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Who: Axel and anybody
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Tourist, in quarters if you want
When: Thursday, 19March, afternoon

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[He looks... really unsettled, like he just watched something awful happen and doesn't even know how to process it. In fact that's pretty much exactly what happened: he awoke with a start from a dream he's sure wasn't a dream--he remembers it like it happened, like memories... but it's been hours, not the year-plus he experienced in that dream. He's still trying to wrap his head around everything, and that's when it hits him: he died. And Roxas is gone. Not just gone from the fleet, he already knew that part, and it suddenly hurts a thousandfold more than it did before, because Roxas had been here and now he's not, and now Axel knows he's gone for good. Suddenly he feels like he wasted an opportunity, and he has no excuse other than ignorance.

[He rubs his arms--it's strangely cold in here, it seems--and regards the feed on his communicator. He just needs to get his mind off this.]

So, Fleet, I'm curious: is there ice cream wherever you come from? What's your favorite flavor? Gimme your best ice cream story, I'm bored.

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Nah, I like vanilla, too. Simple isn't necessarily boring, I think. Vanilla goes with a lot of stuff--have you ever had like a scoop of vanilla ice cream in a cup of coffee?

Yes, pairing it with other things, that's exactly my reason. [you so smart, dude]

But I've never tried it with coffee... Is the coffee hot when you put them together?

Versatility is definitely one of vanilla's perks.

Yeah! Hot coffee and cold ice cream; the ice cream melts into the coffee and it gives it a really great flavor. I'm told vanilla ice cream in soda is good, too, they call it a float?

I've had those before. Hm... I'll have to try your suggestion. Bitter and sweet, cold and warm, it sounds delicious.

[well...she's not the biggest fan of coffee, but acting like she likes it makes her seem mature. And she can appreciate the idea of it, so it still... counts... right?]

Hopefully we'll come to a planet or something that has both coffee and ice cream.

I actually cheat when I do the ice cream in coffee, though: I put sugar in the coffee, too. [He grins a little.] Don't tell anybody.

[aw... she laughs softly]

Hm, it'll be our secret. Although now I'm even more intrigued, I'll be sure to ask you for your special recipe.

The ice cream I used to get when I was a kid was sea salt. It was kind of vanilla-y, but it was a little salty even as it was sweet. That was actually really good in coffee; the little salty flavor was awesome.

It turned the coffee a really weird color, though, 'cuz the ice cream itself was blue.

[hmm.... she thinks about that ice cream flavor]

That sounds nice. Sweet, salty, and blue... almost like someone crying from happy memory.

It's my favorite.

[He chuckles softly.] That's a nice image for it, I like it. [He's definitely got some happy memories with sea salt ice cream. They're all he's got left of some people.] I'll have to remember that.

So do you have an ice cream story? Or just an appreciation?

When I was a little girl, all the adults loved to drink black tea. Sometimes when we were all supposed to be drinking tea, my brother would convince the cooks to arrange a very small scoop of vanilla ice cream for me. To "enhance the tea's flavor" he said.

[ah... she pauses. why did she think of that now? haha... there is a slight moment where she looks off to the side of the communicator, looking a little sad and happy at the same time

It was such a treat.

Ooh, you had cooks? Sounds fancy~ I just had... my ma. She was a pretty good cook, though.

[He catches the way her eyes skirt off to the side; this is something that's a bit hard for her to talk about, it seems. He ventures a shallow, benign hint of a smile.]

I don't have any siblings, though. Sounds like your brother looked out for ya pretty well, though.

[hmm, as he mentions the idea of a mother cooking for you she can't help but smile]

He did. [but it's still a complicated feeling that she doesn't know how to reconcile. Sooooo she'll justttttt divertttttt]

What kind of food did your mother like to cook?

[He knows a topic shift when he hears one. That's fine, he's not really trying to be nosy.]

She cooked with a lot of herbs, she had a little garden out behind our house. Most everybody in my hometown had a garden of some sort, so we traded stuff with the neighbors a lot. She used to make these potatoes with, ah... thyme and rosemary. One of my favorites.

She made pretty good homemade pizza, too. Man, I wish we could get some pizza out here.

Homemade pizza? That seems like it would be so hard... doesn't that require a special oven?

[I CANNOT OVERSTATE HOW ENRAPTURED SHE SEEMS BY THIS STORY]

[He shakes his head.]

Nah, you can just use a regular oven. The trick is what you cook it on! [He wags a finger importantly.] She had this round stone baking pan she'd spread the crust over, instead of a metal one, and it made it crispy on the bottom, it was awesome.

Phew, I really miss pizza.

[He pointedly refuses to mention missing home, or his family, because if he even considers thinking about that it'll be too much. He hasn't been home in over ten years. He's not going home until he puts right a lot of what he helped put wrong. He can't think about home.]

[it is a distinction. One that she doesn't catch fully, but senses the edges of. She wonders idly if there's something else there, but... hah, she only just diverted attention away from her own past but a moment ago. What she can sense makes her feel closer, and after a moment of consideration she replies]

We should find some. It may be a long search, but we'll surely find something if we look together.

[Though their stories are likely vastly different, he has a feeling they have similar walls up around the events of their pasts. It's a little worrisome that one so young has already built such walls, but Axel supposes he wasn't much older than she appears when Radiant Garden fell. Tragedy doesn't care how young you are, and molds everyone differently. Whatever he and Nunnally may have in common, though, they're not stories that will be shared today.

[He grins at her suggestion, and gives a nod.]

Sounds like a plan. We'll check every planet and way-station we come to until we find the perfect pizza. There's gotta be at least one somewhere in space.

Or if we're forced to, we could try to make some. We could collect different ingredients from different way stations and worlds... And while I wouldn't know where to start, someone on the fleet might know something about building an appropriate pan?

[He actually laughs, a bright and genuine sound, and then shakes his head, still smiling.]

I like the way you think, Nunnally. I'm sure I can look up the ingredients somewhere, but yeah, it's that stone pan that might be hard to do extempore. I think a couple of ships in the fleet have cooks, don't they? Maybe someone will have an idea.

[He's not much of a cook, but this kinda sounds like it could be fun.]

That's a good idea. I can look through the ship rosters and gather a list of people to bother. [hehe... she smiles]

And... I like projects like this. In this place we have nothing but time on our hands. The idea of truly creating something here is an encouraging one.

Sounds like a plan, then. I look forward to working with ya.

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