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

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[ah. for as stupid as this is, this is a language that Robin very much understands. he's extremely comfortable with it. the swearing, the violence, even his getting flustered--it reminds Robin of some things he's very fond of from back home.

so, he's finally comfortable here, lifting his face up from the table and rubbing his nose. he's tired and hungry and worn to the bone emotionally... but this is safe, and nice, and the comment makes him laugh like nothing was ever strange.]

You really didn't like that one, huh. I thought it was clever...

[mylegacy]

Hmm.

[It's a good way to avoid all the feelings, isn't it. This is playing, right? It's something he's learning to do, playing on an even field, safe and normal. Normal-ish. As normal as it gets.]

You have to earn nicknames, pettirosso.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he chuckles about that even though he really shouldn't, resting his tired face on his hand.]

Don't go starting that again, sirreyr.

[mylegacy]

Don't tell me what to do.

[Where did the rest of his dry ingredients go . . . oh, there. He shoves a bowl with half a stick of butter in it in Robin's direction.]

Melt this.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[touchy, isn't he... but his smarmy mood is once again interrupted as he frowns down at the contents of the bowl.]

What do I look like, a microwave?

[mylegacy]

[The flattest look in the universe.]

Put it in the microwave. Or use your laser eyes, I'm not particular.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I don't feel like getting up.

[he slides uselessly back down against the table, though he continues to keep his eyes narrowed at the bowl. maybe he does have laser vision, and he's powering up...

or not. he puts his head back down, twirls his finger aimlessly, and mumbles some line of ancient language (Gera, da gat'l myl ca'am, sirn selhem sersta jamelt'z). nothing appears to happen, though if Caesar is observant enough, he'll notice the top of the bowl is giving off warmth like it'd just been taken out of the dry cycle of a dishwasher or something.]

[mylegacy]

[. . . Hm.]

[He probably should be irritated. But when he puts his hand close to yank the bowl away, he has to pause when he feels that warmth. It's - magic? Some kind of magic.]

[Curiously, he looks up at Robin with wide eyes.]

That's not much.

[But it's pretty cool anyway.]