broadcast + action

[princessences]

Who: Allura & YOU!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Tourist
When: August 10th - 15th

[ broadcast ★ video ★ 08/10 ]

[ The feed opens up on a bed with one new passenger. Except she's asleep and turning on the bed, which really makes bad television. She mumbles something to herself and dozes right back off, at least for a few more minutes. But when she finally does rouse, she stretches and yawns. It should look very ladylike but she might have some drool dried at the corner of her mouth.

Except it becomes very apparent to her right away that this isn't where she should be. Allura flails and jumps from the bed. ]

What--where is this? Where am I!?

[ Has she been...taken captive? But by whom? She rounds the room, casting a suspicious eye to her surroundings. But something catches her eye which brings her closer to the camera... ]

[ action ★ ss tourist bridge ★ 08/12 ]

[ Well, that was sufficiently embarrassing. Allura grits her teeth as she marches out of the room she awoke in. HS Marsiva? To have anyone play host and keep an ever watchful, ever prying gaze is unsettling, to say the least. She also rather doesn't fancy being some sort of captive or wayward traveler. There is much left to accomplish where she should be.

Fists clenched at her sides, she marches onward to find a different deck. When one of the automatic doors slides open, she nearly collides with the person on the other side. She's angry.

And then suddenly no longer on the Marsiva. Enveloped in a pool of light, Allura feels herself move in and out of time in space in the span of a few seconds. What was once a corridor is now the bridge of an entirely different ship--

SS Tourist.

She should be happy about the confetti that comes with her arrival, but really.

Allura is unimpressed. ]

Quiznak, I am already very tired of this!

[ action ★ ss tourist kitchen ★ 08/15 ]

[ The past few days on the SS Tourist ave been enlightening in a number of ways, and frustrating in many others. She tries to keep herself in high spirits and take things one day at a time, but she has yet to make much progress in returning to the Castle.

Food is important, however, but Allura is unfamiliar with much of the cuisine on the ship. She kind of misses her food goo.

She squints as she leans forward to read some of the menu offerings. ]

..."PB Sandwich"? What is that?

Comments

[universal_charm]

Did you not like them? Milkshakes are amazing. Maybe you just had a bad flavor?

_{[ Doo-dee-doo continuing to make sandwiches. He wishes they had apples or maybe bananas though, to add a bit of something. Oh! Or honey. But he guessed they should be lucky to have peanut butter. Or the closest thing to it. Though he does have to wonder about something though... ]}

Does that mean you've been to Earth? If you've had a milkshake.

[princessences]

I enjoyed it very much! That...was part of the problem.

[ She has a long and complicated relationship with milkshakes. But she will try the peanut butter, at least. ]

...Oh, this is delicious.

[ A beat. ]

Cows don't make this, do they?

[ JUST. TO be safe. But she shakes her head to his question. ]

I have not. Many of my teammates are from Earth, however, so I've been introduced to some of the culture vicariously.

[universal_charm]

Why was it a problem that you enjoyed a milkshake? Did something happen with a cow?

_{[ The look he is giving you Allura is the look of teenage confusion. Teenage male confusion when faced with a female doing something they find inexplicable. ]}

And no, peanut butter comes from a peanut - which is a plant.

[princessences]

[ The cow.

Really, it wasn't Kaltenecker's fault that...that happened. But there was so much that Allura hadn't needed to know. To see. Ignorance was bliss. ]

...I had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing how milkshakes were made.

[ Which meant squeezing a cow inappropriately.

She is very relieved to learn that peanuts came from plants. ]

Oh thank the stars.

[ Plants are good. Plants are her preferred food source. ]

Then, yes, delicious.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He's still giving her a weird look. ]}

So, what, you're one of those people who doesn't eat animal products or something?

_{[ He takes a scoop for himself and sucks on the rich food, smiling some when she enjoys herself. ]}

See? Told you. I like to eat it with apples too.

[princessences]

[ Allura raises her brows. You precocious child. THAT sounds like an accusation. ]

One of "those" people?

[ She has no idea what an apple is, but that's hardly surprising. ]

[universal_charm]

Yeah - like a vegetarian, but they just don’t eat meat. I think vegan is not eating any sort of animal product.

_{[ It’s just an honest question. You can be what you want princess, he just doesn’t understand why you’re upset over milk. It’s MILK. ]}

[princessences]

Oh.

[ She's not familiar with those words, but-- ]

Yes, that's correct. Most of our cuisine is plant-based.

[universal_charm]

Makes sense then you were weirded out by a cow. Maybe we can find you some almond or soy milk - those are plants - and you can make shakes with them too.

_{[ For now, they had what they had. He put the two pieces of break together and held up a flat kitchen knife. ]}

You want your crusts?

[princessences]

...There are other forms of milk?

[ He.

Has just made her quintant. Like. SERIOUSLY. ]

Are those easily available?

[ She has no clue how to make milkshakes other than the horrifying milking the cow part. She'll need assistance.

But to his question. ]

The crust is fine, thank you.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He gave an apologetic shrug. ]}

I don't really know. I mean, they're Earth plants, but I'm sure other planets would have plant-based liquids similar to milk. Guess it depends on where we're going and what these ships got stocked with...

_{[ His tone suggest dubious faith on this matter. ]}

[princessences]

[ Allura gives a thoughtful pause. ]

The standard nutrient here is a little less flavorful than I'm used to, but it's not terrible.