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]

[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.

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?

[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!

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?

[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.