School Lunches That Don't Taste Awful [Open]

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feliciano loved to cook, and that was well-known to people who knew him. When it came to cooking his light-hearted attitude could sometimes change--he could become a perfectionist, very critical of what happened in the kitchen and how the food was prepared. He wouldn't snap at anyone who made any slight mistakes, no, of course not, that would be too harsh, but he would show a bit more concern and agitation, frowning and mumbling and shaking his head, but still never keeping his face from the bright side, and cheerfully helping, offering suggestions, giving instructions, or redoing something for you so you would have it right. He was always hopeful. Even the most hopeless "cook" could succeed, he was sure, and he would help them. It wasn't a matter of passive-aggression, but determination, to ensure satisfaction.

So, when Feliciano was called aside as he wandered the halls, still trying to find his next class, and informed that he, as a servant, was to cook lunch in the kitchen, he was elated to accept the order and ran in the direction of the kitchen, finding it solely on instinct, or perhaps by the grace of God.

On the wall was a list of things he and the others who would soon be in the hot kitchen were to cook, and he frowned at it. "No pasta?" He whined to himself before he noticed that it was a dry-erase board, and the marker and eraser was not far away. He quickly took it up, erased things which didn't satisfy him and replaced them. They had plenty of time, and all the right equipment, so it wouldn't be difficult.

Pasta, pizza, gelato, and one or two other things that one might think of as stereotypically Italian soon replaced everything previously listed on the board. He smiled, accomplished, and went about the room to double-check that everything they would need would be present. He needed to be ready, when others showed up to help him, lest there be a disaster!

However, he'd written one more thing, at the bottom of the short lunch list, in as many different colored markers he could find, alternating between them for each letter:

Make sure you have fun! : )

[Eduard Von Bock]

Eduard having a break in his classes, decided to try and see what was going to be served for lunch. He found that there had been a change in the schedule for the day from what he had previously seen. Some Italian dishes it appears were going to be served. Not that he particularly minded but still, " I wonder how this is going to be prepared anyway," he wondered to himself. Nonetheless he was willing to eat whatever lunch was available providing that it was at least decent quality. Although considering the things he was finding out about the school, he wouldn't be too surprised if it was something rather well made. He entered the cafe to consider what he could possibly care for while sitting at a table to himself.

He wondered if anyone he knew had an idea what the quality of the food was. Even though he reassured himself that it would be good, there seemed to be a strange persistent though since he noted the earlier change in menu. Who actually is going to be making this, he wondered in a fit of concern. He had to keep himself calm as this was just lunch, what in the world was he getting worked up before.It's not like he had ever gotten food poisoning or anything. He also recognized that it might seem strange for a young man to be muttering all kinds of possibly paranoid thoughts regarding food by himself, so he took out a book he had gotten from the library and read.

[Anya Braginskaya]

It had taken a while, but Anya did eventually settle into her dorm room (rude German girls aside) and, seeing as how she was permitted the rest of the day off since she arrived so late, decided to wander around the school... with varying results. All the other students were either with their respective clicks or just didn't understand her; which was ridiculous! Sure, Anya's accent could be a little... choppy at times, but she thought she spoke English rather well for a girl who had spoken Russian with a side of Ukrainian all her life. On reflection, perhaps her appearance was a little unsettling as well, easily being a head and shoulders taller than most other girls, a broader-than-usual frame and violet eyes, Anya figured it would intimidate anyone who wasn't used to it. People outside of the Motherland were odd that way...

Eventually, the Russian made it to the cafeteria, tilting her head in interest at the menu. Pasta, pizza, gelato? Those didn't /sound/ English, and the way the words were written in such colorful markers didn't seem to fit with the clean-cut way the school seemed to function at all. Was the cafeteria student run?

"Oh, how fun~" Anya trilled, folding her hands behind her back pleasantly. Looking around there was only one other student in the room with her; had she come early? It would have been terribly embarrassing if she had walked in on a cooking class that was in progress. The Russian decided the best place to start was to talk to that boy, she did want to make friends after all. That end in mind, she adjusted her little pill-box hat-headband and brushed off the front of her coat before walking over to his table. He seemed so absorbed in his reading, but a short little conversation wouldn't hurt anything, right? "Hello. Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked, tapping a finger to the back of a chair.

[Eduard Von Bock]

Eduard looked up to see a tall young lady sitting in front of him. To say the least he was a little taken aback by her sudden appearance but then again, it was the lunchroom after all. He couldn't realistically expect to be by himself the while time. "Ah, Hello. I don't mind if you sit there." He responded with a slight grin, while nonetheless trying to take in who exactly he was dealing with. The girl looked to be maybe about his height or even taller, he wasn't exactly sure. A bit broad-shouldered let her a distinctive look, he noted.

Normally he wouldn't be one to try and take too much note in what people looked like other than for recognition purposes. Still he had to admit that the girl in front of him made him a little uneasy inside, but he decided not to let any concern show. For all the pleasant girls he had seen, there seemed to be one that caused even inadvertently some discomfort. Odd as this was, there was no reason to be concerned for now. He decided to return to his book though there was no reason he wouldn't talk to the girl if she wanted him too.