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Trent Roth || 36 || Civilian

[trent-roth]

milenagoh‌:

“Fancy meeting you here!” Milena joked, genuinely surprised that her friend was onboard. 

“I didn’t think that - how are you?”

[trent-roth]

newtonoakford‌:

“Thanks, mate” he nodded, with a tight lipped smile. He walked towards the table, expecting the man to follow. “Oh, hmm” he looked up, trying to think of something. He knew he had a favorite food, but it was always difficult to answer on the spot. “Fish and chips, probably. But, pizza comes very close. What about you?” 

“You’re welcome.” Trent followed, tray in hand, and he sat down at one side, looking up as his new companion answered him. “Fish and chips, huh.” Trent had never really had fish and chips. The only reason he’d known as much as he had, which admittedly wasn’t much, was that he’d been the one trusted enough to commune with the outside world. But that had been the rule: commune, never integrate.

“I like pizza,” he said, almost relieved. A smile broke at the corners of his mouth. “I think I would have to say pizza for me. But without anything on it.”

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brigadebrady‌:

She nodded stiffly, eyeing him with curiosity as to what he might be assuming. “Yeah, given. My Lieutenant General won, only had one extra ticket. Gave one to his wife and the other to me. I was like his daughter, I reckon.” she explained while sitting, extending a hand toward him. “Caroline, nice to meet you.”

“Ah. That was very kind of him. He must have regarded you very highly.” Trent briefly recalled how he’d waived his option to bring someone along with him. The guilt gnawed at his belly in the way that sour food did, a lingering curdling that undercut everything else.

He glanced between her and her hand for a moment, something stopping him from immediately accepting. But accept he did, and he shook her hand quickly. “Uh, of course. You too. Hope you like fake meat loaf, Caroline.” He tried to smile.

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brigadebrady‌:

“I was given my ticket. Hardly earned anything.” admitted Caroline, although she never believed she’d won it. She was recruited. And since the malfunction, it’d all really felt more like a game of Russian roulette more than an opportunity. “Yeah, sure. I won’t reject food completely.” she chuckled.

“Given?” He looked over, his curiosity piqued. How were people given lottery tickets? From what he had understood, they were commodities beyond value, a chance for a new life. Not even the most copious amounts of money could buy that. “Okay. Let’s...ah, would you like to sit down? I’m Trent, by the way. So it’s not accepting food from a stranger.”

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gabbeltran‌:

Her laughed continued for a moment, taking the plate from the man’s hands with a nod. “Oh, so does that mean…” she glanced at him more carefuly. “Are you an android?” she asked, as politely as she could. She still wasn’t sure what the social rules where for that kind of stuff.

Grateful that the extra plate was no longer his responsibility, Trent almost smiled in relief. No matter what he would have said, he probably would have ended up throwing it out anyway. He was used to a world where eating more than one’s share was an offense that warranted banishment from the group. “An android?” He blinked in confusion, startled at her question. “I  - I’m not. I promise. I mean, not that it’s a bad thing, or so I’ve heard. I’ve never spoken with one. At least that I’ve known. Have you?”

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mechcharlied‌:

Charlie pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh at the man.  Those machines were always giving people trouble, and it was sweet of him to try to remedy it.  “Sorry, I just finished.  Why not…take them to your room?  Save them for a weird, cold, midnight snack or something?”

“I can. I mean, I will if no one wants them. But I don’t eat a lot, and I know some people do.” He hesitated. “And not to sound ungrateful, but I’m not sure if this is the type of meal that will keep very well.”

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drjalex‌:

“The rations department considers it to be ‘meatloaf’ but that doesn’t necessarily mean its meatloaf.” He remarks with a bit of rueful humor, tucking his paperwork under his arm as he retrieves his own rations from the dispenser. It was, in fact, meatloaf. In name, at least. For not the first time on this voyage, and certainly not the last, he misses the taste of a home-cooked meal.

“Yeah, sure.” He gestures towards an empty table with his chin and starts making his way towards it. It had been his intention to take his food back to his office, but a little ‘fresh air’ would be nice. ”Don’t think I caught your name.”

“You don’t agree with them?” Trent asked, tilting his head. He wasn’t immune to the humor behind the comment, but he still felt as if he was missing out on the joke. His culinary experience was vastly limited. At the compound they’d eat most of their meals with rice and roasted vegetables.

