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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

[ecclesiophobic]

It was. Half the world was irradiated and anyone I talk about from home, except for Kitty who's here, is dead. So, there's your warning to never ask what became of this or that person.

[neversets]

... right. Never ask about what happened to people if they're from your world.

Radiation is another of those things I'm lucky enough to be immune to.

[ecclesiophobic]

No. Just enjoy the happy stories for what they are. I try to. [He lies so well.]

Have I called you a bastard yet? [Kurt smiles as he says it.]

[neversets]

Only briefly. You can do it again if you'll feel better.

[ecclesiophobic]

Oh thank you so much for the permission, you over-powered, cheeky bastard. [Pot, kettle.]

[neversets]

You're quite welcome.

[He gives an extravagant bow.]