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.]

Comments

[bryces_pup]

No, of course not. They are not as pretty. But more practical. still, a good pair can still make or break a first impression. I've seen perfectly respectable lords all but laughed out of the room for a terrible pair of breeches. [A bit of an exaggeration, but she's heard of so many men being the subject of gossip because of terrible fashion sense. And it holds more true in neighboring Orlais than it did in her kingdom.]

[He's met with a raised brow as she rinses off the plate and hands it to Robb to dry.] A war? Mm, that is not much a time for fashion and such.

[bryces_pup]

[There's a strange smile that touches her lips. She'll have to tread a bit carefully here.]

Yes. New hands, but capable ones, once they have more experience. And those hands will have plenty of help in the meantime.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Then what do you consider a good pair of breeches, my lady? [He is actually quite curious about the answer. Robb himself is rather fond of boiled leather. It is sturdy at the outside but soft on the inside and it does not itch like wool can do.] I think the breeches are not the most remarkable part of a lord's outfit.

[And during war breeches are the last of a man's worries.]

Aye, indeed. The strength of a man's armor....that is what truly counts.

[steeledskin]

-- How lovely. How fortunate. [ there's wonder in her eyes. ]

[bryces_pup]

You have the right of it, considering how poorly it could have turned out. Given how things seem to have a disposition to end badly, it's nice to remember that it doesn't always have to be that qay.

[eyeforaneye]

It'd be presumptive of me to assume there weren't others in your group that were also like him. I don't know all of you.

That was really all it took? After multiple instances in which he'd endangered you...

[steeledskin]

You must be missing it: your home, and your lands, and all you've left behind. I'm sorry, Lady Riona.

[alwayscomeback]

Yeah, there were. But he was willing to put himself on the line for us. He was taking a big risk in doing what he did. He was outing himself completely as a traitor to the Fire Nation. Eve if he'd told it to his Father, this was open and absolute. There was no turning back for him after that point, and he still helped me unhesitatingly.

[bryces_pup]

Well, it does depend on the situation. For extensive time outdoors, leather of course. But indoors? I typically would lean towards a good woolen weave. In flattering colors, of course. [She begins to work on another dish.] What would you consider the most important part, then?

[She thinks of her armor set in her room, sitting in a rather undignified pile. Terrible, but what can she do without an armor stand?] But not here, sadly. Not unless we're suddenly boarded and invaded by some freak chance. Were you brought here to the fleet in your armor?

[bryces_pup]

I do. [Those two words carry weeks' worth of homesickness. For all that Thedas can be kind of (read as: usually) awful, it's still home and everything and everyone she loves is there. She feels like a fish out of water here.] But I was able to meet wonderful people here, too. It's not all bad.

What of you? I understand your situation wasn't ideal, but I imagine there are those you still miss that are not here?

[universal_charm]

That's one way to look at it. But I see it as taking advantage of a situation - the silver lining, if you would. I may not be with my ship or my crew, but it doesn't mean I can't carry out part of my mission even as I try to work out how to get home. But then learning of new cultures is not precisely war, I admit. That, and I am innately curious anyways, so in ways I suppose it's a little selfish.

_{[ He glanced at him when he sighed, wondering if he was pleased at their presence or saddened. ]}

Hmm, I don't think I've met either one yet. How are they enjoying their adventure in space?

[universal_charm]

_{[ That's not as comforting as you think, Beverely. He's had more than enough already as far as he's concerned. But maybe if they're the fun kind of absurd, and maybe the beautiful/handsome kind...}

_{He blinked at her for a second, not sure if he had heard right before he burst out laughing at the imagery. He substituted Pike for her captain, having never seen him, and him and his own crew for the men, but still... ]}

I have a feeling, though, that I'm the one who paves the way for the admiralty to just accept that and move on.

..Did they have to wear tights?

[universal_charm]

They just stir the pot enough to make sure we keep the "audience" watching as the new drama unfolds, huh? Delightful.

[steeledskin]

The -- the people I miss, I have missed for some time. Long before I arrived here, my lady. [ ... ] It may be that this place is my best chance to see them again.

[alwayscomeback]

That's pretty much I>exactly what's going on here. Isn't it great?

[bryces_pup]

[That somewhat answers her unspoken question: if Sansa had been a Ward of the Crown, then what of her brothers? Her admission makes things a little clearer, though it does leave more questions in its stead.]

I am sorry to hear that. Not that you have reunited, of course, but that it took being kidnapped and dragged into space for it to happen. Have you been separated for long?

[dancingmd]

[Grinning:] Tights, tunics, feathers in our caps, the whole nine yards.

[universal_charm]

_{[ And he's lost it. Sorry Bev, you're going to have to give him a moment as he laughs and the tears pour down his cheeks. ]}

[universal_charm]

Is it odd that i can honestly say this isn't the worst thing to happen to me in my life?

[steeledskin]

It was two years before I arrived in the fleet that I had left my home, my lady. We got news often of the North, but -- once the war began, it was hard to trust what was said.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I rather not wear woolen breeches that itch. [Still, they all did.] At times I wear woolen ones underneath my leather ones. The cold can be merciless, my lady. [Robb takes the plate from her and moves to dry it quite sloppily.] I do not care much for colors. Gods be good, I am not some Southron lord who wish to dress in the finest silks while prancing around on the battlefield.

[Robb shakes his head and chuckles.]

Actually, in my finest clothes. I was attending a wedding. There is no need to wear armor during a wedding feast.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[At least the man is honest about it and Robb can appreciate that.]

I think our situations differ too much for that, ser. The longer I stay here, the more I feel restless. [This is not what he wants to do, this is not something done by the type of king he wants to be.] Making the best of a situation is not selfish. But mayhaps it is wise to not forget about what you have left behind.

[Oh, his siblings are more than happy here.]

Aye, they do. [They feel safe and happy and do not wish to return at all.] They are happy here.

[alwayscomeback]

No, because I've had worst too. I mean, no one's tried to kill me here yet? So yeah. Sucks to be trapped, but it's not the worst.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He laughed softly. ]}

Well, at least I feel a little less crazy now.

[universal_charm]

Oh don't worry. I can't forget. You don't forget home and family.

_{[ He turned his arm in so Robb could see the numbers that ran up the inside of his arm - Earth's galactic coordinates, revealed since he had pushed his sleeve up for the washing. It was not his biggest tattoo, but it was the most easily seen, and while it was not his most beloved home, it was a home nonetheless. ]}

I carry them with me, always.

_{[ His voice is soft, wistful, the ache running through him that happened when he thought of his crew, his found and made family. ]}

That's good, isn't it? They younger or older than you?