“Alright, that would be nice.” Finally a small smile from Trent, and he began to follow the other man to the table. “I haven’t said yet. I’m Trent Roth,” he introduced himself, reaching out a hand to shake.

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milenagoh‌:

“Alright, bub. What’s the catch?”

“Catch? There is no ca - oh, hey!”

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romanhartonen‌:

“Definitely doesn’t hurt to hope,” Roman repeated, nodding his head. He wasn’t meant to be in the air, to be in space. His home was the ground and he wanted to be back on that ground as fast as possible. 

“Yeah,” Trent agreed. He tried not to tangle his hands. What could he say now? He almost wished for his position in the compound where he didn’t have to say anything that wasn’t told for him. “I’m Trent. How are you?”

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brigadebrady‌:

Caroline almost snorted. She wished she cold say she was more useful, but - quite frankly she was having trouble collecting reasons why she was here in the first place. “I’m definitely not mate. Wouldn’t matter if I was, we all need to eat don’t we?”

“True enough.” Trent fidgeted uncomfortably. He didn’t feel as if he was worth much on this trip. “But those who are part of the crew should have more. I just won the lottery,” he said, dead serious. “Maybe you would want to split it with me?”

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drjalex‌:

“Hm? Oh–” James looks up from the paperwork he has brought with him to the mess hall. There is a pause in which he processes this information– it is not so surprising that the machinery is malfunctioning again,  though hopefully this time it is not a precursor to the chaos that occurred several weeks prior.

“No.” He replies with a shake of his head. “Wouldn’t be opposed to splitting it with you, though.”

Trent remembered enough of his life before the compound to know that this seemed like an attempt at a connection. He hadn’t gotten to know anyone thus far on the voyage, and maybe it was time to drag himself out of recluse status.

“Uh, okay. I think it’s meatloaf. Or something like it. I’m not sure.” Trent fidgeted. “Did you want to sit down?”

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newtonoakford‌:

“Hey” he turned around once he heard the voice, taking a look at the plate. “Uh–sure, mate. I was just about to get in the line, but I suppose you saved me some time” he nodded, offering a half smile. “I don’t trust the machines, I prefer to get in line and be served the old fashioned way”. 

“Sure. It’s not a problem,” Trent replied, holding out the tray in offering. He remained quiet for a moment, unsure if this was a conversation or a one and done deal. “Yeah, it’s definitely...different from Earth. But it’s not too bad. I don’t mind.” He thought back to his time in the compound. People hadn’t really talked, at least not about normal things. How was one supposed to make good conversation? “What’s your favorite food?”

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gabbeltran‌

“Don’t worry about it. I’m an expert at pressing the wrong buttons. One time I ended up with mayonnaise on top of my dessert” she sighed, but offered a smile. “That would be very kind of you, are you sure you don’t wanna save it for later?”

“Too many buttons for things. I agree completely.” He returned the smile, but it was brief and uneasy before he looked at the ground, then back up. “I’m sure. I don’t really get hungry. Not enough to do, at least for myself. A body needs work to need the calories.”

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brigadebrady‌:

“You should do that. Never know when there’ll be another malfunction and you wish you would’ve eaten while you could.” she said sincerely, dropping the slight attitude when she noticed his lack of response.

Trent was silent for a moment. “That’s true. But you could also store it away.” He was used to not getting by on a lot, but he didn’t figure that would make good conversation. “Besides, you’re probably more useful than me. I’m just a civilian. Should go to you.”

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brigadebrady‌:

Caroline raised a surprised brow at the man. “You’re an idiot for your generosity.” she said with a small chuckle.

“Do you not want it?” Trent watched her without sharing her humor. He might as well have been one of the ship’s androids given the way he acted. “I can always use it as leftovers, I guess.”

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“Hello - I must have - uh, the ration dispenser gave me double portions. Think I pressed something wrong. Did you want the second one? Don’t want to waste it.”

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romanhartonen‌:

Roman tried to ignore the aching pain of the bruises on his eye and nose, unhappy that he ended up in a fight with someone during the mess of the ship stopping so suddenly. “Yeah, here’s hoping this is the end of everything, right? Just smooth sailing from here?”

Trent hummed in response before remembering that he should probably use his words if he didn’t want to come off as rude.

“Smooth sailing. No storms in sight.”

His words seemed stilted, awkward and he was conscious of them. Trent looked down at the ground, eyes lingering on the floor and not the others’ injuries. “Well, hopefully. Doesn’t hurt to hope, right?”