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May Mingle (Caprine)

Who: The crew of the Caprine and visitors
Broadcast: N/a
Action: Yes
When: Throughout the month of May

[Enjoy the snacks! Sadly they are mostly goo.]

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What are you making?

[ this is aphra. this is aphra sitting on a counter like an asshole.

when did she walk in?

]

[Finn does a double-take, because seriously? How'd you get here?]

Uh. I was trying for pancakes with chocolate-peanut butter sauce, but I can't get the pancakes to come out right. And I can't decide if having bacon strips on the side is a good idea or not.

[This doesn't stop him from munching on the strips of meat-textured bacon protein.]

[ aphra tips her head and gives him a Look. ]

If it's a choice, you always add bacon.

[ she holds a gloved hand out: share the goods, bro. ]

[He hands some over automatically, since he can always just make more.]

Got it. Yes on the bacon. Don't suppose you know how to make it feel more like a pancake?

[Not that he's ever cooked actual pancakes before. Or much of anything, to be frank.]

[ munching on space bacon! ]

Didn't get the cook thing. [ she points to her head in case it might not be immediately obvious what she's referring to. ]

Add more liquid, maybe?

[It's pretty good - for someone who's used to space rations. Finn is, so he thinks the food is great. Multiple flavors! Build your own dishes!]

Yeah, me neither. I'm Security.

[Hmm, it's worth a shot. Finn grabs a glass from the beverage dispenser and starts to work. All it gets him is a soggy mess, and he laughs at his own failure.]

Maybe I'll ask Qing.

He the cook?

[Is Qing a he? Finn's not actually sure.]

Yeah. I guess we're lucky to even have a cook? Most ships don't have one.

[Not that that stops him from experimenting with the proteins himself, of course.]

You didn't get out much, did you?

[ she holds her hand out again. bacon her, bro. ]

[He hands over another bacon, taking a strip to munch on for himself.]

Is it that easy to tell?

Everywhere in the galaxy you'd be lucky to find a cook. Having one implies you can afford one.

[ she rubs her fingers together in universal 'money' gesture. ]

So if you have one, you either own a pleasure yacht or you're part of the military. Outside of that, they're pretty rare.

[That one has an easy out, at least.]

Military. Not like anything we ever ate was halfway decent.

[ aphra throws her hands up. ]

Military to security. See? That makes sense. I'm a doctor! How do I get stuck with maintenance?

[ because you did run maintenance, aphra. and because your doctorate is super fake. ]

[Oh, but see, that's interesting.]

Like, medical doctor? [She doesn't look like a medic.] Or like a professor?

Second one. [ a beat. ] I'm an archaeologist. I don't teach; I do.

[ this asshole. ]

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Archaeologist.

[He has to think about what that means for a moment.]

So, like, you look for old stuff?

I recover lost and valuable things.

[ offended, how dare you ]

Oh. [Like treasure? He could get behind that.]

Maybe you're supposed to use the maintenance bots [he can't in good conscience call them droids, they're nowhere near as smart as droids] to help you find things?

I'm definitely going to fix them up.

[ that's a promise. or maybe a threat. or both. ]

[Once he sees the upgrade he might regret it. Will probably regret it. but for now it's a point of interest.]

So you're a mechanic, too? Maybe that's why they gave you Maintenance. I sure wouldn't know what to do if half this stuff broke down.

Probably past time you start learning, then. Is there anything to drink here?

I can fix my own equipment. What else should I know? [It's not rhetorical - he wants to be useful on his ship.]

Yeah, we got a couple different kinds in the drink machine. The blue one isn't bad.

How to fix the thin sheet of metal that's protecting you from the vacuum outside is a good place to start. [ js. ]

[Finn snorts.]

Okay, emergency breach containment is more my field than repairs.

[ she gives him a cheeky salute. ]

Good. Every continued breath is counting on you.

[ and armed with the aforementioned blue drink, she skips out. ]

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