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

[wilder]

My ship?

I dunno, I haven't asked.

[goldenglasses]

You should! Let me know if there is one that can make something decent like donuts!

[wilder]

Haha...I'm not bugging my crew so some weird guy on the network can have donuts.

'Sides, I'm pretty sure with just these proteins, baking's a lost cause.

[goldenglasses]

Aw, come on! I'm sure everyone else would thank them too! You'd have the most popular ship on the fleet!

[wilder]

Then it's a good thing I don't care about being popular!

[Try that with the other Zelos man.]

[goldenglasses]

Aw! B-but you could also get favors or something for better tasting food too! [Anything for donuts!]

[wilder]

Oh? Really?

Got anything that'd interest me?

[goldenglasses]

Ahhhh... um... well, I have... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... my endless thanks?

[wilder]

[Immediately]

Pass.

[goldenglasses]

Oh man. I don't even know you at all. I have no idea what to offer or what you'd even like! [That and he has just about nothing too.]

[wilder]

Nothing that unusual. Books, clothes, medical supplies, weapons, money, liquor - you know, the essentials!

[though that gives him an idea and he taps his chin thoughtfully]

I mean I gotta admit, I'm pretty experienced cooking a lot of food in bad situations like this- so...maybe if you find something good, I can figure out some way to make donuts.

[goldenglasses]

[You hear that? That's the sound of a guy rapidly patting down all his pockets in search of something to barter with. About the only thing useful that he has on him is a small med kit that he kept in his pocket. Never knew when you would get run out of town without supplies and a bullet in your arm after all! He's just not quiet ready to give that up. Even for donuts.]


Um. Don't suppose you'd take an IOU would ya?

[wilder]

Hmmmm...nope! Sorry.

[goldenglasses]

[Hm. New tactic is needed.] Ah, well. I doubt you really could have taken this bland... stuff... [He refuses to call it food.] And turn it into donuts anyway. Just wishful thinking. [He sighs mournfully and sticks a finger in the mess he made and eats a small part of it.] Bleh.

[Come oooooooon. Prove him wrong. Please try to prove him wrong about your skill. Not that it seems like Vash is trying the reverse psychology move on the outside. Just that he is seriously giving up and thinking Zelos is all talk.]

[wilder]

[Sorry Vash, but his pride is so little that reverse psychology isn't very effective]

Heh, if that's what you need to tell yourself to sleep at night- go on right ahead!

[goldenglasses]

[Crap. That didn't work. Back to crying.]

I just wanted a donuts! It's just not fair!

[wilder]

And I just wanted a fun and easy life. Yet here I am, on a crappy spaceship, listening to you.

[A sigh, then full of faux cheer]

Life's just not fair!

[goldenglasses]

You know what? I could go for a life like that too. A nice quiet one. Why isn't life fair? I demand a re-trail or something...

[wilder]

Well, you can't. Sorry.

[Which..honestly is harsh even by his standards, but whatever. He's cutting the feed now because he rather not listen]