Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

Comments

[revivo]

Right. Fresh food would be nice, but we won't starve to death with protein cubes.

[taste might not be great -- though she wouldn't say so if she knew kate were in charge of meals -- but it's practical.]

[ladybro]

That depends entirely on the acumen of our cook. [ three two one wait for it. ] Hi, I'm our cook.

[ good luck, blameless. ]

[revivo]

[amusement flickers across her face as she puts the jar down, shaking her hair out of her eyes.]

Looks like it's all up to you, Bishop. Just don't poison anyone, and we'll be fine.

[ladybro]

Luckily for all of us, I'm not hopeless in the kitchen. [ she's not great (after all, she lived most of her life with a live-in chef of her own) but she's not terrible. ] Plus the job description comes with a handy-dandy augment. I know how these protein gels work. For better or worse.

[revivo]

Someone made sure we'd be prepared. That's convenient.

[she's noticed her own newfound knowledge of space, these ships, and the alien-made weapons aboard over the last few days, but she didn't know they could upload more normal information too.]

So how do they work? Do I want to know?

[ladybro]

They're flavoured, [ she explains. ] And there are a bunch of different textures. Gels, cubes, powders -- with a little creativity, you can come up with some loose approximations of familiar dishes. They're not great, but they pass muster.

[revivo]

And there I thought all astronauts ate was freeze-dried ice cream and beef jerky. Just goes to show you: don't believe everything you see on TV.

[ladybro]

I could really go for some freeze-dried ice cream right about now.

[revivo]

No one's selling regular ice cream down on the station?

[ladybro]

Sure they are. But freeze-dried just sounds so cool. I'd much prefer to be that kind of astronaut instead of -- [ a general finger-twirl in the direction of their circumstances. ]

[revivo]

A reality TV star in space?

[or so they say, is the obvious addendum that goes unsaid.]

[ladybro]

Precisely. Not really where I expected my career to go, y'know?

[revivo]

So where did you expect it to go?

[call it curiosity]

[ladybro]

[ she's not eager to spill the superhero beans, so she falls back on something else she's good at: ] Somewhere cello-shaped, mostly.

[ she'd already used the line on azula, after all. ]

it's deja vu all over again!

[revivo]

Fancy. I was never any good at instruments.

[she took some of the obligatory classes as a kid, but none of it really stuck.]

rinse + repeat!

[ladybro]

Nah? [ kate shrugs. ] It's not for everyone, I suppose. Or if it was, life would get pretty noisy.

[revivo]

I don't think I'm ready for life to become a musical.

[SPACE IS ENOUGH.]

[ladybro]

...I'll keep that in mind if the opportunity to buy a cello ever comes up. I'll ask myself, hey, would Sara really want to deal with Brahms at odd hours?