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driftfleet2016-02-07 06:03 pm
theoniongirl) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-07 06:03 pm
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The Way to a Blue Fish's Heart...
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.]
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.]
Option B!
[ 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?
:d
[While the other man is all smiles, Robb’s smile is a little tired.]
Aye, you have the right of that. [He slowly wobbles towards the kitchen sink.] Feel free to be of help. There is enough to do.
Re: :d
No, no. I don't want to impose to much on the hospitality of your crew, and I'm a firm believer in everyone getting their fair share. I'd hate to deny anyone the chance to taste your cooks' efforts.
[ He comes over to stand beside him, frowning slightly at that wobble. He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. ]
More then enough for two, but not so much that you can't take a five minute breather. I think I can tame a stack in that time.
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[Robb shifts a little when the other puts a hand on his shoulders.]
Take half of mine, then. [He really does not mind to work.] We will bring them back together.
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Ah, yeah, I think I got a taste of their attitudes towards food.
[ As in Sokka barely had what counted as manners, but he wasn't the sort to bad mouth someone else's captain in front of them, or in general unless he had good reason. Questionable table manners wasn't one of them. ]
All right, sounds fair. But really, if you need to sit down for a few minutes, it'll be perfectly fine.
And I'm Jim Kirk, by the way - captain, U.S.S. Enterprise and a current engineer of the Tourist.
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[Robb laughs softly. He doesn't really mind their manners. There isn't much difference between how Sokka eats his chicken and how the Greatjon does it.]
I am fine, ser.
[Really, Robb isn't some fragile boy who'd break under the weight of some plates.]
Robb Stark. [He doesn't mention any further titles.] I am in charge of security on this vessel. [A pause.] And dishes.
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Yeah, that sums it up.
[ But they both still looked like teenagers, and he remembered being a teen. It was like a never ending pit inside his stomach would never be full. Thankfully the feeling passed in good time, though he did worry for this ship's food stores if that's how those two ate all the time. But he was sure whomever was in charge of such things had it well in hand. ]
Both are equally important from the looks of things.
[ He took up a plate and began to scrub after rolling up his sleeves. Ah, this took him back to the farm days... ]
So, Robb, how are you enjoying your time with the Fleet?
[ He's still trying to get a grasp of what it's like to be here, and naturally those who had been here awhile were the best sources of information. ]
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While Kirk starts to scrub, Robb keeps walking around, carrying dishes to finally join the other and help with scrubbing dishes dry.]
It is good to be with my family again. [Robb smiles.] But I am very aware of the fact that I have left a war at home and that I need to return to that.
And you, ser?
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Yeah, that... that took me by surprise. He seems young, but everyone on the ship has faith in him.
[ Which was enough for him, and who was he to question another ship's captain, anyways? Especially when he had just gotten here. Still, it was a bit startling. ]
A war, huh? Sounds like a reason to want to stay here a little longer.
Myself, I have a mission to get back to, and a ship, and I've only been here about a week. But... it's not as bad as it could be. I'm meeting a lot of interesting people.
[ He looked sidelong at Robb and grinned, meaning to include him in that. ]
It's good you have family here, though. I bet that makes it easier. Are you all on the same ship?
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[Oh no. No, no, no. Robb shakes his head firmly.]
I am no craven. I will not hide from any war. A man should finish what he started.
[To even think of it...] Meeting people is no reason to abandon your duties, ser. [Robb is just very strict on himself.] Aye, my sister and brother are here. Mayhaps you have met them already.
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Heh, didn't mean to say you would. But I can't imagine anyone actually likes going to war. There's nothing wrong with wishing it was over, and enjoying not being on the front lines.
[ At least to his mind. War - how pointless was it? It made him sad in history class, reading about them, how they had permeated so much of human history and, to some degree, their first forays out into the universe. The Klingon had tried to conquer them. No, he could very easily say he was glad not to be at war. ]
Part of my job is meeting new people from different worlds, so in fact coming here isn't such a dereliction of duty as one might think. It's just not quite how I expected to be doing it.
What are their names? I might have.
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[It bothers him a lot. Just like it bothers him that others speak of dead kings and enemies and he does not know anything about it. Still, his siblings are here, right next to him.]
But you are not doing it for the ones you serve. You have no choice. Would look upon this as your duty, then? If I would participate in the war the lords of Atroma have, I would still participate in their war, not mine.
[Robb sighs.]
Sansa and Brandon.
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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?
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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.
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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?
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Exactly. [Robb nods.] I wish to take my brothers and sister back to Riverrun. [Tell Jon that he is my heir.] One day. [And he hopes that one day will come soon.]
Hm? [Robb gazes at the numbers written on the other man’s arm. Coordinates of some sort? Robb wishes he could determine the ones belonging to his home.] Are you sure these apply to space as well? Not just land?
[Robb knows that it is good but why does he feel so difficult about it? So bloody guilty and uneasy?]
Younger. I am the oldest in our family.
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It was one of the first coordinates I memorized when I entered Star Fleet. It's home - or, my second one at least, after my ship. But the ship moves, you see, so I put the coordinates that stay the same on my arm.
[ He glanced to him as he took up another dish to wash and nodded. ]
Must be a lot of pressure, huh?
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[He is still busy stacking up the plates while making room for more.]
I have never seen that as pressure. It is normal that a family expects more of their oldest son. My lord father has taught me of my duties as the future lord of Winterfell. [Still, Ned Stark has never taught his son of how it would be to be a king. That is an entirely different matter.] I am prepared. [While saying that he nods firmly.]