There was fried chicken in the galley. FRIED CHICKEN! Probably the most sinful, fattening food there could ever be!

Darya smiled and took a bite, listening to the crackle of the breaded coating as she chews and swallows. 

Sweat beaded on her forehead as her smile froze, her gut rippling with cramping muscle and discouraging noises.

"Oh..." she managed, before dashing off for the nearest bathroom.


The door to her cabin slid open. For a moment, Darya stood there, gathering herself, then with a groan she gingerly stepped inside. A glance at the mirror, her clothes were all askew. One might think she'd returned from a wild party, until they got a whiff from her that could choke a goat. 

Her stomach growled. With a sigh, she fumbled for the nearest box, pulling out a cold metal bottle of Special Dietary Supplement MLS-2. Somehow she managed to twist off the cap, then her thirst took over, upending the flask. A trickle of red began to run down her cheek. All too soon, it was empty. Darya shook it, then tried tapping the bottom to get one more drop. In frustration, she crushed the metal bottle in her fist, then tossed it towards the waste bin, only to hear it clatter on the floor.

Darya glanced towards the open box, wanting a second - but instead, she staggered over to her rack and slid inside as the fluid churned in her stomach. A tube of her chocolate buttons was there in the book rack, Darya took a few and  slipped the tube back to where she found it, then sighed, chewing the chocolate, hoping to drive the foulness from her tastebuds.

How could anything so good taste so incredibly... [i]bad.[/i]

Grabbing a throw pillow, she curled herself around it.