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

lmao, that article

[skindeep]

Perhaps someone has one that they're not using.

[Noah considers his own words. It seems a little unlikely, even to him, but strange things are always showing up in people's lockers. Maybe he could barter some ink for it.]

Need something? No, not at all. Where are you headed next?

[There's just a hint of eagerness in that question. He should get on that bike and peddle away, maybe.]

hah right? like NO one wears them.

[handelaar]

... right.

[Said in the tone of "yeah, no". Though there actually is a helmet on board - Mike's - but he's not about to go looking for it. Fucking depressing.

Except. Well. Noah probably has no idea what he just got himself into, because despite the actual words what Netherlands hears is "I'm free to work" and he's ready to take advantage right away. So he grunts, nods, and starts off toward the first level with a jerk of his head.]

First floor. [And the interrogation commences.] Know anything about cookin'?

[skindeep]

[And Noah's ready to be taken advantage of. He really wants to help, but he also feels helpless. Because he can't fight, or won't. He's not good with machines or repairs. He has no medical training.

Know anything about cookin'?

He's on his feet and following at that question. Because Noah does know about cooking, and did before a diabetic boyfriend entered the picture. After that he learned even more, made sure he could cook things that would be tasty and nutritious and just a little bit creative. So yes. Yes he does.]

It's only a dream of mine to be on Master Chef. How did our food stock fare during the raid? It doesn't matter, I can make do with whatever is left. You'd be surprised what can be made into a casserole.

[handelaar]

[It's kind of sad that he's not only not surprised with Noah's immediate response, but doesn't even acknowledge it other than a glance over when the guy begins speaking. And maybe raised brows and a quizzical look at the Master Chef bit, even as his mouth tilts down, because he's not sure if that's a joke or not. Doesn't sound sarcastic, at least.]

It -

[Is this guy for real.]

Been fine so far. Down here. Hard part won't be gettin' what you need, it's gonna be cooking without a fire.