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Post by quillan on Aug 12, 2009 22:42:53 GMT -6
Thomas awoke several times throughout the night. Whether it be from noises elsewhere in the ship or a few recurring nightmares, he had tossed and turned several times and fallen out of his bunk at least once.
He sat up in bad and rubbed his eyes. This would be his new life: waking up early enough to prepare food and doing just that. He couldn't complain, though. He worried that both Klove and the mysterious captain might turn on him at one point or another. But Thomas found solace in the fact that frying pans made excellent melee combat pieces.
Dragging himself out of bed, Thomas followed a morning routine of showing and brushing his teeth before getting dressed because he thought getting dressed before or during a shower would be laughable. Eventually he made his way to the kitchen where he rummaged through the refridgerator to find what was necessary to make a nice meal for his first time in space... And a good first impression on everyone else.
"Eggs. I need eggs." Thomas said to himself as he grabbed a tetrapack of YOKE brand Synthetic Egg Yolk.
"Not as good as the real thing... But certainly better than none at all."
While in the fridge he also grabbed some milk and a small cut of mammoth meat before heading over to the other side of the kitchen to start preparing the meal.
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Post by Klove Makem on Aug 12, 2009 23:01:54 GMT -6
For the third time this morning, Klove woke up to the sound of someone else moving around. In this case, it was also the smell of food that got him going. Sure, he'd just eaten a few hours ago, but he was a growing boy, and he was always hungry. Having someone else making food for him sounded awesome.
He was already wearing pants, so it was just a matter of digging up a shirt. He padded across the floor and over to the kitchen, sniffing the air happily.
Klove wandered into the kitchen, "Morning Quillan." He said, and powered on the viewscreen. Klove flipped through channels until he brought up the news. It was the usual BS, focused only on Terra and humans, but some news was better than none.
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Post by quillan on Aug 12, 2009 23:43:52 GMT -6
There was a lot to be done to feed a crew full of people on a boat like this. Even though his resources were not limited, he found it difficult to make breakfast. It must be the kitchen's weird layout and obnoxious (yet understandable) use of locks.
Thomas looked over his shoulder at Klove entering the room.
"Morning to you too." Thomas said as he gave a nod before turning back to the stove. Eggs fried in a skillet on the stove and filled the air with the delicous aroma of fried goods.
"Whatcha wan't, Makem?" Thomas voiced over the viewscreen's speakers. He scooped up some meat with a spatula and placed it on a pan in the oven to keep warm.
"... There's some meat done here... Eggs, if you can call 'em that. ... And I could whip up some flapjacks or something similar if you want... I also take requests."
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Post by Klove Makem on Aug 13, 2009 0:01:50 GMT -6
"Eggs and meat would be awesome." He sniffed the air again. He would have preferred them raw, but time spent surrounded by humans had managed to make him enjoy the taste and smell of warm, cooked meat.
Grace's fellow wandered in, looking like he was losing the battle with space-sickness. He nodded to the man, "Hey."
Klove decided to make himself useful, wandering over to the cupboards and pulling out plates for everyone. He wasn't sure the goblin would want to eat, but Grace would want him around while she explained what they were going to do on Nox. Might as well put out a plate for the man. Er. Goblin.
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 13, 2009 0:06:36 GMT -6
After waking up to find yourself stuck on a ship, waiting for a space sickness pill to kick in fully, that's well, headed to Nox you generally don't care about looking like a mess in the morning. Enan had made his way through the door way and paused for a moment before taking a quick seat. What ever was being made, it smelt great.
He didn't recognize the two in the room but kind of figured the younger looking one who had said something to him was Klove. And the other must be the new chef Grace had mentioned. He never really said anything to the two of them at first but at least nodded and gave a slight wave to them to acknowledge their presence.
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Post by Klove Makem on Aug 13, 2009 0:23:15 GMT -6
"You look rough." Klove said, grinning a little. He resisted the urge to say 'Grace keep you up all night?' only because he didn't actually want to hear the answer to that. He already knew what it was, but there as a difference between being vaguely aware and knowing for certain.
"Klove Makem." He sat down across from Enan and offered him a hand across the table. "Welcome to the Queen of Spades."
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 13, 2009 0:43:34 GMT -6
"Yeah, not so good with the first bit of flight... I'll be fine once this fiking pill kicks in." He replied to Klove. He shook Kloves hand firmly, "Enan Breese." He wasn't quite sure what to say, the kid probably already knew he had been suckered onto the ship. "Heard good things about you ya know, it's nice to finally put a face to a name."
You're stuck here now, might as well try and enjoy it the best you can. he mumbled in his head and looked around a bit awkwardly.
