The Way to a Blue Fish's Heart...

[theoniongirl]

Who: Blue Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: Maybe some accidental, but not overall
Action: The Blue Fish kitchen
When: All Day, Feb. 7


[It had been a rough month for a lot of the Blue Fish crew. From blenders to family members and lost friends and blocked credits, they'd been soldiering on through a lot. And while Jilly was new enough to have skirted by most of the drama, she was keenly aware of the underlying stress of her crewmates. She wants to help.

Sometimes, though, words aren't enough...and so she sets about taking advantage of her augment to the best of her ability. For the past month she's been collecting recipes from the datary and experimenting with the supplies provided by the Atroma. And, in the days leading up to the 7th, she quietly recruits Beverly for a pair of extra hands with some Station grocery shopping and behind-the-scenes planning.

It's not announced, but on such a small ship it's hard to miss that something is going on that day. Forgoing her usual trip to the Station for job hunting and people watching, Jilly gets up extra early and sets the kitchen in motion. Recipes are taped up on the cabinets, ingredients are gathered, and so begins a marathon of food.]

[Between the combined forces of Jilly and Beverly, the two "cooks" for the Blue Fish will be setting out food all day as a bit of a much needed holiday for their crew (and any visitors who stop by). Volunteer as a taste-tester, grab food on the run, help clean dishes between baking bouts, or simply sit and relax with your crew mates. Food therapy is a go.]

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[theoniongirl]

[Jilly will be there all day, cooking, cleaning, and topping up empty plates. Today, the specks in her hair and on her clothes are more flour than paint or charcoal, and her art supplies are missing (they need all the space possible in the tiny kitchen, after all), but she's as cheerful as ever. And, if you catch her while Beverly is cooking, she can even sit down and chat.]

[save_the_souls]

[Okay, nothing attracts Allen to a kitchen like hearing a lot of cooking going on. Especially when he's trying to get his mind off other things. So of course he's there, watching- sometimes eating the food. She seems to be practically marathoning it, so at some point]

Do you need any help with anything, Jilly?

[arcanepower]

[Despite being assured that Jilly and Bev have it handled, that doesn't stop Belthazar from poking his head into the kitchen to see what's going on.]

Excuse me, miss, do you need help?

[Oh, right. He holds out a plate of rainbow macaroons that would make Gordon Ramsay faint.]

I made something.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly engages in pleasant, light conversation with Jilly while they cook, enjoying the company and the chance to get to know her new crewmate. During the course of the day, Jilly will no doubt learn some basics about Beverly: served on a starship at home, has a son, and loves to garden in her free time.

As they reach the end of their preparations and Beverly is helping arrange the platters of food, she takes a moment to survey their work.]

This was a really good idea, Jilly.

[kuramaless]

[The kitchen. He had to sneak in at some point - just to see if there was anything really interesting that they might start cooking before he decided to leave.

There are people though. People he might be able to coerce into making him a little something special.]

Er. Hey?

[save_the_souls]

[Allen was no real cook- most of his dishes came out on the bland side or looking rather inedible. And thus, he's not helping out with the cooking. He is however, helping out with the consumption of the food.]

[As such, he can be found two places. (A) is at the kitchen, watching this heavenly spontaneous holiday come about. Or (B), sitting on top of some of the boxes in the cargo bay after he's been chased from the kitchen to make more room- happily eating through a few plates of food. Either way, with good food in hand? His spirits definitely seem to be picking up compared to the last few weeks]

B ish / text;

[arcanepower]

[ring ring, pick up your comm, Allen.]

Allen? Is it okay if I visit? Nothing is wrong, but I wanted to see how you were all doing.

B...

[eyeforaneye]

[ There is likely no warning sufficient enough to make Sasuke's sudden question any less terrifying, and that has nothing to do with the question itself. No, it's the fact that it's framed by him not having his announced his presence in any way beforehand and by the fact that he's just calmly dropping down behind Allen from where he'd been sitting up on the ceiling. ]

Shouldn't you balance your food groups more evenly? That plate looks unhealthy. [ HI, DID YOU THINK YOU WERE ALONE ]

B

[geonomy]

[Guess who took the invitation and showed up? Clay walks in with his own plate of food, seeing how the kitchen was really busy, and - oh hey, the bf he'd been looking for! With a grin, he heads over.]

