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Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

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[Apollo please he's a thirty-something year old man]

I plan to. Did you get a lot of - uh, guinea pigs?

Adorable boy.

I got a few. Mostly positive reactions as well.

Well - good. What else have you tried to make?

Um... there's a cake. And I was thinking muffins. Muffins can be loaded with sweet gel goop which makes that more palatable.

You're going to have many, many guinea pigs if you manage to pull off either of those.

The cake is not bad. I can think of a few things to make it better next time.

Want a slice?

I can only encourage you in that. [a brief grin]

But no - this is good. [he holds up the first thing Apollo let him try] Thank you, though. [a little wryly] If I eat cake I'll be awake all night. Longer than I already am without.

Fair enough. I'll set aside a muffin or two for you. And Charles. Does Charles eat muffins?

Unless it's changed in the last month, he does.

I'll keep a couple aside for the two of you. Which ship did you say you were on? Blameless?

Right. I'm on the Blameless, and Charles is on the Heron.

They split you up?

That... seems unkind.

Mind you, ratings wise, guess it makes sense. Pricks.

I had a feeling they would, so it isn't a big deal.

It's still pretty damn rude, even if you suspected it was coming.

A little, mm. But he's with - Erik, and I'm fine on my ship, so it's worked out. Besides, I lived with him for eleven years - we probably could use the break from each other.

That's his other half?

[He paid attention. And remembered.]

That'd be him.

... that was less enthusiastic than I expected.

Er. Should I be more enthusiastic?

I don't know. Do you like him?

Erik? Of course, we're friends.

Good, good.

I dunno, you seemed a bit, withdrawn for a moment. I'm probably reading into things.

Maybe a bit. [with a wry expression] I'm not a very enthusiastic person.

You remind me a bit of Jeroen. He's a bit subdued. Master of the blunt, uninformative statement.

[he laughs a little] I'm bad at being blunt. But I'm pretty good at rambling, uninformative statements. [a mock sigh] No one wants to hear how something works.