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driftfleet2016-10-03 01:34 pm
survivalistcookbook) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-03 01:34 pm
Entry tags:
iii - action - open
Who: Eugene Woods and Ravi Chakrabarti
Broadcast: None
Action: the Three Twins
When: Monday morning
[All right. The pizza rush has died down, a fresh week's work of rations has been supplied, and Eugene's proofread and edited his little manuscript-in-progress of The Survivalist Cookbook: Lost in Space Edition enough to feel reasonably comfortable with the thought of another human looking at it. He calls ahead so that Ravi can keep an eye out for him, bundles into a short-range shuttle, and makes his way to the new ship with a quiet hope that the oven is repaired and won't need to be repaired again by the end of the day.]
[He spends most of the day in the kitchen, where any members of the crew or visiting fleetmates can find the two cooks working through a crash course of soups and stews, breads, casseroles, and some protein concoctions that are hopefully foolproof. The goal is to at least help prepare enough food and food-related strategies in advance that, even without him there to hang over anyone's shoulder, they can eat pretty well for several days. Fingers crossed nothing catches fire or ends up on the ceiling.]
Broadcast: None
Action: the Three Twins
When: Monday morning
[All right. The pizza rush has died down, a fresh week's work of rations has been supplied, and Eugene's proofread and edited his little manuscript-in-progress of The Survivalist Cookbook: Lost in Space Edition enough to feel reasonably comfortable with the thought of another human looking at it. He calls ahead so that Ravi can keep an eye out for him, bundles into a short-range shuttle, and makes his way to the new ship with a quiet hope that the oven is repaired and won't need to be repaired again by the end of the day.]
[He spends most of the day in the kitchen, where any members of the crew or visiting fleetmates can find the two cooks working through a crash course of soups and stews, breads, casseroles, and some protein concoctions that are hopefully foolproof. The goal is to at least help prepare enough food and food-related strategies in advance that, even without him there to hang over anyone's shoulder, they can eat pretty well for several days. Fingers crossed nothing catches fire or ends up on the ceiling.]
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[Eugene drops his voice too, though he's still struggling with that last detail.]
Okay, back up, you're going to need to explain 'zombie summer camp' to me before we keep going here.
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Long story short, this isn't my first rodeo with interdimensional-kidnapping. I was trapped in a zombie summer camp somewhere in France with a bunch of other people. Sam Yao just happened to be one of them.
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That part's sort of on the down-low, but yes, that would be an accurate summation of the situation. But the zombies from your world and the zombie from my world are entirely different, so we suspected that they're different strains. Though - curiously - both came about as a result of the apparently deadly combination of an energy drink and recreational drug.