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[neversets]

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.]

Comments

[neversets]

I cooked it.

But I basically have an incinerator of a digestive system, so I can't say for sure that there's no problems.

[astrobleme]

That's kind of scary.

[... Shinji is feeling kind of self-destructive, so he's really considering his options here.]

I've never had food poisoning, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Which ship are you on?

[neversets]

I'm on the Bishop, feel free to come on over.

[astrobleme]

Okay. Be right there.

[The Bishop? That's a ship Shinji has never visited before. That means it takes him a few minutes to get over his anxiety for visiting a new ship filled with new people. He almost backs out at one point, but then he decides he has to do this or else he's even more of a coward. A mega-coward. An ultra-mega-freaking-coward.

So, once he's aboard the Bishop, he quickly finds his way to the kitchen. He peeks his head in and looks around. Apollo really isn't that hard to spot, and it does smell like cooking of some sort happened in here.]

Hello?

[Shinji is trying not to sound so out of his element, but... strangers, man. Adult strangers. Hulking adult strangers. He smiles shyly, watery-weak.]

I'm... I was just on the network--your post, and the food, and you said...

[neversets]

[When Apollo sees the young man boy, he makes a couple of snap assessments and then gives him one of his warmest smiles, sitting down on a stool and pushing one out with his foot for the boy to sit on.]

Come on in, take a load off. There's a plate of muffins there, feel free to help yourself. I'm Apollo.

[astrobleme]

[Oh, muffins. Shinji hasn't had a muffin in forever, it feels like. The promise of one doesn't quite steady him, but he doesn't run away from it, either. He makes his way over to the stool and then sits down gingerly.]

Thank you, [he says, peering at the plate of muffins. He picks up one.] I'm Shinji, Shinji Ikari, from over on the Heron. This is the first time I've visited this ship... [He sniffs at the muffin as discreetly as possible.] What did you put in these?

[neversets]

[Apollo doesn't stand, he knows his height and build is intimidating, especially to someone timid.

He does get given another warm smile and a nod.]

Nice to meet you, Shinji. Um, there's flour, sugar, something that I think is milk, salt, egg substitute... usual stuff, really. But, they're a touch dry unless you dip them in the sweet gel. I made a bowl of mixed berry like flavour jelly stuff from some of those sweet cubes.

I worked under the theory that if my daughter would've enjoyed it, it probably isn't too bad.

[astrobleme]

Nice to meet you, Apollo-san.

[After facing down colossal aliens that wanted to kill him, Shinji shouldn't have a problem with normal human shapes. But... when he's feeling as low as a cockroach, everything else feels like it's out to get him. The muffins are innocent bystanders, though.

He takes a small bite. The dry flavor isn't anything spectacular, but it's nothing to recoil from.] It tastes like a muffin, [he says, which is the goal of making muffins, really.] And if I try it with... [He dips the muffin's untouched side into the gel, then takes another small bite.] Oh, that's not bad at all. Pretty much tastes like real berries.

[Chew, chew... chew.]

How old is your daughter?

[neversets]

Apollo slides over a spoon.

[I usually split it in half and spoon a bunch of the jelly stuff in the middle, let it soak through.]

Jenny's nearly seven. Want to see a photo of her?

[Unlike usual, he doesn't just haul out the photos. This kid seems fairly skittish, Apollo wants him to have a sense of control over their interaction.]