02 // Audio;

[justamobster]

Who: Ladon Ceto and you~
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On whichever ship volunteers!
When: Broadcast is April 14th-ish. Action can happen any time in April afterward.

[ Ladon is still defaulting to audio broadcasts. That's not likely to change any time soon. He starts this one by clearing his throat momentarily. The awkwardness of addressing a large audience never really goes away. ]

Heard that sharin' resources is the norm here, yeah? So I got a proposition.

Tourist ain't got a decent kitchen. But I got a hankerin' for pancakes. So I'm wonderin' if any ship that's got one don't mind lettin' me borrow it. [ There's the crinkling of a bag in the background. Ladon has recently gone shopping and bought all he needs for pancakes... aside from a stove, of course. ] Can pay you back by feedin' you. Only ones I'll burn'll be mine. Also clean up after myself, yeah?

Lemme know.

((OOC: If multiple ships want mobster pancakes, that's cool! He'll make them for whoever asks. He never gets sick them. Really.))

Comments

[deshabille]

What. Is a pancake?

[justamobster]

You ain't never had pancakes? [ This is a tragedy. He must correct it. ] Same kinda stuff that goes into makin' muffins, yeah? But you grill 'em up flat in a fryin' pan, then drown 'em in syrup.

[deshabille]

It sounds painfully sweet. [She wants twelve.]

[justamobster]

Sure are. Hell, if I trusted the fruit here, could toss some blueberries in. Pretty sure the stuff they got here's dried out, though, and none of the stuff from the previous planet survived the, er. Gravity goin' off problem we had.

[ He'd been on kitchen cleaning duty. Or at least assigned himself it after he'd seen what a nightmare that had been. ]

[deshabille]

Gravity going off problem.

[She has many questions. One of them is not "what is gravity" only thanks to the goodwill information dump from Atroma.]

Does that happen whenever you make pancakes?

[geonomy]

There're ships with decent kitchens?

[justamobster]

Decent bein' relative, yeah. Heard there's a few that got bowls an' stoves an' fryin' pans, which's really all I need.

[geonomy]

Ah. [Somehow, Clay just thought all the ships were like the SS Vanquish. Thinking back on it, now it just seems silly.]

I think Vanquish is in the same ship as Tourist. [Which is the worst, because now he wants pancakes.]

[justamobster]

Lotta the fleet don't got anythin' but protein goo and microwaves, from what I'm seein'. Red Fish's got a kitchen though, and I been invited. M'sure you're welcome, too if you want a stack.

[geonomy]

That? Is a very tempting offer. I think I'd have to clear it with my captain, though. It'd look pretty bad if I drove out to get pancakes without her say-so.

But! Tempting.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's not gelatinous, is it?

[Look, this whole gel food thing really freaks her out.]

[justamobster]

[ That makes him laugh just a little. ] Nah, nah. S'real food. Flour an' eggs an' everythin'. Sicka that protein goo that counts as food 'round here, yeah? Don't burn well at all.

[ And he's sick of having to locate Axel every time he has to eat. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

Mostly I don't trust it. Goo dissolves people where I'm from.

[justamobster]

So far it ain't ate my insides out. [ Though considering it would have to go through his furnace first, that isn't likely. Dragons can eat a hell of a lot of things that other creatures can't. They just deign not to. ] But I don't blame you, yeah? Here's hopin' we can keep stoppin' by these waystations or planets that have real food on 'em.

[child_of_bhaal]

I'm sure I'll eventually adjust.

[She's never going to trust the goo food. Never.]

Do you want to use our kitchen on the Red Fish. It's one of the things that didn't get broken.

Audio

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Pan... cakes...

[he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, but he gets lost in thought for a second... before suddenly sounding like he's just had the best idea ever.]

We need to find a waffle iron. Why haven't I had waffles yet. [that was definitely more of a statement than a question.] I could probably engineer one out of a couple of things in the engine room! Ladon, you're a genius!

[a--cackle? that sounds like a short cackle.]

[justamobster]

[ Either Robin really likes waffles or has found something to smoke other than waystation-bought cigarettes. ]

Genius might be a bit much, yeah? You wanna make one, though, m'all for it. [ Waffles burn just as nicely as pancakes do, after all. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I am all about this. Best food ever invented, I think.

[he's distracted, for a moment... before he suddenly comes back. sounding much more grounded.]

Anyway, yes. A kitchen. Unfortunately, I don't think ours has all the needed parts yet. I can't be particularly helpful here.

[justamobster]

M'headed over to the Red Fish for now, seems they got a good kitchen. Hopin' the next crew member the Tourist gets's a cook, yeah? Ain't right livin' outta a microwave.

[ They have a history of exploding. Or at least, the ones on Sacrosanct did. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, good. I'll hope along with you, since this protein mess can't be good for long-term consumption.

Text;

[wordmiser]

[Pancakes. The man had said pancakes. And then Robin had said waffles. She knew because she was the comms officer and she snooped on everything that went out of the Bloodsport. And most of the other stuff that rode the sound waves.

She was really bored, okay?

That means they were having sweets, right? That's the only thing that could mean. Her life, it was all falling into place again. If he wasn't coming she was going to throw her version of a tantrum at Robin that was for sure.]

Waffles?

Audio;

[justamobster]

[ It takes him a moment to recognize the word-- why didn't he take that one guy up on his reading lessons again? Oh yeah. Pride. But either way, he figures out what the text says, but still replies in audio form. ]

Yeah, if Robin can rig up a waffle iron, we can definitely go makin' waffles.

Re: Audio;

[wordmiser]

[It's just as well, then, that Jinx has always preferred pictograms]

😀🍹?

[justamobster]

[ He's not... completely sure what those pictures mean. But he can try to suss it out. ]

Smilin' face and a drink, er... Hmm. I mean, if y'wanna bring somethin', that'd be all right too. M'gonna be makin' 'em on the Red Fish it looks like. They got a good kitchen.

[wordmiser]

[There's no pre-existing salute on her phone, so instead she types it out]

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