<div align="center"><strong>10:15 AM</strong><br/><strong>Hadley's Hope Mess Hall Kitchen (http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Objects/d7fa79d3.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>Grace Johnstone</strong></div><br/>If there was anywhere in the colony that anyone could go to in order to find peace and quiet, it was the kitchen. Well, it was never truly quiet, nor peaceful in here amongst the clanging of pots, the hissing of steam, or the occasional<em>TING</em>of the oven alarm, but Grace was in her zone. She thought she was lucky to be here, to cook for no more than two-hundred people in this colony. It allowed her to work by herself. She was her own boss!<br/><br/>Grace's job on this colony, however, was not as demanding as she thought it would be. A lot of the meals are pre-packaged, military rations, unless there is a special occasion or the logistics manager somehow gets his hands on fancier things. That fact alone isn't entirely gloomy in itself; it gives Grace time to people watch and get to know the colonists that come in to eat.<br/><br/>Done her heavy deeds for the morning, the resident chef of Hadley's Hope moved out of the kitchen and into the hall to idly clean up the trays and cups that her less responsible clientele left behind.