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Post by Jared Castle on Aug 13, 2009 10:10:26 GMT -6
Castle was awoken by the sounds of people talking in the mess hall. He looked at his eInkr. He grunted. Jared didn't like waking up early. Unless there was a good reason to, like if he had a job that required doing something early in the morning. But there was no reason he couldn't sleep in a little. He knew once he woke up in the morning he'd never get back to sleep until the following night.
Jared got up feeling the non-morning person grumpiness. He could tell they were already in space. He pulled his shirt back on and left the bunk room. He grunted again as he saw that everyone was up already. He didn't like talking to people in the morning. If they said 'hi' he would just ignore them. All he wanted was to eat some breakfast. Which was being cooked by the annoying fellow.
The only one not in there was Grace. He felt disappointed. He wanted something to cheer him up. Waking up and seeing a bunch of guys he hardly knew wasn't enjoyable for him. Now waking up and seeing women he hardly knew... that was nice. There was a new man there that he didn't see before.
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Post by quillan on Aug 13, 2009 12:26:12 GMT -6
"Morning, Mr. Castle. You're just in time for the first breakfast on this trip." Thomas said as he placed some hot dishes of food on the cold steel table.
There were eggs, scrambled and not. Meat of little variety, but no one really cared about that. Food was food and as far as Thomas could see, everyone seemed to be eyeing this food with great desire. There was also some flapjacks and a toast was currently being made on request.
Wiping the sweat from his brow Thomas said cooly, "So when do I get to meet this captain of yours?"
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 13, 2009 12:56:10 GMT -6
"She said she'd be down after charting the coordinates to where we're headed," Enan stated at the cooks question. Enan was probably the only one that could actually answer the question with a right answer, considering he had just spent the night with her.
This Castle fellow that had just walked in didn't look like a morning person at all, and was more than likely a merc. He just seemed like the type that wasn't into big conversations. He decided to wait a bit before talking to him, just to avoid any sudden hate for bothering him so early.
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Post by Jared Castle on Aug 13, 2009 13:22:32 GMT -6
Castle ignored Thomas' morning greeting. He just walked over to the table and took a plate of food. He sat down at the table and tried to eat in peace. He didn't look at anyone. He just focused his eyes on one part of the table for the next five minutes blinking only a few times. He listened to Quillan talk which just annoyed him.
Then the new fellow talked. He mentioned that grace was going to come down soon. Good. Someone he would actually talk to.
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Post by gnirmar on Aug 13, 2009 14:01:30 GMT -6
Talking... Terran speech! Eyes snapped open as Gnir came awake all at once. His heart raced briefly as he counted the voices and made ready to run. Then the facts of the night caught up with him and he stopped. I'm employed now, they can't assault their coworker. He smiled and made his way towards the mess hall.
Squinting a bit at the light as he openned the door, he was instantly concious that he was the only nonhuman looking one there. Still dressed in loin cloth and belt, with a rough leather string around his neck holding a small metallic charm he also seemed to have the least clothing. Blinking owlishly, he made his way over to an empty corner and propped himself up there, yawning as he relaxed. He crossed his arms over his chest as he nodded his head forward. I don't care if there are eggs, I still need to digest.
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Post by Enan Breese on Aug 13, 2009 14:18:48 GMT -6
Enan was slowly feeling better as the pill started to kick in a bit. It was a bit faster than he expected, but he wouldn't complain. The better he felt the more he'd be able to actually try and enjoy himself. He heard the sound of someone else entering. How many people are here right now?
He froze at the sight of the goblin. Oh great... My dream vacation... a trip to Nox with an angry merc and a goblin... It was bad enough he was practically kidnapped, he didn't need this. He put his hands on his face and grunted slightly trying not to yell something obscene. I shouldn't even be here...
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Post by Jared Castle on Aug 13, 2009 14:38:26 GMT -6
At first he ignored the sound of someone coming in the room. He took spoonful of eggs. Then he thought that it may be Grace. He looked up to see her. It wasn't her. It was a goblin. His eyes widened. What the hell was a goblin doing on the ship?"
The green... thing looked around at everyone. Castle had never seen a goblin before but by hearing stories he could tell that his was one of them. There was no problem having a goblin on board if he had known it was already part of the crew but he wasn't sure if it was just a stow away that was going to try to kill everyone. He kept his hand close to his gun. Just in case.
It walked forward towards them. Jared was cautious. Should he trust the goblin?
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Post by quillan on Aug 13, 2009 18:25:29 GMT -6
Seeing people happy with his food in their mouths was always a great pleasure for Thomas. But when everyone stopped he knew something interesting was happening. There was no sound of rustling and scarfing down meals. It couldn't have been the food.
Thomas turned around from his meal and he swallowed his food.
"W-What?"
Thomas had seen a few goblins, but only from afar. Many a time have gang members brought a "dirty little gobber" in for "interrogation" and Thomas was to mind his own dratting buzzwax. But he had seen them and he had seen them stab countless people, some were even innocent civilians.
"...What?"
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