i was in my zone before you came along ( closed )

[abide]

Who: nick (pushed) & steve (abide)
When: now
Where: mess hall
What: pizza + realizing there are people on the ship who sort of look like you = good fun all around
Warnings: none? probably?

[ By the ship's time and Steve's internal clock, it's pretty late. He's just come in with a few others on a transporter from Del Pascia, still a little hesitant about what it is they're doing there. The AI isn't particularly helpful, and most of what they've managed to find doesn't seem to be enough to fix anything aboard the Moira, but the scenery is different, gives him an opportunity to help others in a way he never can here. So, he goes in his spare time and returns in enough time to consider sleeping before repeating it all over again.

The mess hall is practically empty when he steps inside, only a few of the crew spread out across the tables, but it's not as if he minds, quick to find something light in the remaining food selection and look for somewhere to sit. It happens to be across from someone he doesn't recognize, though there's little hesitation considering the hour and how few people there are left in the area. His smile, as always, is genuine. ] Want some company?

[ If not, he'd go, but it's worth the risk to ask. ]

Comments

[pushed]

[It's true what they say, free food really does taste better. Sure, Nick could argue that it's not really free. Everybody works on this ship, and he's yet to see a paycheck with his name on it. You could also argue that it's fair for them to pull their own weight on the ship that's going to eventually get them home - if that's even true.

Whatever. Pizza always tastes better than bullshit. Especially when it's Chicago style, deep dish, cheesy. Some people might even eat it with a fork, but Nick isn't one of them. He's just trying to get a good bite without burning his mouth when Steve comes over.

No one's ever going to mistake them for twins; it's just not gonna happen. Nick's scruffier, his hair's differnt, posture's different. This guy's a beefcake and Nick's more of a meatball. But the resemblance is still enough to give him pause before he answers.]

...Yeah, sure. [He nods to the other seat.] Knock yourself out.

[abide]

[ Of course he'd noticed the similarities, especially the face more than anything, but it's not as if he's going to point it out within seconds of meeting someone. Really, there's only so much to be made of an encounter like this, and maybe he'd completely overlooked it on the directory because of the differences and a name he wouldn't have recognized. It's not as if he'd chosen this exact table for that reason either. Steve nods his thanks though, sitting and pulling at the sleeves of his uniform so they're over his elbows. ]

I didn't see any of that left in there. [ Casual, still with the smile. ] Is it any good?

[ Not that it'd matter either way. He doesn't remember when the last time he'd had pizza was - probably at least four, almost five months ago when he'd first shown up on the ship - and he didn't have the stomach for it right now anyway. He'll just drink his water and think about how little sleep he's actually going to get before heading off to work in the bow in the morning. ]

[pushed]

[Nick makes peace with it after a few seconds. Really, he's a guy who can move things with his mind on a spaceship with a teenage psychic. A guy with similar bone structure is probably the least weird thing going on in his life right now.]

I must've got the last of it. Sorry. [He's not to sorry, but the guy seems nice enough and it's the decent thing to say. And Nick does glance to see what he's got for some kind of lunchroom trade, but it turns out to be fruits or vegetables or something else he's not interested in.] Yeah, it's deep dish, the only way to go.

[Nick takes another bite before pointing down at the slice.]

I had a job delivering these things in Tokyo once. Lasted about a week. I kept arguing with them about some of the stuff they put on pizza.