get to know him soon enough. The blonde captain... he shook his head and smiled. She was definitely very striking, and considering the recent relaxation of the frat regs was most likely to be on the radar of just about every eligible guy on base. He'd gotten a wierd vibe from her, as if not everything was as it seemed, but he shrugged it off. Pausing for a moment, he decided he'd put his money on Chris making a move for a couple reasons - first, he knew Chris couldn't help but notice her, and second, it'd be amusing to see his friend in the same situation that Lance himself had been in recently.

He took a bite of the chicken cheesesteak and savored it. The peppers and onions had been sauteed to perfection, and complemented the spices added to the chicken perfectly. He cleansed his palette with a sip of root beer then tried the fries. He'd always loved bay fries as a kid. He continued to chow down while waiting for a familiar face to walk in.

[Vincent]

Chief Master Sergeant Ray Bellano

And it wasn't long he had to wait. Okay maybe it wasn't the friendly face he was looking for, but it was *a* friendly face. Ray gave him a friendly smile as he passed on his way to the counter, getting a good look at what McKinnon had taken, and as he stepped up to the counter he grabbed the same. The hot sauce was Swanson's own, and not to be scoffed at. Then again the head chef was always found of his jalapeño chilli peppers, especially in his special salsa.

He loaded up the tray with the same food as McKinnon had (the coffee was neither on offer nor wanted at the present moment) and headed back to his table.

"Want some friendly company, or are you waiting for proper company?" He smiled crookedly. "Talking of which I told Ashwood why you couldn't wait for her, nicely too and discreetly."

[TheXym]

McKinnon half-smiled wryly as Bellano sat down. "Help yourself. Oh.. don't let it go to your head, but you were actually right this morning. I'm the new CO of SG-3." At Ray's comment, he blanched slightly. "Thanks. I guess I should ask for the particulars so when I see her I don't get you in more trouble for covering for me." He grinned. Despite his occasional over-the-top banter, Bellano was a good guy.



((OOC - snow storm impending here, possibility of no school tomorrow. SR or Vincent feel free to hijack Lance as needed to keep things moving))

[Vincent]

Chief Master Sergeant Ray Bellano

Ray smiled, taking a seat and relaxing casually back into it.

"Really? Congratulations!" It certainly was a surprise, he quickly though of who was on SG-3, Colonel Harvey... well obviously not any more. Captain Tyler... that sparked another name... Ryn Ch... Chorizo? No she wasn't a sausage, well not to humans at least. The Tiger-deer might have had something to say about that. "Uhh... I don't know if I'm quite right, but I seem to remember a team mate of Captain Tyler was attacked by an ex-member of the local wildlife, Ch... something I think her name was."

Ray's train of though stopped at the signals as a more important one whistled it's proverbial whistle as it passed by at a rate of knots.

"Oh nothing bad. 'McKinnon gives his regards, but he had to go do some paperwork' or something along those lines." He recalled it perfectly without realising. "I think she might have raised an eyebrow at me, but I had to hurry away to tend to the monkeys before they got too greasy."

He chuckled at his own joke, digging into his food. Swanson and his crew had done wonders as usual

"Don't worry about getting me in more trouble, I'm sure she'll forgive me for trying to help you. It's you who'll get a roasting if she finds out you neglected to give her a message." He winked at him. "Women can be fickle creatures."



((Aww, well I'm sure the kids'll be happy with a day off school And sorry Ryn, once I thought of that little gag I had to include it oh and sorry to all women too, you're lovely and fickle, both are compliments, honest!.))

[TheXym]

McKinnon raised an eyebrow at the recounting of the animal attack, it meant he'd have to likely head to the infirmary to introduce himself as the new team CO. As far as the chorizo pun, he had to stifle a chuckle, as it reminded him of a bit the comedian Pablo Francisco had done on his Knee to the Groin album. He'd laughed way too much at the CD when another pilot had loaned it to him a couple of years previously.

After Ray explained what he'd said to Kim at breakfast, he smiled and replied, "Thanks, and it's actually the truth, so no worries. And, in any case, if it's my slip-up that upsets her I'll definitely step up and take any heat necessary." After a couple more bites of the fries slathered in the hot sauce, he decided to address his grease monkey pun. "As far as the monkeys getting over-lubed, don't pick on the new guys too much and send them to the quartermaster for a box of grid squares or anything like that. Some fun is good, but you may end up having one of them one-up you. There was a guy in the survival and evasion class I was in that really ticked off the instructor. The instructor liked to send trainees for false items, like left handed smoke shifters and so on. He sent this guy to find a T R double E. He headed into the woods, chopped down the biggest one he could drag, and put it on the instructor's jeep."

He chuckled at the retelling, then dug into the chicken cheesesteak, savoring the juices of the marinade blending with the melted cheese as he chewed. "What else is on your plate for the day, Ray?

[Vincent]

Chief Master Sergeant Ray Bellano

Ray chuckled at McKinnon's story.

"Skyhooks is always a good one for us lot. But the old classic is send them to someone for a long wait. I should try that with Sharp one day." His eyes gleamed over for a moment in thought, he returned back to the land of the living smiling.

"Actually I've got nothing to do at the moment, the Humvees are in for a service and helping will double the time that takes. There's a single F-302 left which isn't exactly my area of expertise and the chopper's waiting on materials. I even finished my never ending pile of paperwork!" He grinned, eating more of the meal. "So I've got a rare afternoon off... you?"