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[spellsteal]

Who: Belthazar and you!
Broadcast: Y
Action: The Goldstone.
When: After the shuffle

[action; bridge]
[This is kind of old hat to Belthazar by now, but he's still startled to be deposited on yet another ship. He hasn't been on this one before. Two long pointy ears stick straight out of his messy hair, just as strange as his glowing eyes. It's weird to have all his memories suddenly there, and he's a bit disoriented by that.

He also hates dealing with change. Dreadfully so. He takes a moment to straighten his collar and regain his composure.]

It appears I'm your new cook. You're welcome to the pudding, but a word of warning: even rats won't eat that, if given the chance.

[action; kitchen]
[One of his first acts as the new cook is to completely reorder the kitchen. However people were eating before, that is about to change. Walking in, it looks like something out of Matilda-- flour, sugar, and starch all marching along to their assigned spaces in the cupboards; pots and pans neatly slotting together and sliding into yet another cupboard; and the beginnings of a stew simmering warmly on the stovetop. Belthazar dictates all of this with one hand while the other measures some spices into the broth.

Whatever he's making smells really good, but the cook himself doesn't seem to notice anyone else walking in. He's a little too engrossed in enchanting the colanders and cake pans.]

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[broadcast; video]
[Once he's had dinner started (because Light knows these people have probably never had a decent meal in their lives), he sorts out his new room and his personal shopping list. If he's going down to whatever planet they're docked at, he wants to make sure he gets the necessities-- cooking utensils, meat for the freezer, fresh vegetables, spices, and whatever else they can possibly grow on their own.

As always he's doing twenty things at once, but he pauses because he really needs to see how much time has passed and if anyone he knows is still here. He fidgets a little with the device until he can turn it on again.

He hasn't grown up too much since he was last here, with a healthy amount of baby fat still in his cheeks, but his eyes are a bright gold instead of their old radioactive green.]

My name is Belthazar. I was here, once, but between all the time that's passed at home and coming back, I haven't figured out how long it's been. The food still tastes like a different four-letter word, so I suppose things haven't changed all that much.

... I feel as if I'm waking from a very long dream, but I'm not sure which one's the dream. [He runs a hand through his bangs.] Er, right, my list. [He fumbles a bit with a pen and paper and tries to pretend he isn't a graceless creature.]

Does the Iskaulit still have a greenhouse? And, is there a place in this system where I can shop for a kitchen?

[He has more questions, but food is always a good place to start.]

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[spellsteal]

I think that last one, crass as it is, is the most apt.

Re: text

[luckyescape]

Thank you. I was proud of the spelling because I wanted to figure out a way to say ass which is totally a three letter word and not a four letter one.

But! That was fun. Thanks for playing along.

I'm Freya btw, figured I should probably mention that since you introduced yourself.

[spellsteal]

Synonyms are fair game.

[He a smiles a little, though she can't see it.]

I don't suppose you were named for a goddess of life. That name is found in a few books written on myths and legends about the formation of my world.

It's a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances.

[luckyescape]

Yeah, I was named after the Norse Goddess.

The circumstances aren't too bad. We could be somewhere a lot worse than ultra reality show madness. Though being in space is kinda trippy for someone who isn't used to it.

[spellsteal]

I have no idea what a Norse is, so I'll take your word for it. Interesting that the name is shared. Perhaps it's part of the auto translate function built into our augments, or something else?

It isn't all floating happily through space from planet to planet. Anyone who tells you this is a vacation hasn't been here long enough.

[luckyescape]

Its an old Theology. It's not important.

I've found that people, no mater the species or what have you, kind of think of the same things without provocation. It's amazing how similar everything when they have no interaction with each other.

Really? What would you call it?

[Freya is used to traveling with no where to go and no one around her, so this is more or less like her previous life style, just... in space. But, she's open for other opinions about this place.]

[spellsteal]

Amazing indeed... Perhaps there's a reason for it and we simply can't see it from our perspective-- like some other voyage of Atroma's slipping through our solar systems.

Two parts boring, one part educational, one part living hell.

[luckyescape]

Maybe.
Sounds like a lot of guess work.

See. For me, Boring = Living Hell.

I hate not having stuff to do.

[spellsteal]

I wish it were something like that. I could just read to fill the time.

We've come upon several planets with some kind of illness or poison in their environment, and we came together to help cure it, but we can't save everyone. I would rather not have things to do than be helpless.

[luckyescape]

You sound both cynical and like a good person.

It's really confusing.

[spellsteal]

Those things aren't mutually exclusive, but I'm not a good person regardless.

I just want to change my situation. That's all.

[luckyescape]

Oh? Usually people who say they aren't a good person are usually good people who have done bad things.

Why don't you think you're a good person?

[spellsteal]

Growing up alone on broken streets meant I survived how I could. I'm not a squeaky clean orphan story. My tragedy isn't tidy enough to be wrapped in a bow.

[luckyescape]

Most things can be but I understand if you don't want too or if you aren't sure how.

But surviving, no matter what you do, doesn't make you a bad person.