[ artemy can be found out by the flight deck photosynthesizing under the blue sky with the plants and benches. he does make the rounds of some locations - the relaxation area or xpress shop to browse the books or congratulations because he loves Steak - but this is by far the place he comes back to.
he's enjoying a hot cup of tea right now, eyes closed, brow furrowless, but when he opens them and sees rosamund, perhaps passing by or on her way over, he gives a little nod. ]
Afternoon... come to get a bit of fresh air?
[ pat pat pats the seat beside him on the bench. ]
[she also loves steak. However she doesn't love steak seven days a week. She is not Ron Swanson.
For now it's fine though. She also likes to come look at the (forbidden), also comes with a little cup of tea, but touting one of those broad cafe chocolate chip cookies in the other hand.]
What serves as fresh air in this place, yes.
[She'll smile and take the seat, cracking the cookie in two and holding one piece to him. Halvsies?]
[ meanwhile artemy is like no this is actually the best thing they could have offered me. steak constantly. i'm about it. ]
It's the only place we have for it, I'll take the view of the sky where I can get it, you know?
[ because otherwise it's just murder terminal! he needs to touch some plants and have some blue skies overhead. even if they're fake. he hasn't figured that out yet. they feel real?
but oh... a cookie... he will very carefully take the offered half from her. he has never turned down a bite of food in his entire life. ]
At last the food here's not too bad. Could do with variety, but... we're just getting started.
[ at least it's not just. vending machine food.... oh god.... ]
That we are. [she smiles, nodding a little.] It's only a pity we don't have Dahut and the like to break into the kitchens for us. Make us a proper feast. Or at the least some very good pastries.
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he's enjoying a hot cup of tea right now, eyes closed, brow furrowless, but when he opens them and sees rosamund, perhaps passing by or on her way over, he gives a little nod. ]
Afternoon... come to get a bit of fresh air?
[ pat pat pats the seat beside him on the bench. ]
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For now it's fine though. She also likes to come look at the (forbidden), also comes with a little cup of tea, but touting one of those broad cafe chocolate chip cookies in the other hand.]
What serves as fresh air in this place, yes.
[She'll smile and take the seat, cracking the cookie in two and holding one piece to him. Halvsies?]
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It's the only place we have for it, I'll take the view of the sky where I can get it, you know?
[ because otherwise it's just murder terminal! he needs to touch some plants and have some blue skies overhead. even if they're fake. he hasn't figured that out yet. they feel real?
but oh... a cookie... he will very carefully take the offered half from her. he has never turned down a bite of food in his entire life. ]
At last the food here's not too bad. Could do with variety, but... we're just getting started.
[ at least it's not just. vending machine food.... oh god.... ]
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That we are. [she smiles, nodding a little.] It's only a pity we don't have Dahut and the like to break into the kitchens for us. Make us a proper feast. Or at the least some very good pastries.
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I miss his pastries.
[ that little fruit /squeezes him in my fist until he pops ]
Though the kitchen in Congratulations is useable. I saw someone preparing some food in it recently. So it's not off the table.
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[OUR DAHUT. WHAT ARE WE TO DO NOW.]
Thank goodness. I like a good steak! But I like variety more.
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[ it's like the worst game of earn your enrichment for next week suffer 9 hours now ]
If you want something different, at least the kitchen's open. We could make something if you want more than cookies and steak.