Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds

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The Hungry [Open]
shevatangel wrote in trans_9
It had been a while since she came out of the pod, and rarely did she ever leave the hangar.  And she lately has just been sitting on the foot of her robot staring off into space quite a bit.  Occasionally she'll walk the compartments around that but rarely seems to stray too far from that area, every day looking a bit paler.

Today she has walked into the town, but really isn't making any eye contact with people as she just slowly walks the streets for a bit, not looking terribly well.  The slop offended her on the issue of no one would tell her what it was made of, and slop on her home world was made from people so she was terrified to eat it, but there was so little other food.

While walking she briefly listened to her stomach and sighs.

"Should have kept more emergency rations on Seibzehn....  Should have kept some on him.  Ugh."

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The day found Lupin, in an effort to be helpful, clearing debris from one of the more commonly-used roads by the expedient of levitating it away. This process was quieter than it looked, and so he heard the footsteps in time enough to turn and spot the person nearby.

Oh dear. She didn't look well at all. He set the block of rubble aside with a flick of his wand, then turned to approach her. "Pardon me, but... are you all right?"

Maria looks up and adjusts her goggles, obviously trying to put on at least the air of someone who's not in poor physical condition.

"I um, just need to find a place with some fruits or vegetables. Maybe that would trade for.... Uh....."

She just sighs and looks down, her stomach betraying her with a loud growl.

It shan't work, Maria. "That would be Hydroponics, but finding something that can be eaten there can be tricky. Having problems adapting to the gruel?" he asked, smiling kindly. He could understand that perfectly.

"Until can find proof that its not like the gruel from home.... I'll starve before eating it. I don't eat meat it uh... Makes me ill."

"I'm certain it isn't meat. Meat tastes better no matter what you do to it," he said, lips twitching wryly. "I don't claim to be any sort of student of science or such, but from what I've gathered, it is simply the various things we need to survive, without any of the substances that make those things taste good, or rather, less terrible than the gruel tastes. I do know it has never given anyone a reaction of any sort beyond disgust, and... well, I'm certain you've seen for yourself that we have all sorts here."

The city was still looking pretty roughed-up from the SHODAN mess, which meant that Allenby had to go in search of some replacement training spots. She hopped up onto one concrete fence to test its sturdiness when she heard the familiar voice.

"Hey there! Maria, right?"

Maria looked up and shook her head looking like she was trying to focus a bit.



Allenby hopped down and hurried over with a frown. "You don't look so good, kid. You catch the flu on Pelau or somethin'?"

Maria shakes her head a bit more and blinks.

"I'm fine. Is there a produce market here?"

"Well, there's a restaurant and you can get food at Hydroponics," Allenby said. "And the glop in the Mess Hall. It is pretty gross, but it does what it's supposed to."

Howard knows that walk. It's a hungry walk, the sloped shoulders and the fatigue. He's seen it before.

"You know there's a mess hall, right?"

"And no food in it, just a chemical slurry that no one can tell me what it is made of."

"Um, okay." Howard fixes Maria with a glare. "If you're going to be picky. At least it's nutritious."

Maria's already made his shit list. That didn't take more than two words.

Maria glares right back.

"Yeah there was something like that at home. Given what it was made of, I learned you don't wanna eat it."

"As long as it's nutritional, who really gives a rat's ass? I mean, if you think starving makes you noble and a martyr I got other news for you."

"Something is wrong?" Erhart rumbles at Maria, moving over from his gunship to look her over.

"Come with me then, I know where to get some good food."

He removes his helm, and almost smiles at her. Almost.

"And you will meet an interesting thing."

"Indeed. A horse that talks."

He begins to walk in the direction of hydroponics.

"Hey, you all right?" Sure, they'd been through some rough times lately, but this girl looked dead on her feet. "Are you sick? I can take you to Medical if you'd like."

Maria looks up, her eyes taking a minute to focus.

"No, I'm just hungry. I don't get sick."

Zouichi frowned. "Well, you'd probably better head over to the Mess Hall or something before the ship decides to give you some nutrient injections. Don't like the food here?"

Which was plausible, of course; it wasn't like the slop was particularly appetizing.

"No one will tell me what it is. There was slop like that at home and I know what it was. If its the same I can't eat it."

"I don't think it's that no one will tell you what it is. No one knows what it is." Best case scenario, it was weird Stacy skin flakes or fungus or something. Worst case: clone meat.

"...but did it occur to you to ask for some other form of food instead of starving yourself? There is a diner here, you know. And several people tend gardens or cattle."

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