EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

nill | open

[culver]

Gathering food seems to be the best way for her to use her time right now. There is, of course, a campfire to cook with, but she doesn't know how well she can do with an open flame. There's no harm in trying, though. Soup seems like a good choice, so she's picking some carrots and digging for potatoes. There isn't much of an option for meat while they're all confined here, but that's just fine with her. A soup with plenty of vegetables (and maybe a few fresh herbs) should be just fine.

There's mud on her purple sneakers and grass stains on her torn jeans, but she doesn't seem to mind. All she wants is to make sure everyone stays calm. And to do so herself, even with Heine out with the security team. She knows he'll be alright, but that doesn't stop her from worrying.

[chaineddog]

He stops by because it's in between his shifts. The only reason that he's complying with anything that the SEC team is, is because he knows that it's the best way to keep in the loop about things going on around here and by extension, it also means he can better protect Nill. Heine knows how he'd take care of these so called "pirates" if he weren't a part of SEC team. It'd be efficient and they wouldn't have any problems with looting or whatever the hell they were doing but he has to remember that that could get him in more trouble than he wants Nill involved in.

It doesn't take long to find her. There's plenty of people piled into the oxygen gardens, but after a quick scan he makes his way over to the vegetable patch. "You doing okay?" he asks as soon as he approaches her. She looks in tact even if she is a little muddy, but that isn't his concern.

[culver]

She knows what he'd do too, and while she doesn't really killing, well. The pirates had attacked them first. Back home, that was more than enough to warrant a forceful retaliation. But that wasn't how things worked on this ship, and both she and Heine knew it. Besides, the safer thing to do was for him to work with the team, especially considering how his regeneration wasn't quite up to par.

There's a small pile of carrots beside her when she hears him, and her wings flick as she looks up, smiling. The blonde nods, leaning back on her heels but not yet standing. She gestures to him with a dirt-covered hand. How is he?

[wolfdreamer]

Bran has left his tree, because waiting while walking is better than waiting alone. Summer lopes along beside him, sniffing at the floor of the gardens--but then suddenly raises his head, his tail curled. Bran follows his line of sight, and sees Nill, working over a campfire. Any lingering sulky feeling curls up when he sees her, and he smiles more genuinely than he has smiled since the pirates came aboard the ship.

It doesn't take long to make his way over to her, robotic legs and all. He has had great practice with walking on the uneven ground of the gardens. "What are you making?"

[culver]

For his part, she doesn't hear him coming until he's speaking to her. Then she turns, a smile lighting up her face as she raises a hand in greeting. That hand soon descends towards Summer's snout, held out so he can sniff it if he likes. Either way, a scratch behind the ears is in his immediate future.

The blonde shifts so he can see the big pot suspended over the fire by a makeshift tripod of sturdy branches. Heine had helped her with that, though she wasn't sure where he'd learned it. The water is already boiling, and she's only just added the vegetables she had gathered earlier.

[wolfdreamer]

True to her suspicions, Summer sniffs at her hand, and then crowds closer, ready almost immediately to have his ears scratched. He is used to Nill by now, just as he grew used to Osha, and to Jojen and Meera. The direwolf's nose still work at the air as he catches scent of the soup--a thin smell, Bran can smell it too. It's not yet cooked enough to be fully fragrant, but it still smells good, and he moves closer to examine it.

"Where did you learn to make soup?" It seems silly to ask her questions when she cannot answer the way another might--but Bran likes talking with Nill despite that, and never minds reading her answers, or trying to work out what she means from gestures. "Do you need any help?"

[culver]

One small hand runs through the direwolf's fur as she shrugs slightly in answer to Bran's question. In all honesty, Badou had taught her the basics of the kitchen; besides sewing and cooking, he seemed to be excellent and nearly all domestic tasks. But, as he'd said, when all you've got is your brother and he can't do any of those things, you've gotta learn. All he'd done was pass his knowledge (discreetly) on to her.

The offer of help, however, is not passed over so easily. Her wings perk and she makes a gesture as if she's adding a pinch of something to the soup. What she needs are spices. A quick look around proves fruitful--there's a patch of parsley nearby, and she bounds towards it, crouching so she can pick a bit and show him.

[wolfdreamer]

He follows Nill to where she crouches, craning his neck a little to peer over her shoulder. There is little that Bran knows of cooking--only small things. Other people have always prepared food for him, no matter where he was, and on the road north they did not stop to cook very much. But he knows that herbs give flavor to food, and so he crouches beside her and picks off a little stem of this herb, sniffing at it.

"All right," he agrees, picking a bit more, his hand carefully cupped so as not to crush the stems or leaves. When he has enough, he will have to put it in his pocket. This isn't something that Summer can bear back in his jaws, it would be ruined. "Is there another that you will need?"

[culver]

His recognition and affirmation that he'll help lights her smile even more, and she carefully takes a few handfuls for herself, lifting the front of her camisole slightly to make a sort of makeshift basket. With a nod, she reaches for his hand with one of her own. There is some rosemary that she wants to add as well.

[wolfdreamer]

Nill taking his hand should be no different than Sansa taking his hand--or one of his other friends--and yet it is, somehow. Bran feels his face flush a little, but he does his best to ignore that stupid feeling--because it is stupid. She is only his friend, and they are making soup together.

He tucks the first herbs into his pocket and walks with her to the next patch. These ones smell stronger still, in a good way, and he gathers a handful of it as well. "Will you write down the names of these for me, later? I would like to know what they are called."

[culver]

At least he can save face, since she isn't looking at his right now. Instead, she's scouting for the rosemary that she saw earlier in the day but neglected to pick. She hadn't expected to have the chore of making food, but was glad that she could help. She knows it's dangerous on the ship right now (well, more so than usual) and Heine wants her to stay put. At least this is something she can do while also staying relatively safe for him.

Once they find the patch she takes some up as well, adding it to the basket made by her shirt. A smile lights her face and she nods--she knew their names before coming to the ship, but she could actually write them now. It was strange sometimes to think of what it had been like before she could write--and before she had known so many people. After gathering a sufficient amount of herbs, she gestures back towards the soup before reaching for his hand once more.