Is there nothing deliciously horrid in this establishment?

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Characters: justgetseconds and open!
Setting: Cafeteria!
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Conchita is Not Happy with the bland oatmeal she has to eat.
Warnings: Conchita. Enough said.

[Really. They expect her--her--to eat something as bland as plain oatmeal? She who has devoured such dishes as poison mushroom soup and rotting fruit salad and other such hideous creations? It's almost ludicrous! So she nibbles dejectedly at the bland food. Those who pass may notice this, especially since she is dressed rather richly. That alone may turn heads.]

Really, I would expect they would have something more grandiose for someone such as myself...

Comments

[savedbyasong.livejournal.com]

[So far Shion had been trying to work out where he was, what was going on and meeting the others in he same situation.

Walking past the table Shion frowned at the words. The world had ended and yet some people seemed to think they were better than others. That made Shion more sad then anything]

I think being the last survivors of the ending of the world means we are all equal, and we should be grateful for what we have. It actually tastes quite good. [And have a smile, because he's trying to be friendly, she's proabably just scared and sad]

[justgetseconds.livejournal.com]

It tastes bland. There is no taste.

[Nope, sorry, Conchita is quite conceited. She was spoiled growing up, after all. Still, she'll nibble at the food. If she must...]

It used to be an absolute honor for me to dine at one's establishment.

[savedbyasong.livejournal.com]

At least it is food, no taste is better than being starving. [Maybe she had lived in such a place where she did not need to worry about things such as starving. Like Shion had before he had been taken from No 6. He nodded though, because he had learnt and so would she.]

That might be so but it is different here and we should be grateful we have food at all.