How did I know you'd have multiple plates of food?

[bryces_pup]

[FEAST. That's what it looks like to Riona, and quite frankly, she couldn't be happier. She's had her share of issues lately, most of which had been kept to herself, but she knows she's not the only one having a hard time right now. The ship desperately needs this.

She'll be flitting in and out of the kitchen, either trying each dish as it comes out or helping with the clean up. To anyone coming in, she may very well just come up with whatever Beverly and Jilly have cooked up in hand and holding it out.]

Try it!

[theoniongirl]

[in between cooking times, Jilly happily takes a seat beside Riona, setting a glass of water down before taking a forkful of one of the dishes that still sat on the galley table. She's got a mark on her forehead from some kind of sauce, and flecks of flour in her hair (which, miraculously, has stayed tied back for once), and her cheeks are red from the heat coming off the stove and the ovens, but she's happy. Very happy.

Pushing back the sleeves of her sweater to the crook of her elbow, she settles with her drink and stretches her legs out in front of her]

Oh...it feels nice to sit.

[she could (and would) go for hours on her feet--years of waitressing had trained her well for that--but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the relief of being able to just wriggle her toes]

Robb Stark / OTA

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Closed to Beverly, Bran and Sansa]
[Lord Stark has taught Robb a lot of things but cooking has never been one of them. Very well, he had to do the dishes once or twice to help the kitchenmaids. But cooking, Robb fears he could even ruin something simple like an egg.

He reads the recipes carefully, brows furrowing a little. The slicing and dicing is something he could do. But the tablespoons of this and gallons of that and a dash of this... His eyes flash from his brother's face to that of Beverly and his sister.]

What if Bran and I do all the cutting and you two ladies prepare the mixtures?

[It is a careful proposal and he glances at Bran to see if he agrees with it as well.]


[Open, Option A]
[Robb is sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. There's a plate of food next to him. Some meat and vegetables with a lot of gravy. It is a shame they do not have any strongwine or a nice, sweet red with clover. He uses a large chunk of bread to dip into the gravy before he starts to chew on it in a long and thoughtful way.

He is still thinking about home, about Westeros and the war that is raging there. To be fair, he is thinking more about it than he likes to admit. This is not a forever for him. This is just some ridiculous turn his life took, a break from it all, so to speak. People who pass him get a friendly nod and if they have a question he will answer politely.]


[Open, Option B]
[When everything has passed and some return to their chambers all full Robb busies himself with the dishes. There is no shame in doing them and trying to scrub all the filth of all the plates is a pleasant distraction.]

Worry not, I will take that.

[Kings do not mind dishes. After all, he is no king here, is it not?]

cooking with kin (and bev!) »

[steeledskin]

[ at first, she'd been rather reluctant to join in on the activity. it isn't only her grief over losing nyssa that made her hesitant, but the sheer natural disinclination to dirty her hands with work that is not normally hers to do. every castle in which she'd ever lived had cooks to cook for her. scullery maids and kitchen boys to do the work that sansa rarely had to ever see, let alone consider doing.

in the end, the only thing that persuades her to join is her family. she could cook with them or she could sulk alone, feeling shut out from their company. a bit of spilled flour and dough beneath her fingernails is worth it if she gets to make the most of every possible moment spent together. nyssa's departure only makes it more pressing that she should enjoy robb and bran's presence while she can. what if they left? what if she left? they may never see each other again.

so she stands next to beverly: tall and straight and with only minor fidgeting. ] I can do it. I can -- I think. [ she glances leftwards at the other woman, doubt in her eyes. can i? ]

Option B; because royals doing dishes aw yeah

[bryces_pup]

Oh, thank you! [She passes the pile of dishes she's collected off to Robb. It's one of many piles they have stacking up in the sink, and while Riona is hardly versed in the kitchen, she knows that one person should not handle that alone.]

I will help you with those, if you'd like. Either with washing or drying them as you go.

Option B!

[universal_charm]

That's kind, but I feel I should help. I'm the visitor on the ship after all, and I think I might have taken a few to many liberties with your buffet.

_{[ He smiled at Robb, all charm and wit and baby blues. He won't actually admit it gives him something else to do besides scour every inch of his own ship, which he has already been doing. Kirk was a man who liked to work, and given a lack of command opportunities, he would take physical labor. It had become a safe haven for him in the past year, therapeutic in its way. ]}

Besides, work will go faster with two sets of hands than one, right?

