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[privateeyed]

Who: Ben and you folks
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress
When: now

action; SS Huntress

[Ben doesn't take teleportation well. In fact, if the confetti and the music didn't tip the ship off, the loud cursing probably does - there you go, Huntress, your security officer is here]

What the fuck—give a guy some fuckin' warning next time, geez! God damn teleporting bullshit.

[once he's calmed down, though - and picked up some of the pudding because far be it from him to turn down free food - he's wandering the ship, peeking his head into rooms to see what's what]


broadcast;

[once he's somewhat settled in and found a place to sit and digest everything going on, Ben decides to set up a broadcast to get some Shit Done]

Anyone here good with cybernetics? Or - I don't know, computers? Advanced stuff, can give you the specfics if you're interested. Don't need you right now, I'm just covering my ass just in case.

[he pauses, and maybe realizes he should . . . introduce himself. Like a normal person would. You know, instead of just getting down to business]

Uh - anyway, name's Ben; if you don't know shit about cybernetics . . . I don't know, come tell me about the weird crap going on here. Or stuff I should know. I like being informed.

Comments

[privateeyed]

[Ben takes the accepted bag and, after a bit of fumbling, gets it open and takes a piece. He closes it and tosses it onto the pile with the others before taking a bite]

—that is soft. Huh. [he pops the rest in his mouth in approval] Not bad, though. Kinda reminds me of barbecue, a little. People who smoke their meat 'til it shreds like that for - whatever the fuck they put it in.

[monolike]

Oh, yeah yeah I know what you mean! Man, that takes forever. Watching a fire for that long, making sure it doesn't get too hot...what a pain. [Shuffles through a few more bags.] Do you like spicy? This one's just rabbit jerky but I made it pretty hot.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, it's like - a whole day process or something. I mean, it's probably worth it in the end, but that takes a lot of patience. [his eyebrows shoot up at the offer, his lips twitching into a wry look] As tempting as it is I'll have to pass. I can't do spicy food.

[monolike]

Got it, no spicy. [NOD NOD NOD. He'll pick a savory one then, probably pretty close to beef jerky if a little bit more gamey.] Here, this one's pretty inoffensive. I always snack on it too much.

[privateeyed]

I want to do spicy, but I'm trying to make a good impression. [Sorey you're his favorite person so far, feeding him all this good stuff] —okay, this one? This one's really good.

[monolike]

Okey dokey, I'll put the rest of this one aside for you then. [Withdraws a marker from the pile of stuff from the bag and writes what's probably "Ben" in his own world's script onto the label of the bag.] For that duct tape! Or whatever else you can find, I'm not picky. I love books too, history and anthropology and stuff.

[privateeyed]

[he'd question what language that is but all he can see is blurry squiggles, oh well] I'll bring back a bit of both, then. Dunno if I'll get lucky on the book front, but I'll try.

[monolike]

[Gotta get that eye checked buddy] I bet you'll do fine. No matter where we stop, there's always something to read. And it's cool if it's in some strange language, I can read a little of the more common ones for this galaxy.

[privateeyed]

[he has glasses they're just at home] Define "common" ones, 'cause I'll keep an eye out for those kinds. All I can pick out is Spanish, though, so no promises.

[monolike]

...uhh, actually you know what? Anything with pictures is great! [this is all just a cleverly disguised plan to get ben some food without making him work too hard in return anyway]

[privateeyed]

[oh my god Sorey you don't have to feed him!!] Okay? I can do that too.

[he's going to end up with a bag full of books and duct tape i s2g]

[monolike]

[YES HE DOES!!!! FOR FRIENDSHIP!] Anyway, it's okay if you don't find anything! As you can see the jerky's all just kind of sitting here anyhow, taking up space. I could just give it to you...

[privateeyed]

[WHY DOES EVERYONE FRIEND HIM WITH FOOD] What - no way, I'll trade for it. Wouldn't feel right, considering you smoke it and all yourself.

[monolike]

[BECAUSE IT'S EASY???] I mostly just do it for fun. And for, y'know, cases like this. [Sorey sits back on his heels, hands on his knees.] But I definitely won't refuse more books. Or duct tape.

[privateeyed]

[NO STOP THE WAY TO FRIENDSHIP IS NOT THROUGH HIS STOMACH] Yeah, well . . . I'll still bring you whatever I find. Fair's fair.

[monolike]

[UR GONNA GET SOME FRIENDSHIP ONE WAY OR ANOTHER] Okey dokey! I've got no problem with that. [Sticks out his hand for Ben to shake]

[privateeyed]

[NO IT BURNS STOP] Then we've got a deal. [he takes the hand to shake, still careful with his grip]