006 - And now we present Sokka in an act of desperation

[alwayscomeback]

Who: Sokka and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: 11th

[The feed turns on to Sokka looking exceptionally miserable, the Blue Fish's kitchen as his backdrop. He turns to wave a hand at the empty kitchen, because this is an important part to his point.]

Do you see that, Flooters? Do you know what that is? That is a kitchen devoid of a cook, which is just about the saddest thing in the universe. Even sadder than a turtleduck with one leg. It's that sad.

SO! Does any cook here want to help out the Blue Fish? We have every single upgrade at your disposal if you want to come cook for us! We even have frozen meat and fish, hunted fresh by your handsome captain here.

[He's turning on the puppy eyes. Don't stare too much into them, they'll steal your soul.]

Please. We might die. Pleeeeeaaaaaase feed us.

Comments

[stickupherforehead]

...Isn't the paste already edible?

[Pearl isn't even looking up from whatever she's doing, but it doesn't take much effort to be an Insensitive Alien who doesn't need to eat.]

[geonomy]

You'd think, right? [EXAGGERATED EYEROLL]

[save_the_souls]

We're breaking up.

[It's not at all serious BUT RUDE CLAY. RUDE]

[stickupherforehead]

[she was about to respond when Allen speaks up.

Blink.] Well, that was a quick relationship.

[and she just found out about it too.]

[geonomy]

Pearl. My heart. It's broken now.

[He says as he leans back in his chair with both hands over his heart. The huge smile on his face is totally contrasting all of that, though.]

[save_the_souls]

[Allen meanwhile, has to cover his mouth to hide his grin, though it sure shows a little in his voice]

Yes well, you brought it upon yourself.

[stickupherforehead]

[okay. There's a disconnect between Clay's words and his facial expressions. Maybe the shock of it is causing some neurological impairment.]

Clay, do you want me to punch anybody?

[violence fixes most things. She is also being completely serious here.]

[geonomy]

[Oop, damage control. Clay sits up straighter and holds his hands out as if to tell her to stop, though there's still a big smile on his face.]

No, no! It's fine, we're fine! No punching necessary! But very, very appreciated!

[He likes knowing bird mom cares okok]

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[alwayscomeback]

You know, you can really go off a person.

video;

[geonomy]

[LAUGHING OMG]

Don't worry, we'll help you out! Anything we need to know? I know Allen's a vegetarian.

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[alwayscomeback]

You toy with our emotions so. Such cruelty.

[At least he's smirking. It's funny.]

Nope, Allen's the only vegetarian here, the rest of us will eat just about anything.

[alwayscomeback]

Okay. But you're missing the point.

The paste is gross. And not real food.

[stickupherforehead]

Doesn't food turn into mush inside your bodies anyway? So really, they're saving you a step.

[alwayscomeback]

OH WOW.

NO.

Part of enjoying food is the taste and texture. To enjoy every single mouthful. All the smells and deliciousness combining into something magical. Have you ever had a really good steak?

[stickupherforehead]

[as Sokka talks, Pearl wraps her arms around herself and shivers, trying not to think of all the mastication and slobber that goes into every. Single. Mouthful.]

No I have not and I have no wish to partake in such an activity. Again. [there's another shudder at the mere thought of it]

[alwayscomeback]

[So much slobber. Slobber everywhere. ]

Are you sure? It sounds like you didn't do it right the first time around.

[stickupherforehead]

There's a wrong way to eat?

[is this why humans die so quickly]

[alwayscomeback]

There's a wrong way to eat if you don't want to savour it.

[techknowlogical]

[Koushirou actually looks up from the control panel, amazingly enough.]

Perhaps one of them would be willing to teach someone aboard the Blue Fish some basic cooking skills, at least.

[Because if they have ingredients like frozen fish it's really not that hard.]

[stickupherforehead]

Exactly.

[nope, Pearl is still elbow deep in the guts of some machine] It's really not that hard to follow a recipe.

[geonomy]

[Clay, meanwhile, is just slowly spinning in his chair like a good captain/pilot.]

Maybe we should write down some recipes for them? That'll surely help!

[dancingmd]

[Siiiiiigh.]

One of us knows how to cook already. The problem isn't that I can't cook, the problem is that I don't have the time to do so for everyone.

[techknowlogical]

If the others know as well that would be useful then, right?

[They could trade off and all that.]

[stickupherforehead]

Ooooh. So you're not as desperate as you first appear.

[also totally seconding Koushirou there]

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

No, no, we just love our food! Any help is greatly appreciated of course, but I didn't want everyone to get the wrong impression that we were literally in danger of dying.