The Golden Rule
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About midday, Arisa took a break from her touring of the Force Academy to grab a bite to eat from the campus' local dining hall. What she found was a pretty basic affair inside a temporary warehouse module repurposed as a cafeteria. There was a large kitchen that produced hot meals from fresh goods right from local markets. For now, the kitchen was staffed by volunteers from the faculty and student body, and there was a dedicated space for allowing people to cook their own meals. On the floor, there were lines of integrated table-stools, ringed by small square tables with real chairs.
Along the beside the kitchen, there was a line of vending machines that offered all sorts of food and beverages as supplement or alternative to whatever the kitchen was serving for the day. Many of the machines contained straight up junk food, but many were dedicated to providing specialized meals to accommodate those with dietary restrictions.
From the kitchen, she picked up an entree of breaded fish with a side of steamed green veggies and a savory pastry. With a craving for something fruity to drink, she picked up a bottle of chilled black cherry juice from one of the vending machines. Normally she would have had to pay credits for being a non-student, but her fees were waived as she verified herself as being a Jedi.
She had found herself inside the dining hall during the busiest segment of the day, as many had taken a recess from classes for lunch. The place was nearly packed, so she had to maneuver all the way to the far corner of the floor where there was still some empty tables remaining. She sat alone, but she certainly didn't feel that way with the loud chatter of the students around her. Mostly positive vibes from the collection of Force Sensitives. It must have been nice for all of them to be with people who could understand them perfectly like no other.
The fish turned out to be pretty good, though she could taste someone had been a tad too liberal with the use of oregano. She had a few bites of that just to sate her immediate hunger, then slowed down to picking with her meal as she pulled out her small datapad in one hand, messing with one of her rhythm games. The game normally required the use of at least two thumbs, but the Jedi cheated by using telekinesis, visualizing her hands moving across the screens to provide input. In that way, she usually scored 100% completion at even the hardest settings, earning herself a spot high on the galactic leaderboards. It was an entertaining means to hone her abilities.
About midday, Arisa took a break from her touring of the Force Academy to grab a bite to eat from the campus' local dining hall. What she found was a pretty basic affair inside a temporary warehouse module repurposed as a cafeteria. There was a large kitchen that produced hot meals from fresh goods right from local markets. For now, the kitchen was staffed by volunteers from the faculty and student body, and there was a dedicated space for allowing people to cook their own meals. On the floor, there were lines of integrated table-stools, ringed by small square tables with real chairs.
Along the beside the kitchen, there was a line of vending machines that offered all sorts of food and beverages as supplement or alternative to whatever the kitchen was serving for the day. Many of the machines contained straight up junk food, but many were dedicated to providing specialized meals to accommodate those with dietary restrictions.
From the kitchen, she picked up an entree of breaded fish with a side of steamed green veggies and a savory pastry. With a craving for something fruity to drink, she picked up a bottle of chilled black cherry juice from one of the vending machines. Normally she would have had to pay credits for being a non-student, but her fees were waived as she verified herself as being a Jedi.
She had found herself inside the dining hall during the busiest segment of the day, as many had taken a recess from classes for lunch. The place was nearly packed, so she had to maneuver all the way to the far corner of the floor where there was still some empty tables remaining. She sat alone, but she certainly didn't feel that way with the loud chatter of the students around her. Mostly positive vibes from the collection of Force Sensitives. It must have been nice for all of them to be with people who could understand them perfectly like no other.
The fish turned out to be pretty good, though she could taste someone had been a tad too liberal with the use of oregano. She had a few bites of that just to sate her immediate hunger, then slowed down to picking with her meal as she pulled out her small datapad in one hand, messing with one of her rhythm games. The game normally required the use of at least two thumbs, but the Jedi cheated by using telekinesis, visualizing her hands moving across the screens to provide input. In that way, she usually scored 100% completion at even the hardest settings, earning herself a spot high on the galactic leaderboards. It was an entertaining means to hone her abilities.