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Who: Piper and You!
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: Starstruck
When: Shortly after the shuffle

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Have you ever seen a lady wearing ungodly amounts of purple? No? Well, you are now and that outfit can only be said to be designed by emo teenagers-- but at least she got rid of the most offensive items a long time ago. Though she doesn't seem to really care about that, but she does look pretty well annoyed. And for good reason.]

Very funny.

[It's not said directly to the communicator because, if there's one thing you learn after a while in her life: When people suddenly kidnap you somewhere they're usually not far away to laugh at you as you panic. This went for what she remembered of her old life and just about everything that happened in the Black Woods. It's really difficult to panic under those circumstances. You just get angry instead.]

I swear if you touched those kids I will find you. Don't think I won't.

[Because she'd been looking for them what little time she was on the Marivsa because usually in situations like this... Well, she was trying not to think about it but being shuffled no more than 24 hours later does not do for one's ire. But that's all she says for the moment.]

[MINGLE FOR STARSTRUCK »

How's it going for you guys? There's the new lady around now, at least, but maybe that's not very helpful. Since she's kind of not all there-- but for different reasons than probably expected. You're not trying to take your augments out again, are you?

It seems you might have some to catch up on for now. Or maybe you just want to stop the new lady from looking through the food supplies. Because that's a thing, too.]

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Mattias Larnaca. Communications. Felix is our cook. Maybe you can show him a few tricks.

[Tilting his head towards her, he gives her his best disarming smile before pulling out a knife from some drawer. He uses it to slice the cube into tolerable segments.]

There is actual food, by the way. Or something close to it. Canned vegetables, some flour and sugar. Godawful cans of... something that wants to be meat. [He pops a piece of the cube into his mouth, pointing with the knife at a cupboard over her shoulder.] It's all in there. You're welcome to try and concoct something from it, although I might steal the bits and pieces. To taste test, of course. Can't risk poison.

[Cue the awkward chuckle and then-a beat. Maybe he shouldn't say things like that around a newbie.] ... That's a joke. It's not actually poisoned.

[ She keeps her distance, at least, while he goes about his business. She gives a slight nod, but notably doesn't introduce herself. Since what name should she even give herself here, it's a mystery. ] Well, then, it seems you have two now then. Did he do cooking before here as well?

[ Her face remains neutral if only since she's decided attempting a smile would look awkward with the way she's feeling right now-- which it would. But she gives a slight tilt of her head at his words. Well, at least there was some real food here-- small graces-- but not much she cared to work with and maybe that would have to change. No, it definitely did.

Still, she arches her brow at his last comment before saying in her own right: ]

They sound like poison. You'd think they'd be more amused by someone nearly lighting their spaceship on fire by cooking something than half-hearted food like that. But I wouldn't call any of that proper food, really.

Well, I wouldn't either. That's why I'm eating this. [See? Pointing at the cube. Granted, it's an awful time to be picky but he won't let that stop him.]

As for Felix, I'm afraid it's another mystery. He cooks decent enough that it wouldn't be outlandish but... [He shrugs.] Honestly, I'd welcome another chef. Especially someone so outraged by ingredients. [Another small smile tipped her way. Then he's popping another sliver into his mouth.]

... You're not seriously going to set the ship on fire, are you?

Hah, I'm almost thinking a diet of candy was better.

[ She frowns slightly, but manages a faint amused. ] I'm outraged because I studied to be a chef. Being told these are the ingredients I'm supposed to cook with undermines everything.

Not intentionally. [ And certainly not in the kitchen. But she shrugs, movements cautious. ] And I think I've managed well enough lately. So it should be fine. Probably.

[Chuckling warily, he raises his eyebrows.]

"Probably" doesn't exactly fill me with confidence. Will you require a chaperone?

[He's teasing. Mostly.]

I think I already have a couple whether I like it or not, unfortunately.

[ If it's a joke or not isn't distinguishable. But having two non-amnesiac castmates asking questions feels very strange. Which will just be interesting later. ]