001 | Waking up + Arrival on the Wonderduck

[castoredux]

Who: Shinjiro Aragaki
Broadcast: Yeah. All of it.
Action: Marsiva | SS Wonderduck
When: June 27th-30th

Initial Broadcast | Action Aboard the Marsiva | June 27-29

[It actually wouldn't be so bad if his last memory hadn't been faceplanting after standing up against Takaya in defense of Ken. That should have been the end of it. That was how it should have ended.

But Shinji had learned a while ago, things rarely went the way he thought they should. Instinct brought his hand to his chest as he sat up on the cot. No blood, no torn fabric, no...gaping bullet hole where his lungs should be. Before he even sets about taking stock of where he is, he pulls off that coat, pulls up the black turtleneck beneathe. His left breast is clear, save for a nasty, though healed, bullet scar. It's clear from the puckering of the skin it was deep, if not a piercing wound.

He grimaces and takes a shuttering breath, shivering as he pulls the shirt back down and shrugs back into his coat. It was then that the displays around him started to catch his attention, and his confusion only deepens. He wanders a little aimlessly until the great expanse of space is sprawled out before him through the viewing windowed.

He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.]

...what the Hell...?


SS Wonderduck | Action | Everybody, meet your new cook

[Okay, so. He'd been kidnapped. Cool. No, not really. He'd been graverobbed, resurrected, and stuck on a space ship. Okay. Sure. Whatever. That's cool. He'd been almost happy to note his Evoker was still in his pocket. Awesome.

Even though someone had warned him about this part, though, he still wasn't prepared for it.

There's a tall, lithe, beanie-wearing, maroon peacoat-sporting sourpuss covered in confetti on the bridge of the SS Wonderduck, though. He looks down at the colorful paper dusting the breast of his coat, shoves his hands in his pocket and scoffs.]

Cute.

Comments

[postocular]

Hell if I should know. [ Carl shrugs his shoulders, but he mirrors the smirk. ]

[castoredux]

[He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.]

...I mean, I guess it's kinda cool that I can fly a spaceship.

[postocular]

Yeah. It's something that I'd never have been able to do at home. I think most of the things can fall under that category, anymore.

[castoredux]

[It was a funny sort of point he made, but Shinjiro couldn't argue the validity of it. There wasn't anything left at home for him to do. All he could do was hope his friends were able to stop what was coming...before the world ended, but he didn't have a part to play in that.

Apparently, he got to be an astronaut on a TV show.]

...pretty much. [And that's not something he really wants to think about.] So. What's good. [He wiggled the menu slightly.]

[postocular]

[ Ah, back to business. He slides out of the booth, pulling a pad of paper and a pen out of his apron. ]

Honestly? Everything is good. My favorites are the spaghetti, the omelette, and the space tacos.

[castoredux]

[Shinji allows himself to follow along, eyes stopping on different selections as Carl mentions them. He raises an eyebrow after he's finished, though.]

...that why the spaghetti's named after you?

[postocular]

Mister Jarvis needed asked us what we missed from home when he started this place. He kinda delivered in a big way.

[castoredux]

Spaghetti and meatballs?

[He's reminded of Akihiko...and his love of ramen. Sort of the same thing, right, but Italian?]

Mister Jarvis doesn't sound like a bad guy.

[postocular]

He's pretty great- and an amazing cook. What do you want to drink?

[castoredux]

Yeah?

[Maybe Shinji would have to try to meet this guy...someday. When he was up to meeting a bunch of people.]

Uh...water's fine.

[postocular]

Okay, I'll put it in. Shouldn't be too long. [ He leaves to go give the order to the kitchen and brings back a glass of ice water, setting it in front of Shinji. ]

Anything else?

[castoredux]

[ He gives a small shake of his head and looks away before continuing. ]

This just a part-time job for you?

[postocular]

Pretty much, yeah. Even with the stuff I do to maintain the ship, there's still a lot of free time.

[castoredux]

Cool.

[ He nods...really really sure where to go from here... ]

...what do you do on your ship?

[postocular]

I'm an engineer. So I basically just make sure the ship stays in the sky.

What augment did you get assigned?

[castoredux]

[ At the question, Shinji just sort of rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. He doesn't usually talk about this sort of thing. ]

...cook.

[postocular]

Really? That's cool, I don't have a single cooking skill in my entire body. Did you have experience from home, or did you get the short end of the stick?

[castoredux]

[ His love of cooking was something Shinjiro typically played close to the vest, but after a moment, he nodded gently. ] It ain't like I've got any professional training or anything, but yeah.

[ What he does have, and what he doesn't really tell people, is a gift for it. He can watch someone make something, even on TV, and make it perfectly, presentation and all. ]

[postocular]

Still. I think I've burned everything I've ever tried making. Guess I got all my cooking skills from my mom.

[castoredux]

[ He scoffs. ]

You ever tried to learn anything?

[postocular]

There wasn't really time to learn at home. Here, I dunno. I didn't really try. Helped one of my friends with a baking competition at the last planet, but I don't think that counts.

[castoredux]

It ain't hard, Carl.

[ Granted, he's never really tried to teach anyone, either. ]

[postocular]

No, I guess not. That mean you'd be willing to teach me?

[castoredux]

I guess, sure.

[ He shrugs, though. ]

If you don't screw it up.

[postocular]

[ Carl laughs, shaking his head. ]

I can't make any promises, but I'll try.

[castoredux]

[ He scoffs. ]

Yeah, we'll see.