We're Riding Solo

[digthefuzz]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

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[digthefuzz]

[UNSURE.JPG. HUDDLES OVER IN CORNER.]

Why don't we... see if there's any space takeout...

[He stares as random things are being tossed into the pot.]

But where's the noodles... and the chicken?

[fishwife]

There's no takeout in space! There's only attractive alien women and giant robots!

[She jams some buttons on the protein dispenser, then grabs the pot and holds it out. As the machine... dispenses, she conjures a lance with her free hand-- what the fuck, really-- and cuts up the protein midair! Most of it falls into the pot. But only most. A few pieces fly out as she slams it back onto the stove.]

I'm going to make the noodles now. Watch and learn!

[She tips some of their flour into a bowl, followed by some oil and water.]

[digthefuzz]

W-well, that's not the worst combination, but still...!

[He blinks in confusion. Did she just summon a lance- what even.

Kurt cautiously steps closer to try to watch and see. Because there's no telling what will happen to him if he refuses!]

I guess this could be educational!

[fishwife]

It'd better be. If you're too sick for physical training, you get to LEARN.

[She tosses the lance aside. It lodges itself into the wall. Maybe it'll repair itself later... probably. As for the noodles, she's busy making the dough. Beating the shit out of it, really. The counter shudders every time she kneads it, which consists of clawing it into pieces and then punching it back together.]

This isn't just any ordinary chicken noodle soup. There's a secret ingredient. [SLAM.] It's VITAL. Do you know what it is?

[She goes on without waiting for him.]

PASSION! Chicken noodle soup tastes like cardboard if you don't care about the people you're making it for! It doesn't mean anything! You might as well just pour it down the drain!

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt winces in pure horror as the lance lodges itself in the wall. And quietly takes some steps back while she attacks the counter. He's not sure if he wants to learn how noodles are made anymore...

He answers her dramatic speech with a nervous laugh.]

Y-yeah... That'd be a real waste. Passion - I'll... I'll write that one down!

[fishwife]

[She pounds the mixture flat, and just to make sure, she pounds it again. Then she begins cutting it into strips with a knife. The mixture on the stove appears to be bubbling ominously, but it smells... good?]

There are things even meek people like you are passionate about, right?

[digthefuzz]

Yeah, sure! Totally! [This just doesn't happen to be one of them. ...But wow, that does smell not just edible, but good!]

This bug just doesn't leave much room for passion.

[fishwife]

I get that.

[She tosses the noodles in carelessly. It splashes around a bit but overall it seems to be coming together.]

What ARE you passionate about? What makes you tick?

[digthefuzz]

Um... I don't know. [This sounds so personal! And the sight of her cooking continues to strike some odd blend of horrifying and mesmerizing.] Video games, music, movies? ...Mutant rights?