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Ace emerges from one of the side hallways where she had spent the night, curled up in her oversized bomber jacket. It wasn't as if she'd never done a thing like that before. And while the packet of crisps in her pocket had tided her over for the night, she was beginning to wonder how anyone got food around here. Someone had mentioned something about the rats, so she thought that maybe she would have to catch one. Hopefully she did not have to go on and eat it.
She scrubs at her face with one hand, trying to force her brain to sit up and pay attention, while looking about blearily in the hopes that someone would help her out. Or that someone would pick a fight and she'd get a chance to work off some of the frustration she felt at being swept off to some distant part of the universe again.

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(OOC: Ah, Millitime. How I love thee...)
::walks over from the entry, one eyebrow raised:: You all right?

((OOC: Amen?))
"I'm hungry." Ace replies sleepily, in the reality where she didn't find Tim. She offers her hand to the young woman. "'Lo, I'm Ace."

I'm Jane. Nice to meet you. ::returns the handshake::
I think they have buffet tables set up, at the moment. ::glanes down the bar:: That'd be a yes, actually. And come to think of it, I should probably eat something myself.

"So... I'd just... grab sommat?" Ace ventures. Food without traps, or mind games, or horrific consequences? Why is it the Professor can never land on worlds like these?

Well, yeah. You'll have to pay for it eventually, but that's just money.

Suspicious from her recent adventures, Ace feels the need to clarify.
"Money as in some monetary form of payment, like coins or goats or whatnot, not human sacrifice or something terribly unpleasant like that?"

The former. Human sacrifice is most likely a bit too messy for this place, never mind the 'no violence in the bar' rule.

"Ah, ace." Ace grins, through she does her best to hide her disappointment in the 'no violence' rule. She supposes they would disapprove of the Nitro-9 that's tucked away in her boot as much as the Professor would.

So. Shall we get some food, then?

"Sounds like a plan." Ace replies eagerly. Since Jane doesn't seem to feel like leading, Ace ambles over to the buffet and stares at the mind-boggling array of food. There's some stuff here she most definitely doesn't recognize.

::Jane helps herself to some pasta, avoids the red stuff that looks suspiciously like whatever's all over the one shelf in her family's fridge back home, and - wait, are those paradoxes? Brilliant. She takes about half a dozen of those, and decides that's enough for a start, at least::
Should've got something to drink, too. Oh well.

Watching Jane, Ace shrugs and digs in. She ponders the pizza, which she had been introduced to on one of her adventures, but something else catches her eye.
"Brill!"she exclaims as she piles up a plate of beer-battered fish and chips.

Huh. I didn't even see that. Might have to get some on the second trip.

Ace grins smugly.
"Comes from having to save the world too many times, that does." she pronounced. After all, there should be some reward for what she has to put up with.

Really? Sounds interesting.

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