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Post by Rogue on Oct 1, 2005 0:27:52 GMT -5
Set up like a cafeteria, the Mess serves three meals per day, but the kitchen is always open even when not staffed. Long tables fill the room, each kept clean and neat. While officers do have their own small dining area in a room off to the side of the main mess hall, many choose to eat in the main hall.
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Post by Magik on Feb 8, 2006 12:17:28 GMT -5
((Enter Magik and Carol (with permission) from Limbo.))
In theory, she should have been able to manage quite a few more ports without feeling taxed. However, the combination of the alcohol from before, the cross-Atlantic jaunt and subduing the mutant terrorists had taken more out of her than she had originally thought. As the familiar walls of the mess hall shimmered into view around them, she placed a hand on the nearest table and leaned against it for a second before shaking off the fatigue.
"There we have it. One trip to hell and back. I won't even charge you extra for the lingering smoldering flesh smell," she said with a smirk as she glanced surreptitiously around the room. Since it wasn't a peak time of day, it was mostly empty, though there were a few SHIELD agents huddled together here and there, speaking quietly. A number of eyes flickered back and forth between her and Carol and the plates on the tables.
Rolling her eyes, she looked over at her companion. "Perhaps next time I should magic up some smoke. Give the entrance a bit more flash, you know."
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 9, 2006 2:48:56 GMT -5
Carol was more than shocked to hear Illyana said with a shrug, "I suppose it won't kill me. Well, depending on what they're serving."
“Good call.” was all Carol could say before they were taken away one of agent Rasputin’s stepping disks. The form that she teleported between dimensions and spaces. In a blink of the eye they were in the dimension called Limbo. The air was thick, making it hard to breathe, not that you wanted to because it smelled like death. Well, Carol had never smelled the Death but she has smelled dead people. Damn she was so lucky.
Still that stop was less than a minute long. And once again they were transported elsewhere. This time was the mess hall in the Triskellion. Once they arrived she saw Magik stagger for a bit. But the girl soon regained her footing, she did not want to seem weak that was for sure. And she wasn’t. The mess hall was not empty but definitely not full. Their entrance had been obviously noticed and some officers were looking like they should have drool on their chins
"Perhaps next time I should magic up some smoke. Give the entrance a bit more flash, you know." Illyana stated as she looked at her.
Carol shrugged, “What can I tell you? These boys are just getting harder and harder to impress. Glitter might add a good effect too.”
“ What are you in the mood for?” she then asked.
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Post by Magik on Feb 9, 2006 11:45:12 GMT -5
“What can I tell you? These boys are just getting harder and harder to impress. Glitter might add a good effect too.”
Glitter? Right. And next there'd be tutus and pink tank tops to run around the halls in while they swatted each other with overstuffed feather pillows. "Let's save the glitter for Jean Paul," she muttered, easily dismissing the subject and its bent toward camaraderie. Simply because she had agreed to join Carol for a bite didn't mean they were on their way to becoming best friends forever or anything like that.
“What are you in the mood for?”
Illyana shrugged. She didn't much care. Considering the things that she'd learned to eat in Limbo, anything other than berries and roasted lizard was a delicacy. The vague recollections she had of her short childhood in Russia were composed of montages of snow, laughter, thick Slavic words and thick, dark bread. Nothing she could really pin down as a favorite food. "Doesn't matter so long as it's not still moving. Got any suggestions?"
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 11, 2006 3:02:09 GMT -5
Well isn’t that nice. So Illyana could make the joke but when Carol tried to join in it became...not right. Being blunt that sucked...she did not want to braid hair or talk about gossip, just hang out.
"Let's save the glitter for Jean Paul," Illyana muttered dismissive way.
But it was quickly forgotten. The topic of food was next. Carol did not know what she wanted. Maybe something sweet...like cheesecake. She loved Oreo cheesecake. It was so good it was almost as if it was an out of body experience.
Illyana’s tone was kind of uncaring as she said; "Doesn't matter so long as it's not still moving. Got any suggestions?"
