Dumpster World Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Always possible one will sneak in
Action: TRASH PLANET! aka The Baruut System
When: October 2018

[When life gives you garbage, make projects of varying scopes and sizes! Site see in the lovely trash-covered vistas. Make a racing pod thing or go gambling. And remember the first rule of arena fighting is... not the face? Actually, I'm not sure if there are rules, but you can talk about it. It's pretty public anyway.

Enjoy your landfill of a system!]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Oh yeah? Hm, well, that may be hard. I don't exactly own very much. [He actually has a fair amount of credits saved due to him having very cheap tastes. Donuts and really cheap whiskey are about the only things he buys.]

I have some old books? And a lot of bouncy balls. Do you like bouncy balls?

[abracafcku]

[Do you see this look on his face, Vash? Do you see it? This is the look of someone who has 0 interest in bouncy balls.

Okay, maybe some interest, but not enough to cook for them.]

What about money?

[goldenglasses]

I could see about getting some money. Unless you accept pocket lint?

[abracafcku]

[He stares at Vash a moment and then gestures to himself.]

What about this says I'd accept pocket lint?

[goldenglasses]

Uhh, the part where you might have come from a magical world where pocket lint was the highest value of currency?

[abracafcku]

You know what? You can get your own donuts then.

[Because Taako is not going to work for goddamn lint.]

[goldenglasses]

W-wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! I'm sure we can work something out! I'll pay for all the supplies you need and some for your time too! I'll get the money!

Just... maybe not on this planet. I've ah, spent nearly all my money upgrading our ship.

[abracafcku]

[There we go. A promise of payment is something at least. And he can't fault the guy for upgrading his ship. Most people here seem to be pretty honest, which is not a vice Taako falls victim to very often.

He makes a show of hemming and hawing as he considers and then shrugs, relenting.]

Then let me know when you have enough ready. I'll take care of sourcing the supplies - I don't trust food stuffs unless I've procured them. You just get the money ready.

[He's never letting anyone touch his ingredients again.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash stands with a giant pout on his face and hands press together as if praying for Taako to say yes. When he does finally get an affirmative answer he'll actually cry out loudly in joy.] That's GREAT! Don't you worry! As soon as I get my next pay check from work you'll be the first to know!

[abracafcku]

["My next paycheck from work" just sounds so normal it's almost jarring as he stands here on an alien planet.]

Work, huh? Where is it that you work?

[goldenglasses]

The Space Bar! I'm one of their chefs! [Wrap your head around that Taako. A chef asking for food to be cooked for him.]

[abracafcku]

Huh. I might've eaten at one of those bars. Can't remember which one. Was toooo drunk at the time to really notice.

[goldenglasses]

Was it fancy or a bit of a dive?

[abracafcku]

It had vodka and that was all we really cared about at the time.

[After that, all the vodka they had? Made him forget much about the bar itself.

And even part of the evening.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash laughs loudly at the description.] That's sounds like you had a great time!

[abracafcku]

Mm.

[He's unusually tight-lipped on that part, but it wasn't just because parts of it had been lost to the alcohol haze. It had to do with the parts he did remember and the unguarded way he'd let himself be around Lup. She's an outlier in a lot of ways and Taako isn't sure if he likes it yet or not.]

As good a time as I can remember - which isn't much. Conjured vodka is supposed to be a little weaker than the real stuff, but I guess I'm just too good.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash isn't the type to pry so he won't push things very far.] Haha, too good or you had too much. You should invite me to join you next time. [He says with a wink.]

[abracafcku]

Hell yeah, my man. Next time we decide to lose a good six hours to an alcoholic haze, I'll let you know. The more, the merrier.

[Finger guuuuuns]

[goldenglasses]

That sounds amazing! Booze and donuts! could there be a better night?

[abracafcku]

Well, yeah.

[Because he could be on a date, getting laid, blowing shit up, earning a bunch of money? There are a lot of other things he could do besides booze and donuts.]

But here, that might be the best we can do.

[goldenglasses]

Either way, if you can make donuts as good as these ones, which I believe you can! Then I sure am glad the I ran into you my new friend!

[abracafcku]

More like your donut pusher. Which I don't mind being. I could be a slightly less shitty Heisenberg of Pastries.

[goldenglasses]

Sure. That sounds fancy. Is a Heisenbeg a chef of some sort?

[abracafcku]

Mmmmmm, well he does cook something, so sure. Let's go with that.

[goldenglasses]

Oh? He's a person? Someone you know from back home?