four ○ video / action

[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar Zeppeli and u! Also Joseph Joestar's birthday party and u! MULTIPURPOSE
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Caprine! Because this mess is not happening on his ship.
When: Wednesday, September 23; Sunday, September 27.

video } wednesday, september 23

Someone needs to explain fried chicken to me.

[. . . no, that appears to be the lead-in to this video. Caesar looks a little offended, and he kind of is; this has actually been explained to him, but there are, in his opinion, a hundred better things you could do with a chicken than fry it. Sacrilegious. No one ever take him to an Olive Garden.]

It seems like a good way to dry the chicken out if you're not careful. And frying is so unhealthy. [Why not dunk it in alfredo sauce instead.]

Also, what the hell is coleslaw.

Also, I do need help with some baking. A cake.

[What was the other thing. Oh, yes.]

Joseph Joestar's birthday is this Sunday. He's been forbidden from talking about it, so I encourage everyone to talk to him about it as much as possible.

[What a good friend.]

action } sunday, september 27

[On Sunday, because he is a good friend, an absolute shit-ton of food appears; because he holds the sanctity and cleanliness of his ship to be pretty sacred, it appears in the Caprine's cargo bay. Decorations are hit-or-miss, in part because that's not really his strong suit and in part because he's pretty sure Joseph won't actually care. There's food.]

[Although there are other things too, past the small mountain of non-nutritional-paste foodstuffs. Music, for one thing, although it's a strange mishmash of things that sounded familiar to a 1930s ear, things that didn't totally offend him, and things that other people contributed. About halfway through the afternoon, something roughly analogous to hip-hop crackles across the speakers, startling everyone, if by everyone you mean probably just Caesar.]

[It's a party, y'all. Have fun. Don't let Joseph eat all the fried chicken.]


( ooc; OBVIOUSLY THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP SOONER, but due to Reasons it did not. if you don't mind, please keep birthday mingle stuff under the toplevel i put up for it - otherwise go nuts and have fun! ♥ )

Comments

[truthvalue]

I mostly cook too ...

[He shrugs. Somehow he just knows this stuff thank u cook augment.]

There are a lot of options, actually. Eggs mostly act as a leavening agent, so they make the cake fluffy. But you can substitute fruit, like bananas or applesauce, yogurt, potato starch or soy flour. Even just vinegar and baking powder will do the trick.

[mylegacy]

[He thinks about the dusty moon and makes a face.]

Probably not fruit. Maybe yogurt. [Like goat yogurt? Is that a thing?]

[truthvalue]

[It's definitely a thing.]

Well, I hope the eggs work out. That would be the easiest solution, since you already have them.

[mylegacy]

. . . I don't suppose you'd be willing to come by and take a look? It's important, and I don't have extra eggs.

[He is pretty sure he doesn't need the help at this point, but he's also pretty sure that Souji is wound so tight he's about to pop a blood vessel, so. Maybe breaking some weird alien eggs will help. Who the fuck knows.]

[truthvalue]

Ah ... I'd be happy to help, but I'm not sure how I can get to where you are from where I am.

[There is no lie here. 8|]

[mylegacy]

Oh - are you on the Marsiva still?

[truthvalue]

[He nods.]

I just woke up here a couple of hours ago.

[mylegacy]

I can come by and get you, then.

[Somebody does not get an option at this point.]

[truthvalue]

OK ...

[He's not actually going to argue, believe it or not.]

Can you tell where I am? [He picks up the camera and slowly sweeps it around to show his location.]

[mylegacy]

More or less. I'll find you, it's not as though there are usually that many people on at once anyway.

[truthvalue]

I'll be here.

[And true to his word, Souji parks himself and waits for Caesar to arrive.]

[mylegacy]

[Lo and behold, it only takes him a few minutes after touching down to find Souji, who looks even more nervous in person than he did over the communicators, goddamn.]

Souji, right?

[truthvalue]

[He nods, smiling pleasantly, and holds out his hand to shake.]

Pleased to meet you in person, Caesar.

[mylegacy]

[Right. Some people greet each other normally in this place. Handshakes he can do.]

Piacere. Likewise. Come on, this place is boring.

[truthvalue]

[Souji nods, and follows quickly behind him.]

Where are we going?

[mylegacy]

My ship. The Tourist. It doesn't have the best kitchen, but it's better than here.

[truthvalue]

[He nods again.]

Are you the pilot for your ship?

[mylegacy]

Ah. [He shakes his head, smiling a little fondly for no apparent reason.] Security. [It's his job to beat people up, in other words.]

I do know how to pilot the shuttles, though. Do you know what you got yet?

[truthvalue]

No, not really. [He shakes his head.] Nobody's said anything to me about it yet. I guess I'll find out eventually.