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[alwaysagit]

CHARACTERS: Severus Snape and anyone foolish enough to approach him.
LOCATION: The kitchen closest to his room.
WARNINGS: General arseholery.
SUMMARY: Someone is hungry. And curious as well, but hungry first.



According to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, 'food cannot be outright created from nothing, it can be multiplied if one already has some food to multiply, it can also be enlarged by using the Engorgement Charm, or it can be summoned if one knows the rough location and is fairly sure the food will still be there,' and it was with that last bit in mind that Snape eventually ventured forth from his room, purposefully but cautiously; his wand easily accessible tucked up inside his sleeve and his black eyes darting side-to-side, taking everything in. He'd heard a few disconcerting transmissions over the comm device recently and he wasn't taking any chances (not that he ever did, in any event). Once he found the source of the food, then magical room service might be a preferable option in the future, depending on (potentially life-threatening) circumstances, what kind of people he encountered and whether or not he wished to see them on a regular basis. He was not especially optimistic regarding that.

All in all, he didn't look too bad for a man who had just recently almost bled to death, now that the shock of that, plus waking up on a spaceship had leveled out to some extent. His hair didn't even appear to be quite as greasy and lank as usual—perhaps stasis fluid had hitherto unknown conditioning properties? Which will be a plus if he has to endure it on a regular basis (not that he was actively considering or appreciating that prospect, or its apparent follicle-enhancing results). His new clothing however, was not much of an improvement on his old. While a form-fitting black jumpsuit might actually be sexy on a lot of people, Snape managed to look just as severe and clerical as he did in his wizard-slash-academic robes (although decidedly less bat-like), but then it's entirely possible that he could make a pink tutu look severe and clerical, such was the power of his demeanor. If he had a preference, he'd much rather be wearing his usual robes, but alas, clothing is another one of those exceptions to Gamp's Law, so presumably he'll have to wait until such time as he can procure something suitable in the regular fashion (although he doubted very much that he'd find a shop, even on a ship purported to be as large as this one). But it was just as well, as he had no desire currently to look at all conspicuous.

It did not prove especially difficult to find a kitchen, nor did there seem to be any obstacles to helping one's self to the necessary supplies and preparing a meal: there was fresh food in the refrigerator, dried or tinned food in the cupboards, along with pans, plates, utensils and a stove to cook it upon. The only thing missing, being an actual cook. It's not as though food preparation the muggle way (or the magical way for that matter) was a complete mystery to Snape, but it was certainly a skill he didn't practice often; having had his food prepared for him by house elves ten months out of the year and when on summer holiday, grabbing takeaway, dining out, or at home attempting nothing more complicated than boiled eggs and porridge.

After spending a moment assessing his options (Fruit? Salad? Please.) he settled for familiarity—there was a box of oats and there was milk, so porridge it would be. Which should not for a minute be viewed as him needing comfort food. It was merely easy.

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[gofortheoptics]

It would've been just as easy to keep a stash of nutrient paste in her room, but keeping it out here encouraged her to leave her room and find anyone who might be around in the kitchens at the same time as her. Quarians were social creatures when it came down to it, after all, living in large groups on ships for most of their lives unless they left the flotilla.

She felt a bit bad for those people that had to deal with the jumpsuits -- since she had to live in her own environmental suit, they hadn't dared try to take her out of it. She was glad for that much, at least. Not wholly surprised to see another person in the room as she moved to the cupboards to search out a nutrient paste tube, she lifted a three-fingered hand in casual greeting.

"Hello. I don't think we've met." Paste procured, she moved over to the kitchen table to remove her feeding tube and sterilize it properly.

[alwaysagit]

In the midst of scraping his porridge from the pan into a bowl, Snape paused as another person entered the room and involuntarily tensed as the individual approached, becoming only slightly less wary once it was apparent they had a similar objective to his own. He hadn't met anyone else on the journey from his room to the kitchen, so this was his first encounter with a fellow kidnap-ee (presumably) in the flesh, as it were.

He finished filling his bowl and placed the dirty pan in the sink, all the while observing her (at least he thought the person was a 'her') out of the corner of his eye as she found what she sought in the cupboard, not turning to look at her directly until she spoke.

"You are correct," he replied. "We have not." Finding a spoon in the drawer, he brought his food to the table as well and had a seat as far away as possible from whatever it was she was doing.

[gofortheoptics]

There were some strange suction sounds and a bit of fiddling on Tali's end, but the tube was attached to the underside of her mask after a moment and the nutrient paste was screwed on to the opposite end. She took a squeeze before she spoke to Snape. At least it was obvious that her mouth wasn't full of anything.

