[hr][hr][center][color=0076a3][h1]STEIN[/h1][/color][b]MESS HALL, NEW ANCHORAGE
[sub]AROUND NOON[/sub][/b][/center]
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Food at New Anchorage hadn’t changed too much since Stein arrived at New Anchorage and Graham hadn’t put much changes to the regulations of the mess hall when he arrived several weeks ago. Well, except for the fact that the mess hall was no longer “always open” and that if you missed out on your scheduled lunch or equivalent you would go without food for another six hours. Generally it wasn’t an illogical decision to make considering how much stress it took off the individuals who were responsible for cooking the food. Despite that fact, Graham’s organization had allowed a degree of leniency on food variety and stocks which resulted in food request forms to allow certain officers the right to request a specific type of lunch if they were privy to spending their hard earned credits on that. Stein herself wasn’t too “picky” but even she did have her preferences.

Back home in the outskirts of Seattle, Stein’s meals had been decidedly Pacific Northwestern with the unsurprising lean of Russia due to Volkov’s twenty or so years of incorporating into what used to be Elysian Dream territory. So it was with her preferences in mind that a week ago she filed a request form. Outside of training, simulation, and her mech Stein didn’t have many interests but being comfortable and perhaps a bit nostalgic with her meals was one of them. Her lunch was comprised of Pirozhki rolls, a Caribou stew, and a sandwich with Borodinsky rye bread tailored to Stein’s tastes accompanied by a glass of vitamin-enriched water that sat firmly on the tray Stein held in her hands as she took a seat.

For those who didn’t specify with a request form, it was whatever the cooks made today. As she took a seat she heard a heavy sigh from the command officer who was in charge of seeing the NC pilot attendance through, as far as Stein recalled his name was Jon Ignan.

[color=silver]“You’re late, Van Gent. You know I’m going to have to mark you. Don’t even talk to me, go get your food. Graham will be introducing the new pilots sometime this hour.”[/color]

[i][color=0076a3]Heh. Van Gent.[/color][/i]

Stein shook her head as she looked to her right— the rest was either in line getting their food or sitting down at the table. While there was no “seating arrangement” this one was sort of setup to be the one for the pilots and for the most part the riff-raff left her alone. Well… outside of [i]Vera[/i]. But for some reason Vera didn’t bother her in the slightest, a fact she couldn’t quite get the pulse on.

She looked back to her lunch as she grabbed a roll and dipped it in the stew. 

[color=0076a3]“Things are shaping up… almost like they used to.”[/color] She muttered before taking a bite.