five ○ voice / action

[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva, kitchens & gym!
When: Ostensibly 11/15, but really whenever

[His voice sounds muted, almost bored, but anybody who actually knows him might be a little worried at the lack of underlying irritation there. There's the clank of pots and pans in the background, also muted.]

Since we're stuck here for the foreseeable future - I understand that people are coping. [As people do. For what good it does.] I don't have the proper augment, but I know how to cook if anyone wants to learn. I don't have anything else to do. [Besides watch The Princess Bride on endless repeat.]

[. . . And then, almost as an afterthought:]

I can fight, too. If anyone wants that.

[Find him in the kitchens, or the gym on request. Close CR can assume a delivery of a comfort food of their choice.]

Comments

voice

[experiencepoints]

[... aw, caesar. She was going to just put it in her inventory for later, but she remembered how things vanish every night, so now she's eating it so it doesn't vanish.]

You can fight, too?

[mylegacy]

Of course I can fight.

[HE IS SO OFFENDED?? OMG]

[experiencepoints]

I didn't know that. You'll have to show me sometime.

action;

[ino]

[ The terrible thing about having a ninja for a friend is that once she's comfortable with you, she will do this thing where she just appears where you are. In this case, behind him, leaning on a counter ]

I could go for a spar.

[ She'll kick you in the ass again ]

[mylegacy]

Mamma mia!

[Could you, instead, NOT do that. God. He just jumped about a million feet.]

Well, you'll have to wait for my heart to start up again.

[ino]

[ She covers her mouth, hoping it will mask the fact that she's laughing silently at him. ... It doesn't work that well. ]

[truthvalue]

[Souji doesn't expect to see anyone else in the kitchen when he makes his way in, but - it's not a bad thing. He waits until it looks like Caesar's done making his broadcast before he makes himself known.]

Hello, Caesar. Anything I can help with?

[mylegacy]

[Oh. Hello, you. Caesar offers a weak but polite smile.]

Not really. I'm just keeping myself busy, for the most part.

[truthvalue]

[Yep, him again. Souji nods.]

It does seem awfully quiet. Do you suppose anyone's still watching us?

[nextlineis]

[Okay, well, he could respond over the network, or he could just track Caesar down. Imagine which route he takes. Go on.]

You're spending way too much time in here, you know.

[mylegacy]

[He doesn't even bother turning to see who it is, just rolls his eyes and beckons him closer.]

Come here. Open up.

[Here, try this casserole, you shithead.]

[nextlineis]

[Hey, you cannot just dodge what Joseph just said like that and you can't make him do diddly.]

[...]

[Okay, he'll take that bite with enthusiasm, but you are not off the hook that easily!! He will absolutely talk with his mouth full. You are not his real mom, Caesar.]

So. Your master plan to feed everyone on the Fleet until...what exactly?

voice;

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'd like to learn-- the cooking, I mean. I'm afraid all I can do is scrambled eggs and bacon. Are you free now, or shall I wait a bit?

[mylegacy]

I'm free now.

[With the heavy weariness of someone who is always free on the Marsiva, and also of someone who is twenty but thinks he's about eighty-five.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, good! All right.

[Remus isn't ever really chipper, but he most certainly could be when compared to this man. Good lord. HE doesn't bother with good-byes, just makes his way down to the kitchen. Again. Honestly, he should just set up camp with how often people seem to summon him there.

Here he is: twenty-one and a little awkward, his body hunched into itself as he looks around. It's just him and the other man, and he smiles.]

Hallo.

action;

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa doesn't need to learn to cook: food is carved, bought, or stolen. No, she shows up in the kitchen with the boxes of baklava he's made and sent her. ]

What's this?

[ So it comes out sharper than she intends, but in her experience, nothing is free. ]

[mylegacy]

[Oh. Hi, Nyssa. Um. Why . . . do you look so angry about baklava.]

Food?

[sinuosity]

[ Impatiently, ]

I know it's food, why did you give it to me?

Action

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh look, a wild Fenris has appeared!! His comfort food was something as simple as an apple pie, but it was truly appreciated, albeit something he's still not sure he's done anything to deserve. Still, gruff as he is, he is polite, so he'll appear at the door. ]

Thanks you for the pie, that was...good of you.

[Good job, Caesar, your generosity got a WHOLE SENTENCE out of him. ]

[mylegacy]

[Wow, that's more words than he's ever heard Fenris say all strung together. Other than bitter sarcasm, that is. He looks kind of pleased with himself over it for about half a second, then stifles that expression because he's pretty sure it's only gonna piss Fenris off.]

That was a kind you like? I wasn't sure.

[He was also a little insecure because pies are something he makes even less frequently than cake, but. Apparently it didn't suck?]

[wolfuncaged]

[He gives a small nod of his head. ]

It was, thank you. [He smiles, albeit faintly. ]

If you were not sure, you have impeccable guessing skills.

action;

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin walks into the kitchen. Robin isn't exactly in top form, right now.

that's why he doesn't realize that Caesar is already there until it is far too late for him to make a smooth exit. he can't even save it by saying something cunning or clever--he just looks kind of surprised to see him there.]

Oh.

[and that's... all he's got.]

[mylegacy]

[He's covered in flour to the elbows and deeply involved in what he's doing, a frown line between his eyes at the same time as he's smiling sort of grimly, because kneading dough is hard work but it's also cathartic. He enjoys it. He enjoys all of this, these moments stolen from Atroma when he can be productive and almost happy.]

[And then there's Robin, who . . . he hasn't seen yet . . . since - yes. Well.]

Oh.

[Just. Staring a little. Staring and maybe going a little red around the tips of his ears. Maybe.]

action

[tothefly]

[Natasha has been spending considerably more time in the kitchen than anywhere else, these days. At least in here, there tend to be slightly fewer people, and she can just claim a stool at the counter and watch people cook. Which is exactly what she's doing now: watching Caesar as he sets about doing prep work, looking like a man who knows his way around a kitchen.]

Need any help?

[May as well give this another shot, right? What else is there to do here?]

[mylegacy]

[He is, in fact, a man who knows his way around the kitchen. More even than he thinks he does, and if he were more confident or, in fact, more willing to say no to women who ask questions like they're statements, he'd tell her no and maybe feed her. But. Well.]

If you have time to spare. I'm making a few different things, so extra hands won't hurt.