“My God, not moving...you really aren’t picky are you.” Carol laughed, “Well it all depends. Did you eat dinner before? If so then something probably dessert like if not then dessert is not the way you want to go, you need something good for the body and the soul.”
Carol began to walk toward the place were you put in your orders, “This may sound weird, but food can reach different levels. Like for example chocolate. People don’t just eat it to sustain their body. It is something that they like to indulge in.”
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Post by Magik on Feb 11, 2006 10:24:41 GMT -5
“My God, not moving...you really aren’t picky are you.” Carol laughed, “Well it all depends. Did you eat dinner before? If so then something probably dessert like if not then dessert is not the way you want to go, you need something good for the body and the soul.”
Illyana frowned, eyebrows drawing together as she tried to make sense of what Carol was saying. She rarely bothered with anything fancy. Most of the time, she simply ate rations. Nothing much in the way or taste or texture bothered her and food was something that had to be eaten in order to keep going, nothing more. Though in Limbo she could magically manipulate her body's energy stores so that she did not need to eat. It was yet another one of the spells she wished worked on Earth.
“This may sound weird, but food can reach different levels. Like for example chocolate. People don’t just eat it to sustain their body. It is something that they like to indulge in.”
Rather than argue, she simply followed Carol, arms crossed over her chest. "I suppose. Tell you what, Carol, you pick, I'll eat it. It'll be a culinary exploration." Even if it was horrible, it'd have to be better than some of the things that she'd dined on in Limbo, and Carol didn't seem the type to order something nasty simply because she could. Besides, she could always teleport it to Limbo.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 16, 2006 3:11:16 GMT -5
Carol expected for Illyana to look at her like she was nuts and teleport herself to limbo. Yet she did not do any of those two things. She was actually quite agreeable on the subject, "I suppose. Tell you what, Carol, you pick, I'll eat it. It'll be a culinary exploration." Magik said as she walked behind her with her arms crossed across her chest.
The gesture was subtle, but if Carol remembered correctly, people tended to do that to close themselves off from others. Still, baby steps here. I mean she got the girl to come eat with her which was a giant hurtle in her humble opinion. “Alright. Well I think you would like some...Italian food. I love it. It’s rich and tasty.”
Turning to the lady she said, “Hey Marilyn, I know it might be a little bit late but could you do me a favor. I would like the chicken Parmesan. Also I want a slice of Oreo cheesecake. You know it’s my fave.”
“Sure hon.” the six armed woman responded, “You know I will get you what you want. Even at four in the morning.”
Carol smiled, “See this is one of the many reasons I love you.”
“So who is this with you? I have never seen this agent before.”
Carol was slightly embarrassed, she had been brought up better than that, “Where are my manners. This is Illyana Rasputin. Illyana this is Marilyn. Marilyn runs the kitchen from 7 pm to 7 am.”
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Post by Magik on Feb 16, 2006 17:38:12 GMT -5
“Alright. Well I think you would like some...Italian food. I love it. It’s rich and tasty.”
Rich and tasty. Adjectives that meant about as much to her as the food itself: very little. "Sounds fine," she replied with a shrug, following Carol toward the empty food line and the woman waiting behind the counter.
Only half listened as Carol ordered. Chicken parmesan, hmmm? Well, it didn't sound like something she'd have to chase down and spork to death, which was a relief. Now she'd be happy so long as it wasn't covered in some kind of gelatinous green goop.
Illyana rolled her eyes as Carol and the multi-armed woman behind the counter lapsed into a round of pleasantries that they not only seemed to mean but were also enjoying. Taking a couple of steps back, she waited patiently, arms folded, face blank as though there was nothing of any importance going on.
“So who is this with you? I have never seen this agent before.”
The only response she was getting from Illyana was a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. That information wasn't exactly need to know. Not that that kept Carol from acting the good little hostess and introducing her.
“Where are my manners. This is Illyana Rasputin. Illyana this is Marilyn. Marilyn runs the kitchen from 7 pm to 7 am.”
Someone needed to teach Carol about the art of avoidance. It was not, however, going to be her. She nodded, stiffly. "Nice to meet you. I don't find much occasion to drop by the mess hall so I'm not surprised you don't recognize me."
