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The Mess Hall is where all passengers of the Titan converge, tell tall tales of battle, and, of course, eat.

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Food:

/Turkey Dinner/
/Hamburger Dinner/
/Cheeseburger Dinner/
/Hot Dog Dinner/
/Meat Loaf Dinner/
/Chef's Special: Today's Special [Pork Ribs/Boneless/BBQ]


Drinks:

/Water/
/Lemonade/
/LemonLime/
/Orange/
/Root Beer/
/Iced Tea/
/Hot Tea/
/Milk/
/Hot Chocolate/
/Coffee/

Finally reaching the elevator that would take him to the deck containing the Enlisted mess hall. He exited the rather large elevator, and after a few more corridors, had reached the cafeteria. It was quite deserted, and no cooks were there. But the automated coffee dispenser. He walked over to the dispenser and entered a few credits, and out popped a styro-plast cup, and the liquid shortly followed. He looked into the steaming cup. Murky, filled with dregs, and nasty looking as always. He took a sip, frowning. It tasted as horrible as it looked. Why do I always expect it to be better? He shrugged his shoulders and downed the nasty beverage.

He saw the sergent begin his meal..oddly enough, he looked familiar..but no. Besides he had other matters to attend to. He tossed the empty styro-plast cup into the waste-disposal bin, and left through the exit, to the Armory, he had to pick up some new armour. One, since his old set had been melted and burned, and two he had been promoted..the doors to the elevator hissed as he checked the halls for anyone coming, he pulled the lever and the doors shut. He went shooting down a deck or so for a moment, then stopped. He proceeded down a long corridor, dimly lit, of course. Why can't those damn designers ever make well lit corridors!He thought. He finally reached the armory and came upon his weapons locker..written in bold on the front was :GySgt Bisenti. Matthew, J.
It made him feel so proud. He donned his armour, puffing out his chest. It fit like a glove and He felt great. His rocket launcher was still in there, one of his boy's painted the barrel with flames..It was Polaski..The one he sent out on patrol and later found dead and burned. He let out a small saddened sigh. He loved his men, and his men felt the same way. He left the launcher in the locker and closed it. Locking it with a digital keypad.
He looked over at the rowdy marines with a scrutinizing glare..but it then relaxed some..Let them blow off some steam.. He then saw a tall, armour-clad figure, it was a spartan. Not the one that he saw back on Theta Halo. This one was taller, and had an aura of power and respect surrounding him. He took a few steps in for a closer look. He watched as he let the magnum bullets fly, all landing right in the Same hole!
"Holy crap." He muttered to himself. He wasn't really aware of him saying it. The SPARTAN turned and replaced the magnum afte reloading it, picking another weapon...
Then out of nowhere, a quiet voice spoke..
"Sir, I need you to sign this release for the med-bay." A scrawny looking medical assistant said.
"Of course." Bisenti threw his John Hancock on the paper, after scanning over it.
"Thank you, sir."
Bisenti sat on a empty metal ammuntions crate, watching the action unfold.

Mathias strolled through the long hall ways, changing level to level, intent on getting to the bridge. He had cleaned up pretty well since himself and the rest of his mess of Marines that had been under his command were brought to the Titan. His face was cleanly shaven, he actually smelled normal (normal to him anyways), and he also wasn't clad in his still relatively new ODST armor. While still new, it was already beginning to show signs of battle either way.

Before he went to the bridge, the scent of hot chow smacked his nose as the lift doors opened on the mess hall deck. What he needed to get done could wait, for now Captain Twombley needed to fill his gut...

Just having arrived from one of the inner colonies, Slevin stepped into the unfamiliar mess hall. He marched right up to the food line and got a small cup of coffee and a dinner hot dog. Time for a quick bite he thought to himself, and sat down alone at a table in a corner, observing all that was going on around him. Nice ship he thought to himself. He looked around at the various marines and started chewing thoughtfully on his hot dog...

A low grumble came from Henops' belly as he moved to a seat trying to keep his distance from most of the other people; prefering to watch them from afar for a bit before getting to know anyone. With another rumble from his gut he looked down to his food and picked up his hot dog meal and began to almost wolf it down. After a few seconds of this he smiled slightly glad to finaly have something in his belly, before he covered his mouth with his hand as he belched trying to cover the sound.
"Excuse me...", he murmured softly to himself as he wiped his hand off on the side of the plate, and began to eat once more.
After a few more moments of this he finished his food and smiled slightly before lightly patting his gut knowing he had satisfied his need for sustinance.
"Now...if only there was applesauce...this would be perfect.", he said in an almost mocking tone as he chuckled to himself.

Recognizing the man, Slevin waved at him and flashed a smile. He yelled, "Hey Ethan!" and signaled him to come over, finishing up his hot dog and sipping on his coffee.

taking it with a solid grip he said, "ya well, the UNSC's got me on this floating piece of metal now" Slevin grinned jokingly, "so how've you been?" "How's.....her?"