Finally! (Open)

[Artemis Falkland]

Artemis dashed the moment he came into contact with the atomic structure of the floors that were of ownership to the mess hall. It wasn't like one of those crazed dashes one might find, just one of excitement and hunger. And since there wasn't a cook, or at least, not that Artemis saw, in the kitchen, he ought to prepare himself a treat.

Nothing hard, for sure. Artemis wasn't up to par with cooking, and could cook a few easy things, but nothing you would find in the really old texts from ancient Earth. No, nothing of that sort, just a little bit of eggs and cheese with some green onions and peppers. Vegetarian meal. He'd have preferred it to have a little meat, but the meat they had on board didn't go well with the eggs they had. So, no meat it was.

With a pour of some orange juice, Artemis headed into the seating area of the mess hall and sat his things down with his food, opening his book (which he ended up grabbing on when he'd left the young man's dorm to the mess hall) and moving to the page he'd left off at. It wasn't marked, but Artemis had a thing for numbers, and could remember it just as well as if it were marked. Some clatter of forks and the faint hint of his breath could be smelled in the air, seemingly like the rain from a forest shower.