Caesar Zeppeli (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2015-11-15 10:15 pm
mylegacy) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-15 10:15 pm
Entry tags:
five ○ voice / action
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.]
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.]
no subject
Put it in the microwave. Or use your laser eyes, I'm not particular.
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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.]