driftfleet | iv - action

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.]

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[So, someone else is definitely not interested in everything (anything) involved with prosthetics and underwater locomotion. No thank you, nope. He's been splitting his time between his ship and the Iskaulit about evenly.

It means that the first time Eugene comes to check out the library, he'll find someone familiar seated at one of the tables, chin propped up on his hand as he idly and slowly skims through a book.]

[Eugene would like to think that he's a little too cultured to go gossiping around in libraries. Then again, this isn't exactly your standard library, and it's not as if he'll be disturbing anyone but Felix himself as he leans in behind him, looking over whatever he's reading.]

Found anything exciting?

[Ochako had been sort of iffy on the idea of venturing too deep into the planet, and Aizawa had visibly disapproved of it when she brought it up, so she's been trying to keep busy on and off the planet, herself. Today she's in the library, digging thoughtfully through the collection found within, and she's a little too focused to notice anyone else's arrival. There's an uncomfortably large pile of books balanced on one of her hands.]

[Have a new crewmate, Eugene. Noctis is still getting used to this place, but one thing he made sure he found was the kitchen. Eugene's dish drew him in, as it actually smelled like food.]

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.]

[If you can believe it, Felix doesn't actually notice Eugene's approach. He's not engrossed in the book, but he is sort of zoning out in general.

It makes it so that he jumps a little when he hears a voice behind him. After a second to compose himself, he tilts his head back to look at Eugene, the look on his face...a little embarrassed...]

Oh. Uh. I guess? Hi.

[No he hasn't. It's a novel. A mystery, probably, from the style.]

[If there's one thing that Lumiére truly misses (after women, of course) it's the simple joy of cooking. Well, eating too, that's a great part of the process. Alas, he can't really do either, but that doesn't stop him coming to spectate someone who can.

The only warning that something strange is coming is the steady click-click of bronze on whatever metal the ship is made of, as he hops through the corridors and into the kitchen. The candelabra hops from floor-to-chair-to-table with a surprising amount of grace, peering over at Eugene's work.]

I have to say, monsieur, I am impressed. I didn't think anyone could make an actual meal out of the ingredients we have here.

[The lack of a catalog would be difficult if Eugene was actually trying to make productive use of the library, but as it stands, he's mostly roaming the shelves looking for whatever seems interesting at the moment. When he rounds the next stack and comes upon Ochako, he can't help a lift of his eyebrows at the stack she's carting around.]

Woah. Just a little light reading, huh?

[Eugene's just reached the point of plopping a tan, red-speckled patty into a sizzling pan and leaving it on to brown, and looks over his shoulder at his new company as the smells of oil and crisping breaded meat join the existing aromas.]

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?

Hi.

[He gives a teasing smirk, sitting down next to him.]

Isn't drifting off into space kind of the opposite of your job?

[In the absence of any sign that something is actually off, Felix is enough of a friend to have earned the dubious pleasure of Eugene's amicable shit-giving.]

[Eugene is, thankfully, not working with a knife or heat the moment his peripheral vision flashes a momentarily-incomprehensible impression of light and metal and vaguely humanoid movement in miniature. His sleeves are rolled up and he's kneading a protein mixture in a bowl, which he almost upends and ends up clutching to his chest, startling back with a yelped geez-! and freezing when his brain sorts what he's looking at.

It's a recognition that's made easier by. Well. His actual childhood.

Uh. Thanks?

[He sets the bowl down carefully, still staring. Man, he'd thought seeing Jon Snow had been weird.]

Sorry.

[Lumiére hops back a bit, giving the guys some room. Right. The candelabra thing. Right. He smiles,
a little apologetic, raising his candle hands in mock surrender.]

That is quite alright, I'm sorry that I startled you. I promise it was not my intention.

[Sorry, Jon Snow, you've been trumped. ]

[It's shit-giving he's used to. The tease earns Eugene an arched eyebrow as Felix quickly recovers from that slightly awkward opening exchange.]

Do I have a job right now? Our ships are kind of submerged. If you hadn't noticed.

[She jumps a little at his voice, her hand wobbling, though thankfully it results in the books drifting upwards instead of falling down. Hastily she reaches up to set them back into a proper stack, then waves bashfully at him.]

Ah, hi! Yeah, um... just some studying, I guess.

Sure. Feels like ages since I've had real food, though I guess it's only been a couple weeks.

[He shrugs. It certainly smelled good enough. Now it remained to be seen if it could stand up to Noctis' capricious palate.]

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