[dancingmd]

a. Cooking!

[It's a relief to finally have a designated cook again but that doesn't mean Beverly won't still be helping! She likes feeding her crew, as an act of love.

Not that that means she'll let you get away with standing there doing nothing.]

Could you hand me the garlic please?

b. Eating!

[And finally! The best part, the highlight of a Blue Fish's day: eating! Beverly settles at the table, looking a little exhausted yet satisfied as she surveys the end results of her and Jilly's efforts.]

c. Closed to Kirk, Lab

Please... [Beverly gestures towards the single exam bed in the center of the room.] Take a seat, Captain. We won't be disturbed here.

B

[save_the_souls]

[Allen is sitting at the table across from her. He smiles and pauses from his happy eating]

The food is wonderful, Beverly. Thank you.

C

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk looked around the lab, not yet accustomed to seeing things set out so differently from the med bay of his own ship and the hospitals he had spent a large majority of the past year in. Still, he was impressed given the limited resources that seemed available to everyone. He flashed Beverely his normal charming grin, unable to keep himself from flirting the tiniest bit with her. ]}

I just have to be sure - you don't have a hypo hidden on your person, do you?

_{[ You can thank Dr. McCoy for that particular paranoia, Bev. ]}

[steeledskin]

FOOD »

[ sansa eats. despite whatever unhappiness she might be feeling, her appetite remains. this isn't king's landing; she isn't locked away in her quarters barely bathing if not for the intercession of her handmaids. although she cannot be described as being 'at peace', she is certainly present within the crew. she indulges in their feast -- especially the sweets! and she will not flee any crewmate who approaches her at the table. seven hells, she may even be friendly depending on the moment and the person. ]

PERSONNEL OFFICE »

[ but when the kitchen grows crowded, sansa does something bold. she stands up -- claps her hands together once -- and announces: ] I have room in my office for any who wish to continue eating, but wish to be out from underfoot. Could someone be so kind as to help move chairs?

[ and provided there are those willing, she will lead a small delegation of helpful hands to her solar. her 'office', as others call it. it's sparsely furnished and features little more than a desk and a wicker basket filled with fabric and thread. she hasn't yet learned what she should do with the room. before today, she has never offered its use to her crewmates. she has been a miser with her space despite the overcrowding. she is scared of cages. ]

Food option!

[bryces_pup]

[Riona knows she's officially eaten too much, but for once she doesn't care as she sits down across from Sansa with another plate of food. Her portions are small but she can't help but take a bit of everything.

She glances up at what Sansa has and notices the sweets. She smiles teasingly and her tone matches it.]

Dear Lady Sansa, I dare say there's evidence on your plate there that you have a sweet tooth. [So says the lady with at least four cookies balanced on the edge of her plate as well.]

Food, glorious food!

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It was hard to miss the particular smells of good, real food and for some reason he always found himself hungry after doctor's visits. Maybe it was because Bones had begun to harp on him about his weight, which he did not think he had gained any of during his therapy. That stuff was hard, there was no way he gained weight!

But besides that, food was a great way to meet people, wasn't it? And if it was on offer, well, it would be quite rude to turn his nose up at it, especially if the good Doctor Beverly had made it. He wanted to keep on her good side (just in case she ever did come across hypos. Bones had ruined him, honestly). So Blue Fish crew, don't mind the blonde stranger in your midst piling himself up a plate and finding a place to sit and enjoy said food.

Don't worry, cooks, he is very vocal about his appreciation of their efforts. And if anyone sits down for a little conversation, he's more than happy to provide. He'll also clean up his own plates like a proper gentleman, but then captains should set good examples right? ]

[ ooc: Kirk was on the ship for a check-up from Bev, and he stayed for the good food and hopefully good company, so catch him eating or scrubbing his plates! ]</sub>

[save_the_souls]

[Unlike most of the people here, Kirk wasn't someone that Allen recognized. Not that was a bad thing, but it definitely catches Allen's attention as he's enjoying his own meal. So when Kirk sits down near him, he'll speak up with a smile]

Ha, I don't think I've seen you around before. Enjoying the food?

