Open | mingle | i give thanks that our ship is swank

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Who: SS Golden crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden
When: The month of November!


The mingle for the Golden! Feel free to make your starters for the month and tag around.

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Jeyne Westerling | OTA

[goodandtrue]

[It was Jeyne's second shuffle, but the feeling of being lost and out of place hadn't been shaken off yet. Because of her divided time between the Golden and the Blue Fish, she hadn't had a great deal of time to meet and socialize with her crew members. They were still strangers to her, but she wanted to become friendlier with them.

Still a bit shy, Jeyne wandered uncertainly about the ship. She could often be found in her room. She would keep the door open until later evening, in case anyone needed assistance or general first aid. When not with visitors, she took up reading some of the books that she had found about, growing used to the noise about the ship, happily accepting it in place of the silence on the Marsiva.

On occasion, she would visit the kitchen, still struggling to learn how to make herself something to eat. Despite her sweet nature, when she failed yet again to catch on to the concept, she would smack the appliance and whisper an oath under her breath. A burned lunch, a burned dinner. It was always the same.

But more often than not, she can simply be found wandering, exploring as she did once before.]

[hot4engines]

Turn the heat on lower. [Kaylee had smelled the burnt dinner, and so she followed her nose, deciding to help Jeyne and smiling as she pointed.] You can turn it to different heat settings up here, see?

[goodandtrue]

[She smiled in relief to see Kaylee. Having expected an eventual scolding, it was nice to see someone that she considered a friend to help her.

She glanced at the settings, hesitantly lowering it as Kaylee suggested.]

Paste or burnt food. I'm famished just by thinking of my choices.

Thank you. I regret taking the cooks in my household for granted.

[hot4engines]

[Kaylee nodded sympathetically.]

It's definitely a skill that can take some time to learn. But it's worth it when you do, especially if we ever get ahold of fresh ingredients. When I got enough credits, I'm makin' us all a steak dinner.

[goodandtrue]

How often are we able to get fresh ingredients? [Just hearing Kaylee's plan is enough to make Jeyne's stomach rumble.] I think I would be satisfied for even some burned bacon now.

At least I will have time to learn before we get more ingredients.

[hot4engines]

Mmm... bacon DOES sound good, don't it? Heck if I know, though... only stuff I found on the waystation was more protein, and I ain't heard of anybody finding any animals to hunt or plants on the planetside neither.

[goodandtrue]

Does that mean we will have to rely on the waystations? That is rather limiting.

[hot4engines]

Or whatever Atroma gives us, sadly. If we can find someone to protect us, we can look round the waystation a bit more, though.

[goodandtrue]

What do you mean? Like a sword? I'm afraid I wouldn't know how to use one.

[hot4engines]

Oh, I ain't got any idea how to use a weapon to save my life, either. But there's gotta be someone on this fleet who does, unless they all went to check out that shipwreck.

[goodandtrue]

[This is a ridiculous question and she knows it, but she has to ask anyway. She can easily imagine her septa's response to the idea.]

Is it appropriate for women to use weapons in this world?

[hot4engines]

[She nodded, looking puzzled.]

Uh-huh... why wouldn't it be?

[goodandtrue]

It isn't where I am from. It's...not acceptable at all.

[noprophecies]

[FINALLY, someone understands her troubles with all this rubbish technology! Tempest catches Jeyne in the kitchen and crosses her arms, watching until she hears the young woman mutter her oath and can't help but snicker to herself. A sympathy snicker, because the stove is just about the only thing she can get to work properly]

Tricky thing, isn't it? Would you like some help?

[goodandtrue]

[Her eyes darted up, unfamiliar with the voice, but unsurprising that someone wandered by. Over a week on the ship and she had learned to grow used to having others about, using the kitchen as often as she did.

It was a bit embarrassing though to find someone she hadn't met.]

Please. I think these wheels [she pointed to the dials] mean something, but I only seem to make it worse.

[noprophecies]

[she understands the embarrassment, having gone through it before. Instead of commenting on it, though - as she normally would - Tempest moves over to stand next to her, the better to gesture as she speaks]

They are - I think they are called knobs, and you must turn them in order to make the top light up. [she turns one on, but low] The more you turn it, the bigger the flame is. This middle one is for the oven part, and it works a similar way. The more you turn it, the hotter it becomes.

[goodandtrue]

That would explain why I wasn't able to heat the pan. [It was so much easier to just light a fire and roast meat over it. Not that she had much experience in that either.] The fire starts itself? Just by turning the knobs?

[noprophecies]

Mm, that's right. Don't ask me how, though - I never did ask, and it seems pointless now as long as it does what it's meant to.

[goodandtrue]

I suppose that is for the best. Even if it was explained to me, I might not understand it that well.

They didn't have these in your world either?

[noprophecies]

Mm, I doubt I would understand it either. Even if I am somewhat familiar with these things.

[she shakes her head] I am from a world without technology.

[goodandtrue]

So am I. We had fires and ovens, but nothing with knobs and buttons.

[Toyed with the plate, looking with distaste at the paste.]

Or anything like this. Is it always this soft?

[noprophecies]

The sort where you had to start the fire yourself, yes? Those are what my world has.

[she glances down at the plate and wrinkles her nose in distaste as well]

Unfortunately. It is something of an acquired taste.

[goodandtrue]

If only I had that ability as well, I might not feel so pampered. We had servants and cooks to manage the kitchens.

Now I have to learn to make something for myself.

[She pushed the plate away.]

I suppose paste is better than something more difficult?

[noprophecies]

My, am I in the presence of a proper lady, then?

[she says it in a teasing tone. The proper sorts were always interesting, especially since in her own world, she tended to keep her distance from them] I could teach you, it is not as hard as one may think.

[she hums] Or nothing at all. When we stop at the different planets, I have been trying to find real fruit and vegetables, at least. Though the paste is not so bad once you get used to it - just soft and odd, like it is not supposed to be that way.

[goodandtrue]

My septa certainly worked hard to make me so.

[She answers the teasing with a small laugh. It had been some time since she actually felt proper and ladylike. She was lesser nobility and a rebel queen, it was difficult to hold herself to the same standards that she used to.]

I should be grateful.

It tastes strange. Are real fruits and vegetables so hard to find at the different planets?