a mingling of bishops

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Who: the crew of the bishop + visitors
Broadcast: nah
Action: the bishop duh
When: foreeeeeeeeeverrr

[ I'M DOING STUFF, ATROMA. THINGS. ]

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[Now that Belthazar is gone, Nightingale's the one left to do the cooking for the ship, it seems, so she can be found mostly in the kitchen lately, trying to get used to it. You can probably even catch her talking to herself as she cooks.]

How long are we going to be stuck on poison shithole, anyway, how am I supposed to get decent food here? I'm not feeding anyone this paste... Fucking Atroma are probably doing this on purpose.

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[ of course, when she hears nightingale talking aloud she assumes she's actually having a conversation with someone else and not... herself. when she peeks into the kitchen to find that she is absolutely wrong, the elf just kind of stands there and listens for a few more seconds before speaking: ]

Is everything all right, Nightingale?

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Oh.

[... awkward.]

Hi, Lioriley. It's just cabin fever, I guess?

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I see.

[ kind of. ]

That is unfortunate. Is there anything I can do for you?

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No, not really. It's fine, I just... can't really go down to this planet much, so I'm cooped up in here.

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[ she frowns, tempted to ask why she can't go down onto the planet. are there reasons besides the fact that it's shitty? ]

I could keep you company, at least. What are you making? [ or.... trying to make. ]

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Oh, right now I'm using my supplies from the Starlight to try to make a vegetable stew... I need to ask around as to what people like.

[on the bright side, it smells good. on the less-bright side, just how long has she been holding on to these supplies...]

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It sounds delicious. [ even if the fact that the supplies are from the starlight raises a few questions. maybe they kept well? she can hope. ]

Perhaps that would be a good way to pass the time — going around to the others and asking what they might like.

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I think so. I'm used to cooking for people with very distinct dietary needs, so I just need to know what everyone likes or can't eat.

Aside from the paste. The paste is not getting fed to anyone.

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For what little good it may do, I do not have a preference, for I do not have to eat regularly as humans and most other species do. [ so she'll try anything? she's not picky. ]

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Oh... You don't need to eat?

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I do not. But that does not mean I will not. If you prepare something, I am more than willing to try it.

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... I am extremely curious, but I guess it's not relevant right now...

Do you have any favorites? I'm pretty good at making most things, I think.

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[ she tilts her head curiously, as if expecting her to continue that first train of thought. when the topic switches, though, lioriley just shrugs. ]

I am quite fond of Venison, though as to how soon we will come across a planet with deer... [ she shakes her head. ] Do not trouble yourself, I have no preference.

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Yeah, venison's going to be hard to mimic, too... Well, maybe there's an import shop somewhere.

It's no trouble, though. It's good to practice with a lot of different things.

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[ lioriley comes and goes a lot. but when she isn't serving people at varric's bar, or bouncing around other ships to visit her friends, she can be found in the medical bay. probably reading either 1) a trashy romance novel, 2) medical books or 3) literally anything else you can dream of because she's a nerd and this is all she does.

if approached either in said med bay or in the halls, she will greet anyone (strangers as well) with a smile and a wave; seemingly eager to initiate smalltalk because why the hell not. ]

[neversets]

[Apollo has managed to not meet most of his crew mates by living in the kitchen, producing a surprising amount of food and steadily improving from 'not bad' to 'this actually tastes pretty good'.

So, making the transit from the airlock to the kitchen (don't ask), a soft halo of sunlight lighting the hall around him, he flashes a bright grin when he sees someone else glowing.]

Glow buddies!

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[ she won't ask, though she will stop and stare at him when he suddenly shouts. glow buddies? she laughs. ]

So it would seem. I do not believe we have met before.

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Apollo.

[He holds out a hand to shake.

Interestingly, he isn't wearing shoes. Clothes, but no shoes.]

I'm the cook. New cook.

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Lioriley.

[ she goes to bow first, only managing to dip her head forward slightly before she notices his hand. ah, one of those. she takes his hand in her own and shakes it. ]

A pleasure, Apollo. Have you met Nightingale, by chance? She has been in the kitchens quite a bit since Belthazar's departure.

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No... we must keep missing each other. I've been popping out to the local star a fair bit and on the surface trying to source ingredients and maybe a spare fridge.

[He shakes firmly and briefly. He's very warm.]