a mingling of bishops

[invigorates]

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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[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!

[invigorates]

[ 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.

[neversets]

Apollo.

[He holds out a hand to shake.

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

I'm the cook. New cook.

[invigorates]

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.

[neversets]

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.]