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ataraxionlogs2012-02-16 07:25 am
alwaysagit) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-02-16 07:25 am
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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.
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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The porridge was nearly done. Thank God for that.