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.]

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[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.

[mylegacy]

[Listen, he can't help being an assh-- okay he probably could. But he won't.]

[Anyway, he seems much calmer now that he's done addressing the Fleet at large and is . . . elbows-deep in what is apparently dumpling dough. All Remus gets by way of greeting is a glance up and a short nod; then:]

Caesar. What do you want to learn? Everything?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Er-- that seems a bit broad. The basics would be nice, or-- whatever it is you're making now? I'm honestly not picky.

[He edges closer, peering in clear curiosity at whatever it is Caesar is doing.]

[mylegacy]

[He looks down at the bits of dough laid out on the counter, then down at his hands, which are covered in flour. Then he brushes the hair out of his eyes with his forearm and shrugs.]

Dumplings, for soup. Soup is easy. You just throw everything in a pot and leave it for a while.

You really only know how to do eggs?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Ah, but what do I throw in the pot, that's the question. And yes, more or less. I've never really had to cook for myself before. Hence why I want to learn-- it's a necessary skill, and I do have to live with myself for the rest of my life.

[mylegacy]

Everything.

[A beat. Then he actually does manage a small smile.]

I'll show you. It's a good starter meal - you don't have to make separate dishes, and if you turn away for a few minutes it's not going to burn. I can show you other things, too, of course.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Excellent.

[He smiles at him, terribly pleased by this small kindness.]

How long have you been here?

[mylegacy]

[Hmm. What a polite person. Caesar opens his mouth to say not that long, and then - frowns. Puzzled.]

Almost six months, now.

[He did not realize it had been that long. Damn.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Ah. He wrinkles his nose.]

I really ought to stop asking that question. It never leads to anything good.

In any case: I've only been here a week or so.

[mylegacy]

No, no, it's fine, I just - I was surprised. I hadn't been counting. It's better here than at home in a lot of ways.

[Which probably says a hell of a lot. He chews the inside of his cheek absently, wondering if this is the time to try an experiment. It seems a little unfair.]

I'm sorry you came in when it's like this. Normally things make a little more sense.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He huffs a laugh.]

It's a spaceship. I don't think it would have made a lot of sense no matter what.

[He smiles, though, pleased at the comfort.]

But I appreciate it. Everyone's been quite kind to me.

[mylegacy]

Well, not a lot. But normally less . . . brain-invasive.

[He does not like calibrations. Nobody does, but him extra not. Because he has no chill.]

I'd hope so. Everyone was kind to me, too. Even though it was disorienting.