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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

[ladybro]

If the opportunity came up, here, would you -- try and change it?

[neversets]

No?

Why would I? I'm happy how I am. I've lived with it for as long as I remember.

[ladybro]

Curiousity, maybe. [ ... ] I'm not certain I could help myself.

[neversets]

He knew what would happen and chose it. I can accept his sacrifice without needing to know what drove it.

[ladybro]

...Have you ever run into anyone who knew him before he was you?

[neversets]

No. Doubt I will. I don't think I look the same. I probably don't act the same.