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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!

[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!

note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]

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[ It's not long before Malak steps into the kitchen, ready to make something for dinner. His sleeves are rolled up, and he stops on sight of Alex, in surprise. He hasn't seen him before, but it's pretty clear who he must be. ]

Oh, hello.

[He notices the emotions first, a gentle river washing over the room and Alex looks up and over at Malak, almost as if he's checking to see if he's a threat. No threat detected from him, Alex goes back to focusing on the protein cube, poking it and watching it wiggle in disgust.]

Hey. How the fuck do they think this is supposed to be food?

It's a little better mixed the right way.

If you don't want to cook, I leave pre-made meals in there. [ He nods at the freezer. ] Or I cook enough for everyone in the evenings.

[He can't help but make a face like that.] I don't believe that.

Really? Oh thank god. I cooked at home 'cause it was a challenge, but there's no way in hell I'm going to even try working with this shit. [And he throws the cube away and puts the plate to be cleaned before going to the freezer and looking for something to grab.] You don't need to worry about making me anything to eat because I don't eat like you guys do.

[ Little bit of a laugh, even though Malak is a little predisposed to dislike Alex. He didn't like his boyfriend much. ]

There's a lot of the chili flavor. It matches well with the chicken and cheddar, so I've done a lot of that... there's also teriyaki chicken and vegetables.

[ He's running a little out of creativity. Please GOD give him a new kitchen next month. ]

What do you eat?

[Well, he's not going to like Alex much since he's just generally a massive jerk. Sorry, Malak.]

Ugh, that sounds awful. I'd tear my hair out if that was all I had to fucking work with.

[There's a bit of a pause at the question because he does not like to specify his eating habits with grays.]

Nothing you need to worry about. Jordan takes care of that for me.

It's a challenge. I don't mind taking care of people.

[ It's a clear avoidance, and Malak doesn't like it. He doesn't like Jordan, and doesn't trust either of them. There is a deep, wary guardedness in him. ]

I like a challenge as much as anyone, but that just seems damn near impossible.

[The guardedness makes him sigh loudly and he turns to look at Malak, arms crossed and looking vaguely annoyed.]

Look, it's not a topic I like to talk about. I got enough shit at home for it and I don't plan on dealing with that here.

I'm not interested in prying out your secrets.

[ He doesn't want to interrogate anyone. ]

Then don't be weird when I say I don't want talk about shit.

[Aaand he's going back to the freezer and digging around until he finds something without meat.]

Gives me a fucking headache when you people get all weird.