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driftfleet2017-08-10 04:55 pm
ginger_firebird) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-10 04:55 pm
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Marquis de Carabas
Who: Mantis / Open
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[What a day what a day what a day. He doesn't mind the planet all that much. It reminds him of the kind of large cities on Earth: all full of bustle and the flow of people. More importantly, the many people need many kinds of work, and when that many people need work, money follows soon after. It isn't a lot of money, of course, and he had to scrounge a bit to even get a bag to carry things in and clothes not made of leather or whatever the jumpsuits that come with residency the ship are made of.
Yet most of all, it is the food that makes him feel so very much alive. It's a profound and deep feeling to experience the hunger brought about by the absence of variety in a diet, and he's currently cooped up in a small pocket away from the greater flow of foot and vehicular traffic to have a moment alone with some food. His mask is tilted almost jauntily on his head, letting his mouth be exposed as he sets up the comms device between bites.]
Food is a strange thing to miss. This planet is very different from home, but I know this kind of city. Like a highly compressed New York or Tokyo. Also, my fellow Bishop crew will be receiving a boon- [He holds up his bag, which is currently bulging at odd angles.] Of a variety of local foods I found. Comprehensively nutritious gels may keep the body going, but it is not in by any means, food. I can't eat this all by myself and I can't be the only one who could stand to taste something that may have truly been alive before it wasn't.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: In a quiet corner
When: Now
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[What a day what a day what a day. He doesn't mind the planet all that much. It reminds him of the kind of large cities on Earth: all full of bustle and the flow of people. More importantly, the many people need many kinds of work, and when that many people need work, money follows soon after. It isn't a lot of money, of course, and he had to scrounge a bit to even get a bag to carry things in and clothes not made of leather or whatever the jumpsuits that come with residency the ship are made of.
Yet most of all, it is the food that makes him feel so very much alive. It's a profound and deep feeling to experience the hunger brought about by the absence of variety in a diet, and he's currently cooped up in a small pocket away from the greater flow of foot and vehicular traffic to have a moment alone with some food. His mask is tilted almost jauntily on his head, letting his mouth be exposed as he sets up the comms device between bites.]
Food is a strange thing to miss. This planet is very different from home, but I know this kind of city. Like a highly compressed New York or Tokyo. Also, my fellow Bishop crew will be receiving a boon- [He holds up his bag, which is currently bulging at odd angles.] Of a variety of local foods I found. Comprehensively nutritious gels may keep the body going, but it is not in by any means, food. I can't eat this all by myself and I can't be the only one who could stand to taste something that may have truly been alive before it wasn't.
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[Ardyn could always sense Mantis now using his telepathic ability. It was true that telepaths could sense one another easier than non-telepaths could. Ever since Mantis' arrival on the Marsiva, Ardyn had been intrigued by the strange man.]
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I have fellow crewmates to help me eat all of this. If I miss real food this much, someone else on that ship misses it more than I do.
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The joy of having crew mates is one of the very few pleasures one gets to enjoy aboard these prisons. I have found most of the food being offered less than satisfactory. This....space gel we're forced to eat....terrible.
[He's a fussy eater.]