<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/Micah_Armstrong.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Micah Armstrong</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Canteen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Xander R. Isley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Grabbing food</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Micah grabbed a plate as he entered the mess hall, walking down the line of food, shoveling on some of the less healthy options onto the plate. "God this looks good." He grinned. "I'm guessing your more of a fan of the green stuff?" He said as he walked back to the tables, sitting near the middle of the crowds. "What did you pick up?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Major Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Canteen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abigail "Abs" Carter. Juliet Franklin.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Eating lunch.</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Jack smiled. "Hey, you know I'm okay with it, she was only being inquisitive." Jack stood up, collecting his food along with Abs, also grabbing a healthy amount, with slightly more vegetables. "So what about you Juliet, how did you end up on the big red?"