[alwayscomeback]

[Of course Sokka is here, and honestly good luck getting him five feet away from the food. He can be found moving from plat to plate, sampling everything and making happy noises as he does his best to shove as much as his gullet down his face as he can before he gets full.

(Spoilers, he never gets full)

Still, if you want to talk to your valiant captain, he might share a word or two between gulping down food. ]

[save_the_souls]

[Competition for food is real on this ship. Or at least, that's what he'll perceive at as. And Allen knows better than to try to use force to get Sokka out of the way of some of the food he wants (Beverly and Jilly would get mad and kick them out).]

[So instead? When Sokka's hovering over what must be his fifth plate he's sampled, Timcanpy swoops down and grabs the edge of the plate with his teeth- lifting it up so he can try to fly it back to Allen whose hanging back]

Aha! Go Tim!

+1 socially awkward teenager.

[honorbends]

[ so zuko has been oddly radio silent for the past week or so, keeping mostly to himself and his room. but even zuko can be lured out of his room at the promise of a lot of food. he is, indeed, a teenage boy.

he's mostly been bothering at beverly and jilly in order to ask how to help, but once he's been effectively shooed away to go hang out with his friends, he's settled in a corner prodding through the pile of food that has been forced upon him.

apparently he looks like he needs to eat.

why are there so many moms on this ship ]

[dancingmd]

[Socially awkward teenager you say? Beverly actually understands this quite well, and not just because of Wesley. Despite current appearances, she was once one herself. So though she has been worrying about Zuko keeping to himself so much lately, she'll only be so pushy about it. And after all, he's been through a lot these past few weeks.]

Mind if I join you?

belthazar | visiting and open to all~

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar was invited by Allen, and so he is visiting. His social life is not an expansive one. He knows like four people who aren't on the Bishop. But... he's trying, and considering he used to literally shuttle food over for Sokka and Allen before they got a cook, he has a duty to uphold.

He brought food, too, of course. Not to show off but as a custom when attending a potluck. It's a platter of rainbow macaroons brushed with edible glitter, or enchanted; it's hard to tell.

He piles up a plate of food that befits a growing teenager and quietly stuffs his face in the corner, only speaking up when spoken to. He has no problem helping out with dishes or spills, though, and will leap to do these things if no one stops him.]

Sure you made enough food?

[kuramaless]

[Naruto had only ended up here because he followed Sasuke.

He'd only managed to get on board with the help of Zuko.

The thrill of seeing Sasuke again had worn off, food was definitely the most interesting thing here. Which is why he's hovering around the food, with a plate, filling it up with difficulty. His first real difficulty with only one hand.

There's one last slice of pizza. It's right there. He's going for it.]

[kyasdaughter]

Oh, sheesh. They invited you?

[ the words would probably be a little harsher if katara's voice weren't so light about it. honestly? she's pretty thrilled to see him again. ]

Between you and Sokka we're going to be in trouble.

( ᴍᴀʀɢᴀᴇʀʏ ᴛʏʀᴇʟʟ 🌹 ɢᴜᴇsᴛ )

[partialities]

( food ▍ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴜᴢᴢɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴇ )

[ she comes to see sansa, truly but also to see the infamous blue fish which plays host to house stark. the people seem kind enough and the food is plentiful. margaery spends her time by sansa's side, whispering and smiling as medieval princess ladies are bound to. she would, however, allow lady stark some time for her duties and her own mingling, taking a seat at one of the tables with a plate and taking small bites of her food, testing and tasting.

she will smile so brightly at the first taste of chocolate, it might seem as if the sun came out from behind a cloud ]

On my honor, it must be this realm's grandest delight.

guests banding together?

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He wasn't here to visit friends so much as get a medical check up. But then, wouldn't anyone when they discovered they'd had something planted in their brain? It was the stuff of creepy novels, and after Pike's episode with the brain slug - yeah, he wanted to know his brain was okay.

But if there's a sure way to make Kirk's mood improve it is to present a lovely anyone in front of him, and Margaery certainly fits his standards of lovely. He is lucky enough to see her take her first bite of chocolate, and oh if that isn't a lovely smile. He lets out a warm laugh and takes a seat near her, his own plate sporting fruit and a bit of pie. ]</sub>

Is that your first time with chocolate, or have you just not had it in a long time?