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[heatherthemason]

[ Yay field trip from cells to auditorium? Heather sits on the floor cross-legged with a bowl of what appears to be anti-food. She kinda sits with her back to the stage, poking the anti-food with her utensil. ]Breakfast looks deader than usual. Pretty sure the Health Department would classify this as unfit for any living thing to be around, much

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[penetratingevil]

Health department? [Allen asked her, his eyebrow raised. He'd never heard of anything like it and shrugs once. He warily takes a bite of his breakfast and despite his distaste for it, keeps eating.]

This is what we get all the time on the upper level.

[forever_jack]

[Jack’s sitting nearby eating patiently (he’s had far worse rations in his time) but he looks round curious at this remark.] You’re on the upper level? What did you do to deserve that?

[penetratingevil]

[Allen manages to smile at him politely.] Who can say? I don't know.

[forever_jack]

Really? You’ve really no idea? I mean, they say everything we’ve experienced prior to being here is all in our heads, so I was curious to know if they actually use those experiences to determine our danger level. Because, you know, that would be kind of ironic, wouldn’t it? [He’s just prattling, really, in his usual inane way, but there’s a thread of real curiosity beneath the absurd.]

[twilitpath]

It's almost enough to make me thankful for the usual breakfast we get.

[Because he's certainly not eating whatever this stuff is.]

[heatherthemason]

[ Laughs a little. ]

Almost, huh? At least we can stomach the thought of consuming what we usually get. This doesn't appear to have been food at any point in its existence ever.

[ Tempted to dump it on the floor, but the guards might yell at her and make her clean it up. ]

[twilitpath]

I wonder what it's actually made from.

[heatherthemason]

Doesn't look like anything organic. Wonder if they keep any real food in the kitchen.