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 18, 2006 4:12:26 GMT -5
It was easy to see that Illyana, was not in her element. The girl shied away from social interaction the same way the old vampires ran away from crosses. Still she managed to be polite once Marilyn spoke to her. "Nice to meet you. I don't find much occasion to drop by the mess hall so I'm not surprised you don't recognize me." Even if it was so devoid of emotion. Not a good situation all she needed was a robot waving their arms going ‘Danger, Carol Danvers, Danger!’
It did not take long for their food to get prepared. Marilyn made sure that their order was one of the cooks priority. God she loved that woman. In ten minutes they had what they had asked for. “Here you go. Now make sure you are not a stranger Ms. Illyana.”
“Thanks, Marilyn.” Carol said with a smile, “Always a pleasure.”
Carol grabbed the trays and headed toward a table that was not near any other with people in it. She waited for Illyana to take her seat and begin her meal, before starting on hers. “So here is a question that I have always had. How did you become ruler of your own dimension?”
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Post by Magik on Feb 18, 2006 9:55:12 GMT -5
The food seemed to be ready in minutes, which was good as Illyana was beginning to get a bit twitchy. Between keeping her tongue in check and not eviscerating the SHIELD officers who were dumb enough to stare at her, she was feeling a little strained.
“Here you go. Now make sure you are not a stranger Ms. Illyana.”
She nodded and mumbled a quick thanks before following Carol to the table. It was rather unlikely she'd set foot in here by herself. The general air of the place was a kind of forced social interaction. Illyana didn't mind the occasional conversation, but she liked the freedom of being able to escape it whenever she wanted. Something about the mess hall was a touch too cloying for her tastes.
Carol's suggestion of the chicken parmesan was actually not bad. It was palatable, completely dead and not covered in green, gelatinous goo. And she hadn't had to lift a finger in its preparation, which was always a plus.
“So here is a question that I have always had. How did you become ruler of your own dimension?”
As she lifted her head, her hair fell over her face again, effectively blocking off part of it. This was not the sort of conversation she was prepared to have over dinner. Or even at all. Better to keep the past where it was. Remote, distant, behind her. "The way kingdoms are usually won, Carol. With bloodshed." Smiling her chilly smile, she returned to the chicken, which had suddenly taken on the taste of cardboard.
Pushing the plate aside, she stood. "Thanks for dinner."
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 20, 2006 3:18:06 GMT -5
At the mention of the dimension she lorded over Illyana’s mood changed. And not in a good way. Actually Carol was starting to wonder if the girl had good moods. All she had seen was anger like attitudes. She was constantly pushing people away. Why she did not know. And most likely was not going to find out. But you are given the cards that are dealt you just have to do what is best with them.
"The way kingdoms are usually won, Carol. With bloodshed." Illyana said with a smile that could only be described as cold, as her hair fell unto her face. Just like it had done at the warehouse. Carol actually got a bit of goose bumps. Then she began working on her chicken again. Which for some reason seemed to be not good enough anymore.
Standing up she said, "Thanks for dinner.
Carol at this point stood up too, “Listen, Illyana, I am sorry if I have offended you. My foot sometimes likes to live in my mouth. Please let’s try again...how about you chose a topic.” To which Carol sat down. Once again the ball was in agent Rasputin’s ball. Hopefully things could still be fixed. If her big mouth had not caused too much trouble.
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Post by Magik on Feb 20, 2006 16:15:54 GMT -5
Carol stood when she did, looking somewhat plaintiff and even a bit apologetic. Oh, really now. What kind of reaction had she been expecting from a question like that?
“Listen, Illyana, I am sorry if I have offended you. My foot sometimes likes to live in my mouth. Please let’s try again...how about you chose a topic.”
She sighed, tapping one foot on the ground restlessly as she glanced around the room. Normally, she would have ported away without a second thought, but Carol really seemed to be trying. The least she could do was spend a half an hour or so with a teammate.
Well, no, the least she could do was teleport to Limbo and chop the head off of some unsuspecting demon.
Still.
