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]

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?

[justamobster]

[ He laughs at that. ] Nah, that happens when I drive the ship. More often when someone's shootin' at us. Hopin' it don't again though, yeah? Floatin' ain't the best way of gettin' around.

[deshabille]

It sounds very inefficient.

[But kind of fun.]

Well, you can use our kitchen if you like. As long as I get a pancake.

[justamobster]

S'one way of puttin' it. [ It's also very disorientating. He doesn't recommend it. ]

Which ship you on?

[deshabille]

The Caprine. Mal, by the way. Don't steal our coffee or I'll have to kill you.