The Cafeteria; Lunch [ 09/09 ]

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Chad was glad he followed his instincts and went down the cafeteria today to see what they had for lunch instead of making his own because it appeared to be taco day. He loved taco day. It had been, for a long time, a rather love-hate relationship, though, considering how he felt that liking taco day was like fulfilling some sort of blatant and uneducated stereotype, but...

Tacos were tasty. He couldn't help that. So Chad embraced the taco day, filled a plate up, grabbed a bottle of Tabasco, and found a seat.


[[ and now I want tacos. This is why you don't do cafeteria posts when you're hungry. Open for all your lunch neeeeds! ]]

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"Not bad," Chad said, nodding slightly. "I should be asking you that question, though. Settling in okay?"

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Eric nodded, although his mood visibly dimmed a little. "Yeah," he said. "Still... processing everything, I guess. But I've got a couple of friends from home, which helps." His mouth quirked a little, a bit of a dry smile. "And they're actually from my home. Since it seems that's not always the case here."

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"Oh, yeah," Chad said, nodding with an understanding grunt as he swallowed down his last bite. "That whole...time, different dimension thing. My best friend from back home is like that. He and I came from the same spot, but he came here two years later, so it was a bit of a...err, shock to see me when he'd just left in Japan."

There was a slight pause, for a drink of water. "Who are your friends from home, if you don't mind me asking?"

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Well. Realistically speaking, 'friends' may be too strong a word. But at least they're familiar people.

"Blair and Chuck," Eric said, and then took a bite of taco. After swallowing, he continued, "I didn't even know they were here until I got here."

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Chad frowned a little as he tried to think back with those names. "I think Blair's been in a couple of my classes," he said, "but I don't think I know them otherwise. They're fairly new here, too, aren't they?"

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Eric nodded. "They both started this summer," he said. "I think Blair was here for the entire summer? And Chuck got sent here partway through."

He looked around. "I'm surprised there aren't more people here," he said. "Do most people get take-out or something?"

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"Or make their own in the common rooms," Chad said. "It's not rare to see someone in one of them," himself included, "cooking enough food to feed an army."

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"Oh," Eric said. "There's food in the common rooms?"

Someone hadn't been doing much exploring.

"Do we have to buy our own, or is there actually food in there we can eat?"

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And now Chad was worrying that either he hadn't explained this as in depth for Eric as he should have, or if his new little brother simply lived in a cupboard all the time.

"There's some there; no one really knows how it gets there, but it's all safe. Those are just the basics, though. Usually, if someone wants something specific or special, they buy it in town."

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"Oh, okay." Eric considered that. It wasn't so much that he lived in a cupboard as it was... he had money for takeout. And also was... not trying, exactly, but perhaps more inclined to avoid people. "I'll keep that in mind, then."

He smiled. "Thanks," he added. "It's good to have someone around who knows so much."

[Sorry! New roommate just moved in and I got dragged out of my room.]

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"Hey, that's what I'm here for. Seriously, bro, if you need anything, you just let me know, okay? Anything at all."