Slowly, she began to count down from ten to one in her head. In Russian, which she still thought in and even spoke on occasion, usually when she first woke up. Her mind filtering in pieces of a past that meant very little in the grand scheme of things.
Sitting back down, she folded her hands in front of her. "Conversation's not my forte, Carol, but some topics are not meant to be discussed and my realm is one of those. Fist strike. No more."
She had told Mystique that she didn't suspect any of the other Guard members of anything untoward, which she didn't. But still. It never hurt to probe the waters. Even though she was more than done with the chicken, she proceeded to rend it into pieces with her silverware. "So, Carol, what brought you to the Red Guard anyway?" Not that she cared so much for the background as for the reasons behind the choice.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 21, 2006 2:14:06 GMT -5
Carol watched cautiously as Illyana debated her decision. The sound of her foot tapping was clearly audible, which meant, that even though she had not meant it Carol had pushed a big button. So glad that she could be the great conversationist. And here she prided herself in the fact she liked making friends...
Finally Magik sat down, and folded her arms in front of her again. "Conversation's not my forte, Carol, but some topics are not meant to be discussed and my realm is one of those. First strike. No more."
Okay. This was good. This had not been a total catastrophe after all. Just keep your fingers crossed. "So, Carol, what brought you to the Red Guard anyway?"
“Well, world domination of course. I need something like this to launch it up.” Carol said jokingly, “Actually; I was part of SHIELD before the war. Expertise in Espionage, Infiltration, and Weaponry. I don’t know if you know this or not, but I am actually human. Or was. I guess I am considered a Super being now. There was an accident and I gained abilities. Unlike mutants, who are born with their powers. The easing into my powers was only a week. Not very long time, wouldn’t you say?”
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Post by Magik on Feb 21, 2006 9:16:35 GMT -5
“Well, world domination of course. I need something like this to launch it up.”
It was obviously supposed to be a joke so Illyana tried on her best attempt at a smile. Not a smirk this time but a real smile. It almost worked. For about two point five seconds before her lips decided that they had had more than enough and settled back down.
Carol continued talking.
“Actually; I was part of SHIELD before the war. Expertise in Espionage, Infiltration, and Weaponry. I don’t know if you know this or not, but I am actually human. Or was. I guess I am considered a Super being now. There was an accident and I gained abilities. Unlike mutants, who are born with their powers. The easing into my powers was only a week. Not very long time, wouldn’t you say?”
Illyana had heard some of it before but didn't always pay attention. She was more likely to hear something, disregard it as being boring or useless and then forget it within seconds in order to make room for something else. And there was always the distinct possibility that she had simply not been listening.
A week. A week. Illyana had spent years in Limbo trying to get her powers and her spells to work right, trying to figure out enough about herself to be able to leave. "No, a week isn't very long at all." And subject change again because things were getting a little too personal.
"Given your history, though, one might be surprised that you didn't choose to be some kind of champion for the humans." Not that she believed Carol capable of being some black ops agent planted here in Magneto's Red Guard in order to infiltrate them. If she had been, surely there would have been a much earlier strike. But it did not hurt to gather information.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 23, 2006 2:07:00 GMT -5
It had been a surprise to see Illyana smile. Ok not smile more of a smirk, and yea it did not stay up very long in fact it was almost as if it was never there. But still it meant that the young woman across from Carol was actually trying to be polite. Brownie points for sure.
After Carol mentioned that she had only one week to get her powers down all her companion said was, "No, a week isn't very long at all.”
Then she continued to change the subject, "Given your history, though, one might be surprised that you didn't choose to be some kind of champion for the humans."
Carol smiled, “Yea surprising. Actually, it was because of other humans that I chose to side with Magneto. I saw their hate for things that weren’t like them. It has been that way through history. Cultures submitted to slavery because of their religion. People, persecuted because of the color of their skin. Horrific beatings due to someone’s sexual orientation. Lord Magnus, just wanted a place where people would be treated equally, is that so wrong? So I became the mole for him.” Taking a bite of cheesecake, she continued, “Still with all years I have put in there are mutants that do not trust me. But what can you do. How about you? How did you end up getting this job?”
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