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[They're at the mess hall!! She's readily joined Dahut as a lunch partner, eager for some pleasant company. Too bad the food is not so pleasant.]
I've never in my life had a meal where the meat tasted just like the vegetables.
[Which in turn taste like sawdust.]
I've never in my life had a meal where the meat tasted just like the vegetables.
[Which in turn taste like sawdust.]
[Well GOOD NEWS ABOUT THAT, LIL MISS. Dahut's expression immediately brightens when she complains?? Why??? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he is not suffering with a tray of sadge food, unlike her...]
Good news, good news! I have access to the kitchen, so I can see if there are any good ingredients there that I can use to whip up something tastier!
Good news, good news! I have access to the kitchen, so I can see if there are any good ingredients there that I can use to whip up something tastier!
Of course! Only being able to feed people with those snacks from the vending machines was a real headache, you know? I'm super happy that I can cook something decent, now!
[Dahut just running into the kitchen not to steal all of the knives but to make so much food, as you do...]
What sort of things do you like to eat? I'll see what I can do!
[Dahut just running into the kitchen not to steal all of the knives but to make so much food, as you do...]
What sort of things do you like to eat? I'll see what I can do!
I — oh, wow. I haven't had a chance to choose in ages. [What would she even like?] Would be able to make a good stew?
[As much as she misses cakes and roast suckling pig and all manners of extravagance? Her gurgling belly is calling for something more down to earth.]
[As much as she misses cakes and roast suckling pig and all manners of extravagance? Her gurgling belly is calling for something more down to earth.]
A stew! To be honest, I haven't made one in a long time... I'll do what I can, though! Would you mind waiting out here for a bit? I don't think I can take anyone who doesn't have access in with me.
[JUST ABANDONS HER IN THE MESS HALL it's fine, it's for the benefit of a good ol' fashioned hearty stew...]
[JUST ABANDONS HER IN THE MESS HALL it's fine, it's for the benefit of a good ol' fashioned hearty stew...]
[THE INTENSITY SHE'S SO FUNNY. She can catch him before he actually zooms into the kitchen, because tragically, his is one of the only IDs that's been updated to have kitchen access.]
Oh! I would love for you to be able to, but I don't think you can actually enter... You would have to ask one of our senior friends for access, I think.
Oh! I would love for you to be able to, but I don't think you can actually enter... You would have to ask one of our senior friends for access, I think.
The secrets are the spices that they're hiding from everyone.
[THE GOOD STUFF IS IN THE KITCHEN.]
[THE GOOD STUFF IS IN THE KITCHEN.]
Of course! Here, stand outside the door and I'll get some to show you--
[THE SECRET SPICES... THEY'RE JUST NORMAL SPICES BUT THEY'RE WHAT THE PREMADE FOOD IS LACKING.]
Paprika, rosemary, cumin, parsley... They really have it all!
[THE SECRET SPICES... THEY'RE JUST NORMAL SPICES BUT THEY'RE WHAT THE PREMADE FOOD IS LACKING.]
Paprika, rosemary, cumin, parsley... They really have it all!
[HELP SHE'S GONNA GO GET THE MANAGER. Dahut just cants his head to the side, considering, and then:]
Probably because it's general food meant to serve the population on a whole! Since it's impossible to predict everyone's tastes and allergies, it's best to keep it suuuper simple, right?
Probably because it's general food meant to serve the population on a whole! Since it's impossible to predict everyone's tastes and allergies, it's best to keep it suuuper simple, right?
[her hair retracts into karen-chic]
....Why not just offer two options and let the people decide for themselves?
[What a waste. She picks up a bottle of paprika with a budding pout. Should she tuck it away for later?]
Actually, now that we're in here, should we take a closer look around the place? I do love a secret spice! But there could always be something more exciting to find.
....Why not just offer two options and let the people decide for themselves?
[What a waste. She picks up a bottle of paprika with a budding pout. Should she tuck it away for later?]
Actually, now that we're in here, should we take a closer look around the place? I do love a secret spice! But there could always be something more exciting to find.
[TURBO TIME.
Whenever Rosamund is next moseying through the observation deck/lounge area, she might be in for a little surprise! It's perhaps a bit hard to see things well between the darkness of space stretching out beyond the windows and how often people tend to look out through them instead of at the floor, so maybe she'll bump into it.
It being a pile of white fabric on the floor. Investigate??]
Whenever Rosamund is next moseying through the observation deck/lounge area, she might be in for a little surprise! It's perhaps a bit hard to see things well between the darkness of space stretching out beyond the windows and how often people tend to look out through them instead of at the floor, so maybe she'll bump into it.
It being a pile of white fabric on the floor. Investigate??]
[She absolutely should yes, he will not stop her spice theft.]
Oh, absolutely! I've found a few fun things already! And I can finish making something tasty for you later, if that's alright.
[AND THEY CAN GO DO THAT and i can set you free of weekend pcs so we can move on to fresh ones heheh]
Oh, absolutely! I've found a few fun things already! And I can finish making something tasty for you later, if that's alright.
[AND THEY CAN GO DO THAT and i can set you free of weekend pcs so we can move on to fresh ones heheh]
[The safe-looking lump shifts a bit...
It's a foot! A Dahut foot, attached to the rest of the Dahut that's currently balled up under this balled up coat. He doesn't seem to respond outside of that just yet, though. The emotional spread is, as always, slightly off kilter - like something very nearly human - and a tiny bit muted, though notably less so than Scien. The most notable thing right now is this funkyass cyclical panic, though! That's fun. It's just a feeling of panic that seems to fade a bit, flicker like an electronic about to shortcircuit, and then surge again, over and over.]
