say bye to kris kringle, it's a mingle!

[geonomy]

Who: The Vanquish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Nein?
Action: On the Vanquish lollipop, and around it maybe!
When: During the month of January

[Hey crew! It looks like there's some new changes that have come over the ship as well as a couple of new crewmates from the past shuffle or two! Have you been enjoying the planet, or is it too cold for you? Have you caught a nasty cold like your poor captain a few posts down, or are you a Vanquish member and are fine? Come along for a mingle, let the viewers see what you're up to! And also meet the tiniest, cutest crew member too!]

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[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene's been spending more time in the ship than he would like. But the simple fact of the matter is that wearing a metal leg in the temperatures out there means just about freezing his stump off, and crutching through ice and snow isn't much better. He's out and about the markets now and then, investing in meat and other kitchen supplies, as well as anything he can scrape together for his ongoing homebrewing project. But otherwise, whenever he's not at work at the Space Bar over on the Iskaulit, he can be found puttering around the ship. Sometimes he's cooking. Sometimes he's sitting in the cargo on a luxuriously fluffy hide he'd acquired planetside for the express purpose of sitting around, journalling in his communicator. And a few times, crewmembers might find him making a good faith effort at fitness with their new weights and punching bag - despite the fact that he hasn't regularly exercised for a few years now.]

[flickerflash]

[At some point when he's in the kitchen, he might turn to discover a pair of eyes peering at him hopefully over the bench. Not actually saying anything. Just kind of. Watching. Like a hungry cat.

Resemblance not much of a coincidence, really.]

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene's usual hypervigilance has taken a hit, all these months of relatively peaceful living. But old habits die hard, and the first time he turns to get something out of the cabinet and catches low-to-the-ground eyes fixed on him, he startles sharply, catching his balance on the counter as he sees who it is.]

Geez, don't sneak up on me like that.

[flickerflash]

[Don't feel bad, Eugene. Katie has a habit of appearing quietly in small spaces. She smiles hesitantly, at least looking a little sheepish.]

I'm sorry. I thought you knew I was here.

[survivalistcookbook]

It's ok. I must've gotten caught up in what I was doing.

[And gone temporarily deaf. Or she really is sneaky. But, he knows well enough why most people creep around kitchens, and he isn't going to be a jerk. Especially to a crewmate he barely interacts with.]

So, what can I get you . . . Katie, right?

[flickerflash]

[The smile gets a little more hopeful. She really is hungry, and the last chef she met was really good.]

You don't have any fish in here, do you?

[survivalistcookbook]

I do, actually!

[A lot of foods he would like? No way, no how. But there were definitely fish on the planet outside, and he'd been doing his best to keep a small stock of fresh and work on building up their supply of dried and salted meats. He turns to the refrigeration unit, propping it open with the curved metal foot poking out of the bottom of his pantleg as he peers inside.]

Awesome, we still have kippers. By which I mean 'smoked alien fish that taste a lot like kippers.'

[flickerflash]

[Katie pulls herself up on a chair with impressive speed as if she expects cooked fish to magically appear on the countertop. But no, she's just that eager.]

Smoked alien fish sound like they could give you superpowers. Do you think we should test them?

[survivalistcookbook]

Hey, I am always up for getting a new superpower.

[The fish goes into a hot pan with a dash of oil, and he scoops up a portion of the cooked-and-cooled rice sitting off to the side of the range, splashing it with water and popping it into the microwave to reheat.]

What superpowers are you thinking, here?

[flickerflash]

They would have to be fish-based, i suppose. Oh, but alien fish might be capable of lots of different things! [Therefore anything goes.] Maybe they fly, or turn invisible. That would be nice.

[survivalistcookbook]

Flying, huh? That sounds pretty decent. Not sure about that being invisible thing, though.

[flickerflash]

You don't think being invisible would be fun? Think of all the theatres you could sneak into.

[survivalistcookbook]

Well, yeah. But you'd be sneaking in alone.

[flickerflash]

[Oh. That's a good point. She looks thoughtful for a moment, then brightens all over again.]

Invisibility you could share, then.