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driftfleet2019-01-19 09:41 am
morethanapenny) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-19 09:41 am
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Open Log
Who: Alfred and open to all
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Tourist/Ikaulit
When: Shortly after the shuffle.
Tourist:
This was a new experience for Alfred. He had never expected to find himself aboard a space ship. It was also something he believed to be in a science fiction film or novel. Nothing to be fully believed that this would happen. But then...Gotham City should have taught him to expect the unexpected.
He also found himself assigned to being their cook. At least this was a familiar task and something he was happy to contend with. He was in the kitchen currently trying to get familiar with the equipment and the supplies offered. Alfred felt that he would get to work and eventually met the rest of the crew that was onboard the ship. Food usually brought people together. Crew mates may hear the sound of pans and dishes clattering and smell something nice being cooked. As he was preparing the meal he began to make a mental list of what needed to be replaced, what needed to be stocked and what type of equipment he could possible request.
Ikaulit
Alfred can be spotted checking out the Ikualit and getting familiar with it's layout. He would step in on occasion checking out the various establishments. The thought of opening his own had run across his mind, but for now it was just an idea he might expand on later.
He had found the gym and took to doing a basic work out and also practiced some fencing not wanting to get rusty. Feel free to join him if you're interested.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Tourist/Ikaulit
When: Shortly after the shuffle.
Tourist:
This was a new experience for Alfred. He had never expected to find himself aboard a space ship. It was also something he believed to be in a science fiction film or novel. Nothing to be fully believed that this would happen. But then...Gotham City should have taught him to expect the unexpected.
He also found himself assigned to being their cook. At least this was a familiar task and something he was happy to contend with. He was in the kitchen currently trying to get familiar with the equipment and the supplies offered. Alfred felt that he would get to work and eventually met the rest of the crew that was onboard the ship. Food usually brought people together. Crew mates may hear the sound of pans and dishes clattering and smell something nice being cooked. As he was preparing the meal he began to make a mental list of what needed to be replaced, what needed to be stocked and what type of equipment he could possible request.
Ikaulit
Alfred can be spotted checking out the Ikualit and getting familiar with it's layout. He would step in on occasion checking out the various establishments. The thought of opening his own had run across his mind, but for now it was just an idea he might expand on later.
He had found the gym and took to doing a basic work out and also practiced some fencing not wanting to get rusty. Feel free to join him if you're interested.
Tourist
Planning to grab something to eat before he headed back to his ship for the rest of the day, Remy paused for a moment at the doorway to the kitchen upon spotting the new person on board.] Bonjour there. [Also, whatever was being cooked did smell rather nice.]
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[Alfred greeted and turned around to face the young man while wiping his own hands with a dish towel to get any flour residue off. While the young man spoke to him with a French greeting, the accent didn't quite match. He didn't bother to question it, but kept it in the back of the mind for reference. ]
I'm Alfred Pennyworth, recently arrived on the Tourist and the new cook for the ship.
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Nice to meet ya Alfred, 'm Remy LeBeau, 'm part of the Twin Roses 'nd work as a cook at the Space Bar. Welcome to the Fleet.
I will warn ya though, ya captain here, Jim, he be real possessive 'bout makin' breakfast. Proclaims he's the best at it. [But this was delivered in a warm and joking tone to tell Alfred he shouldn't take it too seriously.]
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It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Remy LeBeau. I'll be sure to keep in mind that breakfast is off the limits. Perhaps, I can offer you some coffee or tea before you head out the door?
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How ya settlin' in?
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I suppose I'm adjusting. It's a lot to take in and I'm still trying to find a purpose here. My young charge is not here among the fleet. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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Ya know, [Remy started to offer as he moved to rest a hip against the side of the bench, not yet going to sit down. It just felt a bit too rude to do so while he was waiting on a drink, not like he was at a cafe or anything.] Donno if will help, but most when they have gone back home 'nd come back tend to say it's like it was they never left, like home just froze for them. So whenever ya get back, it'll be the same, like ya never left for ya, ah, young charge. [That's an interesting term for it.]
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[As per Remy's instructions he went about to prep the tea.]
I understand the idea behind that...but how can something like this just freeze time? Let alone allow you to return home and then come back here?
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Who knows? I gave up tryin' to figure out a long time ago. Too far 'bove m' head. Though, I guess kinda works with the alien stories floatin' 'round, or at least from m' home 'nd universe. People sayin' they taken for what feels like weeks 'nd turns out to be minutes, or gone for a moment but come back years later. [Then a bit of a chuckle.] Then again, before all this, I use to think that was all merde 'nyways. Turns out they were more right than realized.