open mingle post;

[payback]

Who: Everyone on the waystation!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: open to everyone to tag into
When: October 11, 2014

[It sure is a lovely day actually pretty much indeterminate time period out here in the vast darkness of space, isn't it? I bet everyone's enjoying themselves, getting a chance to get off their dinky little ship and stretch their legs. Even on this shitty, empty little waystation.

Where are you, droot flooters? What are you up to? Stay out of trouble, now.]

[ooc: hi everyone! I thought I'd give this a try and see how the game liked it. What we have here is a mass mingle post. Rather than everyone making a bunch of different posts about landing on the station, everyone is invited to post a parent comment with their character out and about, doing something. Everyone else is invited to look at who's posted, tag them, post their own parent comments, thread jack, tag around and generally have a grand old time! It should hopefully be a nice low-pressure way to do some action tagging with each other.

Please tag in if you feel so inclined! Don't be shy to tag around!]

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[limitstorm]

[ riku blinks, and then awkwardly shakes his head. ]

No clue, but... process of elimination? If it's not one thing, maybe it's the other.

[ he looks back at the food. ]

But we are in space.

[catamite]

You sound like you have better guesses than I would...

[sighing helplessly in the direction of the food]

...How are we supposed to know what to do with these?

[limitstorm]

I don't know.

[ he hums, picking up one of the root vegetables and turning it over in his hands, squeezing it, sniffing at it lightly. ]

Cook and hope for the best? You could make a stew with this.

[catamite]

[a despondent pause]

...You know how to do that?

[limitstorm]

Know how to... cook?

[catamite]

Yeah. Like... make a stew.

[limitstorm]

Yeah. It's easy enough, you just need to know what to put in.

[ he clears his throat. ]

But... the weird jello they have on-board works, too.

[catamite]

[he just rubs the side of his face]

...It seems so complicated.

[--both cooking and space-jello.]

[limitstorm]

Which one? [ to further query. ]

[catamite]

...All of it. [to fail at clarifying.]

[limitstorm]

[ that says a lot...

riku clears his throat. ]

Anyone can make a stew. It's one of the easiest things to make. I'd show you if there was someplace to cook here, but I could show you over video if you wanna learn, back on your ship.

[catamite]

I don't know how to cook at all though...

[he's just going to starve and die. that's just what's going to happen.]

[limitstorm]

Everyone starts out like that, it's no problem.

[catamite]

But I'm really no good at it.

My sister caught on, but I just... don't get it, I guess.

[limitstorm]

[ firmly; ]

You just need to learn. Anyone can do it.

[catamite]

[the firm tone helps him at least try to believe it]

Okay. ...If you say so.

[limitstorm]

I do.

What's your frequency?

[ stern. he's not letting someone be unable to feed themselves. he used to be in that boat. ]

[catamite]

[he can't argue that tone either. obediently, he pulls out his communicator, brings up the number, and holds it out for him to see.]

[limitstorm]

[ he hesitates before sighing and inputting his number, showing his frequency to nel. ]

I'm Riku.

[catamite]

[whoa snap he got someone's digits~]

I'm Nel.

[he at least manages to push a smile onto his face!]