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driftfleet2017-03-31 11:31 pm
survivalistcookbook) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-31 11:31 pm
Entry tags:
iv - action - open
Who: Eugene et al
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Wonderduck and the Iskaulit
When: Backdated to Wednesday, 3/29
action - Wonderduck
[This time, it isn't a cloud of confetti and an unfamiliar deck. Eugene wakes up in his bunk, the same as he does every what-passes-for-morning-in-space, leg off and leaning against the side of his bunk, iPod alongside his pillow. But something feels off, off-balance like adjusting to a new crutch or being too cold, and it takes a bewildered flit through his communications device to see that he has apparently been out for weeks.
Eventually, he overcomes the jittery, dark feeling and ascends to the ship proper, retreating straight to the kitchen and setting to making something to eat. He makes extra by force of habit, and any crewmates who pop in will find a savory noodle dish in the works, the cook focused on chopping and mixing and seasoning various topping mixtures.
Food first. Then he can figure everything else out.]
action - Iskaulit
[As it turns out, he can only cook for so long. The Marsiva isn't appreciably different, but he does take a few laps around it just to be sure. It feels good to get moving a little, anyway, and given that he's not fond of the options of submersion-testing his prosthetic or trying to figure out his individual wetsuit-and-flippers situation, he prefers spending awhile here in the garden or there in the library, even poking his head into the Interfaith Center once he's settled enough.]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Wonderduck and the Iskaulit
When: Backdated to Wednesday, 3/29
action - Wonderduck
[This time, it isn't a cloud of confetti and an unfamiliar deck. Eugene wakes up in his bunk, the same as he does every what-passes-for-morning-in-space, leg off and leaning against the side of his bunk, iPod alongside his pillow. But something feels off, off-balance like adjusting to a new crutch or being too cold, and it takes a bewildered flit through his communications device to see that he has apparently been out for weeks.
Eventually, he overcomes the jittery, dark feeling and ascends to the ship proper, retreating straight to the kitchen and setting to making something to eat. He makes extra by force of habit, and any crewmates who pop in will find a savory noodle dish in the works, the cook focused on chopping and mixing and seasoning various topping mixtures.
Food first. Then he can figure everything else out.]
action - Iskaulit
[As it turns out, he can only cook for so long. The Marsiva isn't appreciably different, but he does take a few laps around it just to be sure. It feels good to get moving a little, anyway, and given that he's not fond of the options of submersion-testing his prosthetic or trying to figure out his individual wetsuit-and-flippers situation, he prefers spending awhile here in the garden or there in the library, even poking his head into the Interfaith Center once he's settled enough.]
Wonderduck!
What is that? [It isn't to be mean or question that it's actually food, but he's quite surprised that it is, in fact, food.]
I'm amazed you can make stuff besides the pudding garbage.
[Because that was what he had come to expect in his time aboard the Marsiva.]
no subject
Spicy chicken cutlet with peanut noodles. Not as easy as pudding garbage, but a lot closer to real food.
[He's just not going to mention that the "cutlet" comes generously bracketed in scare quotes, originating in chicken-flavored protein itself. Some binders, seasoning, and breadcrumbs, and he knows he can fake a damn good giant chicken nugget.]
Do you want some?
no subject
[He shrugs. It certainly smelled good enough. Now it remained to be seen if it could stand up to Noctis' capricious palate.]