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!]

Comments

[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?