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Who: Ludger Will Kresnik
Broadcast: Open Network
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: December 27th

[Honestly, this guy looks a little dazed. His head and shoulders are still covered in confetti. He is holding the chocolate-flavoured confection dessert cream. But he has found the kitchen, and it's so . . . lacklustre?

A small grunt, and Ludger tucks a letter away into his jacket pocket. He opens various kitchen cabinets. He closes them. He frowns, and his mouth twists a little. He searches through the cooking implements. He gets the food-dispenser to put out some teriyaki soft-solid, samples it, and almost immediately startles back in horror and surprise. The way he moves looks like someone ready to attack the offending object in front of him, except that he realizes he has no swords on his person, so he can't set it on fire.

Well, so much for that. Ludger lets out a long, worn sigh, then picks up his communication device. His eyes widen when he realizes it was on the whole time, but the sight was probably boring anyway. Still, it's time to initiate that dialogue option. There is a serious problem here, and he isn't going to stop feeling lost and dazed until he can fix it.

So he looks into the communication device head-on, expression serious.]

I need to know where to find the ingredients to make tomato soup.

[End transmission.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[what a good guy this person is]

Thanks!

I can send some to you if you want.

[he's not actually all that interested. he can cook for himself just fine, he's not really into taking food from strangers, but... then her remembers his best friend has no tongue and tomato soup would probably be like the best possible thing for that guy.]

sure.

[There is no message for a while. In the interim, Ludger has made a few discoveries

1. There are no tomatoes.
2. He can't get near everyone on this ship.

So Ludger has to send a new message a long while later.]

I made a fish soup with vegetables. Can I deliver it to you on the planet?

[hm. note to self. ping this guy if he ever finds actual tomatoes around here.]

can you bring it to my captain? i'm out. it's the Red Fish.

[it would make him the happiest man ever]

[But yeah, delivery jobs! He can always do those.]

Okay, I'll try.

[yesss he gets to avoid face-to-face contact, his greatest weakness.]

get it to Hange, say it's for Z. she'll handle it.

[he's had weirder jobs]

Understood.

[SWEET soup for his buddy. hhhhow do people end these conversations...]

thanks