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[survivalistcookbook]

Who: Eugene Woods and you!
Broadcast: Video, Fleet-wide
Action: Kitchen of the Vanquish
When: August 31st


Hey, guys.

[Eugene gives a wave to the camera, seated at his usual spot in the galley of the Vanquish. He's been making an array of flavored noodles by the looks of things, the hand-cut and variously-colored lengths of them draped out to dry on makeshift racks spread along the table.]

Serious question time - what do all of you do to not get crazy cabin fever around here? I mean, I'm not even a claustrophobic kind of guy. But this is a little too much sitting in a tin can, and I cannot be the only one wearing out the charm of their sudden knowledge of some random aspect of spacefaring life. You all have got to be cultivating some kinds of hobbies, right?

[He pans out across his work.]

Rustic-style flavored pasta to the best tips for things to do other than stare at the wall or carry out your work assignment. What's going on out there in the fleet at large?

Comments

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[survivalistcookbook]

[There are more places like this? Where people just appear and vanish? That's bleak enough to not merit interrupting for on its own, and he keeps his mouth firmly shut, leaning in closer when she shows off the pendant.]

Wow. That's gorgeous.

[He leans back before he can linger in that space too long.]

Sorry to hear about that.

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[touchofrogue]

[A faint flicker of a smile.] He's a bit of a show off.

[Understatement of the decade. She let the pendent fall back against her body, forced her hand back to her side.

She could only give a half shrug at Eugene's expression of sympathy. What else could you do with a heart that had been torn through and still beat, bleeding?]

It wasn't great, but... [that same soft smile, lingering a little longer now with hints of deep attachment.] it was worth it.

[All of it was worth it.]

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[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene tries to ignore how his chest aches with those four words. He doesn't disagree with a single one of them - it's more that he doesn't know if he'd be able to say those words, himself.]

That's probably the best thing you can say about any relationship, right? [It was worth it. All of it. He gestures at Rogue, mustering up a bit of a smile.] We really need to set up a bar. A galley kitchen is not even a worthy venue for all of this sage life philosophy.

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[touchofrogue]

[She forces a smirk.] If we had real sage, it'd be a better kitchen.

[Sorry, not sorry, still resonating with the ache of remembrance. Bad jokes are an eternal refuge. Sighing a little, Rogue rolls her shoulders.] Instead all we've gotta put up with is a cheap imitation.

[So don't you go inferring she's wise, Eugene Woods. She knows better than that.

And on to a topic change:] Speakin' of, how's that little side project of yours goin'?

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Just about done! I think we've ironed out a lot of the kinks.

[He will take that topic change and happily, thank you.]

The next step is to make something with a little less burn. The only thing for this stuff is going to be mixing it with soda.

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[touchofrogue]

If ya can even call the stuff they give us soda.

[Rogue remains a Pepsi purist, okay?]

Not sure how they managed ta make it bubbly an' flat at the same time...

[THESE PEOPLE. Listen, when you were down to four senses and they start mucking about with the one where you get your main sensory input, it's a little aggravating. Just a touch.]