His worst nightmare

[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash the Stampede
Broadcast: Nextwork, video
Action: Kitchen of SS Three Twins
When: Afternoon on the 10th

[There is a mess of protein smashed together in front of him on the table. When the video turns on there's a rather bedraggled and stressed out Vash. Dark circles under his eyes and the rare frown on his face.]

Please! For the love of everything pure in the world! TELL ME SOMEONE HERE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE DONUTS OUT OF THIS STUFF!

[Action for SS Three Twins]

[Vash will be trying to search down his crew mates after his short cry over the network. He has a question for each of them.]

So, apparently we need to pick a captain? You want the job? [Because he doesn't. He thinks he'd be bad at it, but he will if everyone else is adamant about not taking it.]

Comments

Voice

[wilder]

[He had done a double take, because at first glance wow looked similiar to Lloyd. But oh thank goodness- wasn't going to have to deal with that today.]

[Just...a loud crazed donut guy]

Uh...I don't think you can without an oven or way to fry them.

[Or flour. Or sugar. or eggs- or really anything that's not on these ships]

Voice

[goldenglasses]

Awwwwwwwww man! How is a man suppose to live without donuts!? This is torture! Can't this game at least have some decency to give us real food.

Voice

[wilder]

Well I'd say a man live longer without them, but who knows if that's true with this crappy food.

[Which he hasn't actually eaten. Not needing food is so nice sometimes]

Maybe they'll give us better food later or something.

Re: Voice

[goldenglasses]

But I'm hungry nooooow and there's not even a single drop of whiskey to drown my sorrows away! It's just not faiiiiiiir.

[wilder]

[Oh jeez, now it's whining. Well, two can play at that game]

I knooooooow, but it's not like any of us have anything to drink either!

[goldenglasses]

[It's the ultimate showdown between whiners. Who will survive?]

Ugh. Isn't anyone a chef or something that can do something with these... food... item things? How are we suppose to play in a game if we can't get nourishment!

[wilder]

[No one. No one will survive]

I dunno- how am I suppose to know whose on your ship?

And if anything, maybe it's part of the challenge.

[goldenglasses]

We don't have anyone on my ship. I asked. [About twenty times.] What about your ship?

[video]

[parkinglotangel]

[Whoa dude, he knows this food situation is terrible but calm down]

No, but let me know if you figure it out. It's cruel to call it food.

[video]

[goldenglasses]

I have tried so many ways! And still no donuts! If I don't have some soon I think I'm going to starve to death!

[video]

[parkinglotangel]

You look pretty fit for a guy that only lives on donuts.

[video]

[goldenglasses]

What can I say? I do a lot of running too. Besides! Donuts are a very important part of the food groups!

[video]

[parkinglotangel]

What about pie? [Pie is important]

[video]

[goldenglasses]

Hmm, pie is good, but not as good as donuts. They're much better.

[video]

[parkinglotangel]

I think we'll agree to disagree.

[video]

[goldenglasses]

Hmmm. Fine. But I bet if you ate them side by side then you'd change your mind.

permatext

[broroona]

Try wheat, cinnamon, chocolate, a bit of vanilla. The only solid should be the wheat. That might come close. Sugar would work best but I don't think we have it.

[And a couple minutes later:]

Have you tried it yet?

permatext

[goldenglasses]

I couldn't find some of the items, but I tired and it still all pretty bland tasting.

Don't suppose you know of a really good chef, do you?

action-- you can ditch out on any of our other threads if you want, if there are too many!

[catamite]

[Nel is hanging out in the bunk... like he's been doing pretty much constantly since he's arrived!

and just the mention of the word 'captain' has his eyes getting wide]

...Captain?

action - one problem, I'm terrible at dropping threads! *tags forever*

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I think they want us to pick a captain. You interested in the job at all?

whoo!

[catamite]

[he just kind of nervously laughs. like he's hoping it's a joke]

[goldenglasses]

Is that a no?

[catamite]

[another high, nervous little laugh!]

I can't be captain...

[goldenglasses]

Huh? Why not? Are you allergic or something somehow?

[catamite]

I couldn't lead something...

[that's a yes. he's pretty much allergic.]