"My name is Tali. You've arrived with the latest batch of people, I presume?" It was too bad Snape was making such an effort to sit as far away from her as possible, as she seemed to be intent on making conversation.

[alwaysagit]

He was not so far away that he couldn't still hear her, but rather, far enough away that she was beyond the range of his peripheral vision, just in case her eating habits turned out to be somewhat off-putting. He hadn't gone to all this trouble only to have his appetite spoiled by anything potentially nauseating.

With that in mind, he focused on his own meal for a few moments before looking up and responding.

"Snape." All right, that didn't look too objectionable. "It would seem so."

[gofortheoptics]

It wasn't terribly horrific, it was just ... watching someone squeeze food through a tube that was the process of it. She took the opportunity while he was eating to do the same, also trying to think up something to say.

"Is this place much like your world is at home? I know there's been some people who've had to adjust much more than others have." There, that would do -- something not too personal, but that would still let her get to know him a bit better.

[alwaysagit]

As far as eating went, it was possibly more unobtrusive than his own method, what with all that shoveling of food into one's mouth and chewing. Not that porridge required much of the latter and consequently he was close enough to finishing it off to do so before replying to the next inquiry. Snape was not as a rule a chatty person, as she might have already surmised, considering the brevity of his previous responses. Now that his hunger was largely appeased however, his mood lifted enough to make a concession or two in any direction that might help to satisfy his curiosity.

"Not as such. The technology for space travel exists, but on a less advanced level and as far as I know, they don't go around kidnapping people." A wry twist of his lips accompanied the last part of his remark. He opted against any further divulgements of his own for the moment, instead turning the not-quite-a-question back onto her.

"You, yourself don't appear to be having any problems in that respect."

[megamind]

It was time for the weekly kitchen raid.

That? That was one busy alien with a box. Taking up various items (very noticeably no meat) came down the porridge was being prepped and only took a scant bit of notice of it, and the other man.

Snape was new. He'd never seen Megamind before. Megamind knew this. That meant he had to contend with the possibility of dealing with stupid jokes; blue jokes, head jokes, alien jokes-- there were a bunch of them and none of them were actually funny.

So he said nothing; he just watched, warily, between grabbing items to put in his box, presumably, to take elsewhere.

[alwaysagit]

While it was certainly true that Snape did not run into blue-skinned aliens with grotesquely over-sized heads every day (although take out the alien aspect and his appearance could easily be the result of several common hexes), Megamind arguably wasn't the oddest-looking being he'd ever encountered; the creatures occupying the magical world being what they were, which in many cases tended toward the bizarre.

That, plus the fact that he was eminently schooled at steeling his reactions in the face of the unexpected enabled him to regard the smaller blue man with what appeared to be little more than cautious reserve, as opposed to any obvious 'what is this nonsense' that he may or may not have been feeling.

By all means—help yourself, whatever you are.

[megamind]

Yeah, he can see a poker face when he sees one. A very good one! Almost too good. Megamind cants a glance at the other man, before he ventures two simple words, loaded with suspicion of his own.

"You're new."

[alwaysagit]

Refraining from making a sarcastic remark about the other man's staggering powers of perception, Snape merely arched an eyebrow, although he couldn't quite keep the drawl out of his tone.

"Obvious, is it?"

Yes, this was him being good.

[megamind]

"Quite," he says, cocking one brow up -- less finely groomed than it had been when he arrived, but still, eloquent enough in conveying it's I totally managed to somehow read your tone and/or the narration! ... or something to that affect, anyway.

"You're also remarkably well behaved so far," he notes. No blurting, no staring, no stupid questions. "That's a plus."

[alwaysagit]

Well, he certainly didn't hear that very often, as he was not a dog or a six-year-old child (not that he'd heard it when he was six either, but that would be beside the point). A back-handed compliment or condescension—hm, that was a tough one.

He snorted slightly. "I do so try. All the biscuits for me, then."

[statsraaden]

Stats felt a bit hungry after exploring the place and he came by the kitchen to have a little snack. anything he could find, preferably something he'd never tried.

There was someone. Snape. This was going to be a funny ride. Stats sighed.

"Hello. Don't mind me, I'll be in and out."

He would be eating somewhere else, if need be.

[alwaysagit]

From what Snape had heard, the Tranquility was alleged to be so large a ship as to be massive. So much so that the odds of never seeing the same person twice must be fairly high. It would appear that he's not going to be so lucky in this respect.

"Don't let me stop you." Which could be interpreted as an affable, if not practically jovial response... coming from anyone else. The lip-curl might be a hint that such was not the case here.

