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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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Hey. Don't listen to him. Everything he's made today has been totally edible. [Even if there had been some last-minute salvage of a few efforts.]
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And yeah, Ravi. I'm kind of invincible.
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[He rounds on Eugene in his excitement, waving jazz hands in Kara's direction.]
She's invincible!
[Aaaand he turns his attention back to Kara.]
We are absolutely having a pow-wow later where I will hopefully get to hear everything about it!
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[Whatever 'alien' means when they're all from dozens of different worlds and in space together. He gives a quirk of a smile, gesturing at the kitchen.]
Do you, uh. Want to hear about kitchen stuff? I was just about to take mercy on Ravi and show him how easy it is to make bootleg frappucinos.
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