It's a foot! A Dahut foot, attached to the rest of the Dahut that's currently balled up under this balled up coat. He doesn't seem to respond outside of that just yet, though. The emotional spread is, as always, slightly off kilter - like something very nearly human - and a tiny bit muted, though notably less so than Scien. The most notable thing right now is this funkyass cyclical panic, though! That's fun. It's just a feeling of panic that seems to fade a bit, flicker like an electronic about to shortcircuit, and then surge again, over and over.]
[Dahut foot? For free?
She's keyed into the sensations at once. Thankfully she's had enough troublesome run ins to know that her pulse is spiking due to his distress, not any of her own. And there's a strange squeeze on the emotional front, too. Is that just the mercurial transfer between them?
Rosamund moves to her knees and switches to a gentle hold on his shoulder. For her own part she projects a grounded warmth. Not quite maternal, but of a kind with it.]
Dahut, it's Rosamund. Can you hear me all right?
[She might try to edge the coat off his head a little. Eye contact would help, or at least she could gauge his mood better. He's giving off such a jumbled cacaphony right now.]
She's keyed into the sensations at once. Thankfully she's had enough troublesome run ins to know that her pulse is spiking due to his distress, not any of her own. And there's a strange squeeze on the emotional front, too. Is that just the mercurial transfer between them?
Rosamund moves to her knees and switches to a gentle hold on his shoulder. For her own part she projects a grounded warmth. Not quite maternal, but of a kind with it.]
Dahut, it's Rosamund. Can you hear me all right?
[She might try to edge the coat off his head a little. Eye contact would help, or at least she could gauge his mood better. He's giving off such a jumbled cacaphony right now.]
[dafoot
Goodbye coat... She can do that, he won't kick up a fuss. In fact, as soon as he hears another voice, it's like he remembers he's inhabiting a human body that is just sort of existing in the middle of the fuckin floor! Goddamn! He shifts a little, peeking out from under the fabric and letting her move however much she wants of it.]
Oh— Good day, Mademoiselle Rosamund... I don't seem to have made it to the seats.
[THANKS SIR.]
Goodbye coat... She can do that, he won't kick up a fuss. In fact, as soon as he hears another voice, it's like he remembers he's inhabiting a human body that is just sort of existing in the middle of the fuckin floor! Goddamn! He shifts a little, peeking out from under the fabric and letting her move however much she wants of it.]
Oh— Good day, Mademoiselle Rosamund... I don't seem to have made it to the seats.
[THANKS SIR.]
[lordy this is a problem.]
Hey, that's all right. You have no idea how many times I've laid on the ground dying. Happens to the best of us!
[She will brush his hair aside and check for fever, even she's certain it's not a regular illness. Then she'll lift him slightly, set his head on her lap (very mindful of the brairs) and stroke the hair back in place.]
Tell me what happened, okay?
Hey, that's all right. You have no idea how many times I've laid on the ground dying. Happens to the best of us!
[She will brush his hair aside and check for fever, even she's certain it's not a regular illness. Then she'll lift him slightly, set his head on her lap (very mindful of the brairs) and stroke the hair back in place.]
Tell me what happened, okay?
[These gestures are so soft and tendy my god. She won't feel any fever, though something cuts through the weird stop-and-go of his Panic Spin Cycle as she sets his head on her lap and brushes his hair back into place. A sense of loss and longing; something mournful and aching.
He'll just close his eyes for a moment, like he's reestablishing his bearings or maybe indulging in a bit of nostalgia.]
You should stop lying on the ground dying... It's not very comfortable. [PLEASE DON'T DIE ANYWHERE??? There's a little sigh after that, though.]
I think... being around sooo many people with all of those big, big emotions was a little much for me, ehe...
He'll just close his eyes for a moment, like he's reestablishing his bearings or maybe indulging in a bit of nostalgia.]
You should stop lying on the ground dying... It's not very comfortable. [PLEASE DON'T DIE ANYWHERE??? There's a little sigh after that, though.]
I think... being around sooo many people with all of those big, big emotions was a little much for me, ehe...
[Oh dear.
Not having a fever is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because sickness in closed spaces is so dangerous. A curse because the cure just became that much more murky. And he is just bleeding loneliness, a grief that pricks her own heart in just the echoes.]
You mean that weird sharing thing that's going on? [She can imagine it could turn into something scary. It was already creepy to start with.] Was there anyone in particular that hurt to be near?
Not having a fever is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because sickness in closed spaces is so dangerous. A curse because the cure just became that much more murky. And he is just bleeding loneliness, a grief that pricks her own heart in just the echoes.]
You mean that weird sharing thing that's going on? [She can imagine it could turn into something scary. It was already creepy to start with.] Was there anyone in particular that hurt to be near?
[waits for viktor to give us all tb
He opens his eyes again, fixing her with his freaky lil multicolored stare.]
That, most likely. [There's a little flicker of a smile; he'd nod, if he wasn't comfortably situated.] It's no one in particular, really... There are just a lot of emotions, you know? A lot all at once. Even I have trouble processing that.
He opens his eyes again, fixing her with his freaky lil multicolored stare.]
That, most likely. [There's a little flicker of a smile; he'd nod, if he wasn't comfortably situated.] It's no one in particular, really... There are just a lot of emotions, you know? A lot all at once. Even I have trouble processing that.
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