[statsraaden]

My, wasn't he special. Stats sighed again and took some food in the fridge. This time, he was going to try a couple different cheeses.

Then he sat down and, well, why wouldn't he try to have a little talk? At least he would know if Snape was salvageable a bit, or completely hopeless.

"This place is boring, isn't it?"

[alwaysagit]

Looking up from his food preparation, Snape's gaze settled on the other man; his cold black eyes reflecting the mocking contempt in his tone.

"—Because being kidnapped aboard a spaceship by forces unknown, while some malevolent entity roams the corridors attacking people at random is not entertaining enough for you."

[statsraaden]

This bloke apparently believed Stats took everything that happened as subpar entertainment.

"I wasn't counting the whatever that is who's attacking everyone as entertainment. That's why. Nor was I counting the part where we've been kidnapped; that's enough for anyone not to be laughed at.

The rest is boring."

Stats felt he was becoming more and more like Sherlock, bored with everything. This wasn't good, especially with Snape around ready to mock anyone's weaknesses. This one needed to have a good hard look at himself, not that Stats didn't, either, but that was beside the point.

[alwaysagit]

Speaking of boring, Snape couldn't help but think he was currently conversing with the personification of the word. Along with 'moronic.' "No, you merely made a blanket generalization that's hardly applicable and more than a little bit inappropriate, considering the circumstances."

And with that, he turned his attention back to the pan of porridge, which was certainly more worthy of it.

[re_imagining]

Despite being a Cylon, Caprica needed to eat. It was a drawback to not only having a human appearance but also a nearly completely human body, complete with organs, blood and guts, and a nervous system.

And, the need for food and water. That sort of thing.

She slipped silently into the kitchen, pausing as she took note that she wasn't alone.

"I should have realized I wouldn't be the only one hungry right now," she said, lips curving into a smile.

[alwaysagit]

The silence of the woman's approach was absolute to the point of Snape being unaware of her presence until she spoke. Which startled him slightly, engrossed in cooking as he was—not that he gave much of an outward sign to that effect.

Instead, he merely gave her a dispassionate glance (technically a lingering dispassionate glance, in acknowledgement of the woman's rather statuesque beauty), not entirely certain why she'd be smiling at him. "It happens to the best of us," he remarked dryly, turning his attention back to the task at hand.

[re_imagining]

She made a noise of agreement, eyes flicking over him, taking him in, before moving fully into the room.

"Did I startle you?"

[alwaysagit]

There wasn't a snowball's chance in Hell that he was going to admit to such a thing of course, considering that there wasn't much hope he was going to acknowledge the question at all, as things currently stood.

"I won't be but a moment," he replied, masking whatever discomfiture he might have experienced with an alternate façade of politeness.

[re_imagining]

She takes that as a 'yes'. In Caprica's experience, avoidance to the initial question tends to generate the answer you were looking for.

"It's all right." She moved closer so as to watch, but doesn't invade his personal space.

"I'm in no hurry. It seems all I have these days is time to spare."

[theblogger]

Snape would not find the stove vacant, unfortunately. But then, there were other people on this ship, weren't there? And mouths to feed, and other needs that were crippling and terribly normal; an equalizer. John was of an average, if slightly shorter stature, but a house elf he was not. Nevertheless, he busied himself over the stove, motions that were almost meticulous in practice as he went about slicing potatoes and ripping through packages of ham. Or maybe he was just impatient to get moving again. A kettle churned nearby, settled behind empty plastic containers that were no doubt built for transport.

He checked his communicator, silently, before moving back about his business, turning to undoubtedly go collect something else when he spotted Snape. Snape and his oats and his milk. Any other time and John would offer a smile and something friendly, but right now he only gives the briefest glimmer of surprise at being reminded that someone else exists outside of whatever he's been wrapped up in. He grants Snape something simple and kind: silence.

Turning back, he shuffles aside things settled on the counter to clear space for Snape, shifts his pan to an inert burner, then moves off again to do whatever it was he was meant to. Should the other man looks, it seems that he's making some sort of concoction of sliced potatoes, ham cubes, peppers, and onions. Obviously he's meant to add more to it, though, if he's moving off toward the fridge. It smells pretty damn good, whatever he's up to.

[alwaysagit]

Oh joy, was Snape's inner reaction to all of this. Someone would be in the midst of preparing a seven-course-meal right when he'd like to use the stovetop. Not that it was actually any such a thing, but it may have well been, considering all the hustle and bustle going on.

He set his things down on the space so thoughtfully provided (not that it did him much good) and folded his arms, tilting his head toward the stove.

"Are you going to be long?" He had no problem skipping the niceties either.