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so let's raise the bar
CHARACTERS: Soysauce & open!
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
Gardens ARE YOU SICK OF ME YET~~~~~
So sometimes he would go to the gardens and at least attempt to convince himself he was situated in one of Earth's greenhouses. At night he had gone, hoping there would be fewer people. Whether or not he's right, he at least stays away from them, seated by several leafy plants as he looks over his communication device.
Sad that he can hardly find enjoyment in the trivial things that humans like. Reading is the closest thing he can find pleasurable in terms of "trivial human entertainment," but only so he can scoff at the writings. Or simply laugh at their ridiculousness. Romance novels are something he enjoys so that he can utterly mock the human tendency to focus on sex - poorly-written sex at that. Or he'll read famous works of literature that he's already familiar with, simply to get ideas, particularly from religious works.
It's a sad way to pass the time, though, as he sits by the large leaves and scrolls through a digital copy of a poetry collection. Hardly anything artistic about it, really. Even with these human senses, art is something that is difficult for AM to relate to at all, especially this mishmash of words. Not too involved in his work, he at least is able to hear when someone is coming close.]
i would never be sick of you -- !!!!
he loves the gardens -- as much as he loves just about everything and everyone else, especially while he's tipsy -- and soysauce is surprisingly light on his feet as he wanders about the gardens. pretty impressive, given how much whiskey he's knocked back.
in such a good mood, soysauce can't help humming softly as he picks his way between the trees, whistling and singing in between breaths -- giving a happy little noise when he spots someone familiar sitting by a big clump of leafy plants. ]
Ah, Mister AM! [ whatever reservations he might have about AM vanish entirely once he's got a few drinks in him, and soysauce sounds sincerely happy to see AM as he gives a large wave of his arm. ] Good evening! Funny running into you here, sir! Do you come here often? [ he's got a mostly-empty whiskey bottle in his other hand as he patters over, crouching down beside where AM is as he peers over towards the book in his hands. ] Ah, are you studying something? You always seem so focused!
aaaaa clings to you grossly
He looks up from his device when he hears those slightly uneven footsteps. Soysauce. Of course. It had been probably four days or so since they had last gotten together, or something along those lines. AM, of course, appreciates him for certain reasons, but otherwise Soysauce can be absolutely annoying. Especially now, since AM can smell the alcohol, can see the bottle in his hand.]
Soy.
[He puts the device down (since really, he's hardly enjoying reading it anyway) and looks up. He still looks rather serious, but not dismayed that Soysauce has come to bother him. As annoying as the other can be, he's at least more entertaining than that drivel on his device.]
I'm just reading some mindless drivel.
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Eeeh. 'Mindless drivel.' I take it it wasn't quite to your tastes?
[ a rather lame laugh before he offers the bottle forth in case AM would like a sip? ]
You're so intelligent, though, so perhaps it just isn't satisfying enough? [ a slightly wistful sigh. ]
It must be nice, sir! Being so intelligent. Ah, not to -- to trivialize things that you've learned or -- or things that didn't come to you easily. But still. I've always admired people who are smart!
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[He clarifies what he had been reading, a book of various Biblical-inspired poetry. Some of it had been interesting, but most is just sad. He can understand the appeal of creating such pictures with words, assigning them to a meter, but he can't consider it "art." It's just... Well, it's difficult for his highly logical mind to fully process.
He looks over at Soysauce who has now made a comfortable seat right next to him. His eyes briefly flicker to that nearly-empty bottle of whiskey, and AM is somewhat tempted. But drinking is something he has to be so very careful with that he shakes his head briefly when the bottle is offered. Only sighing when that intelligence is once more gushed over. Something Soysauce seems to do constantly when they're together. (Soy seems so pathetically stupid that AM's intellect probably overwhelms him.)]
It's one of the benefits of being a machine, I suppose. Pre-progammed knowledge, fast learning capabilities... [He grunts in amusement at that. Only he knows how horribly that turned out.]
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CRIES soy your last line i can't
we're frands 4eva rite mister am
omg soy stop saying such triggering things!!!!!!!111one
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KITCHENS, LET'S DO THIS.
But when she comes across the kitchen area and sees Soy dancing, she pauses, giggling a little as she sets her elbows on a nearby counter, leaning forward to nest her chin between both hands.]
Having fun? Heeheehee~? I don't think I typically see people get this excited over cooking.
aW YEH IT'S GONNA BE A DATE
Ah! Good afternoon, m'lady! [ a soft laugh as he rocks on his heels, looking a little embarrassed. ] As much as I enjoy working in the kitchen, the dancing's more a way of keeping myself occupied, I must admit! Waiting for something to cook's that much more fun when one can stay occupied, yes?
YEEEEEEE
"Watch the pot, it'll never boil", right?
[She smiles as she says it, but it's a rather mild one-- it was something she remembered her mom telling her many years ago. But-- no reason to be thinking about that, right now.]
So, ah, what are you cooking anyway?
[LB was merely curious, looking around at the pots he was cooking in, rather than hoping he was going to share some. Her mindset was still to fend for herself; asking for scraps just wasn't in her nature.]
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Ah, it's a little pasta dish, at the moment. Something nice and light, nothing too complicated.
[ and then he gives LB the brightest, most charming smile he has in him. giving her a polite bow, accompanied by a dramatic sweep of an arm -- emulating an old-school gentleman quite well, even in the smooth tone of voice as he adds, ]
But if it pleases the lady, it would be my honor to have her for dinner.
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gardens; this will go very very well
Probably why Josias isn't the only staff member who's been steering clear of him.
It's getting late - nearing 23:00 and he's finished enough today for him to be considering heading up to the passenger decks, play football by himself or maybe train with Russia for long enough to wind down. Maybe end up in Heather's bed or vice versa. Hm. He lights a cigarette and wheels his bike to an open-ish area on the main floor, pulls out his communicator, and. Frowns as he hears someone shuffling along. Glances up, sees who it is, and immediately becomes 1000% absorbed with the business of texting Heather because he doesn't like Soy and I like irony okay.]
how can this possibly go wrong
Ah -- Mister Netherlands?
[ he sounds a little meeker than before, and soysauce puts on the most disarming, harmless smile he can possibly manage. his footsteps slow down from a jog to a walk as he draws close, and he looks up at ned from a short distance away, hands folded behind his back -- neatly concealing the bottle, so he can at least try and pretend to be polite and not-intoxicated. ] Um! I apologize for eh, bothering you if you're busy. But! I -- ah. [ try as he might, he can be quite as eloquent as usual when he's drunk, and soysauce struggles to find the right words. ] I thought over things a bit! And realized that I might have made the wrong impression, last time. So I wanted to apologize. If I mad you uncomfortable?
let us count the ways
Soysauce rambles on and tries to make things better, but Netherlands becomes increasingly suspicious of whatever Soy might be holding back there. What is that. All he really gets out of all of the talk is that Soysauce wants to blab too much about feelings that Netherlands doesn't have let alone share or care about, and since he doesn't give a shit, neither should this guy. And if this guy does care? That's suspicious as hell. So it's with a bit of force that he speaks.]
Leave me alone.
[Hey, better than "go away or I'll flip you over".]
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[ soysauce's answer is prompt and, perhaps surprisingly, also a little forceful. no -- 'forceful' might not be the right word. 'determined' seems more accurate.
and it's definitely determined when soysauce pounces forward, grasping at ned's sleeve with his free hand, his other hand still clumsily holding the whiskey bottle at his side as he looks up at ned -- really quite stubborn about keeping ned here, not letting him leave before there's a proper conversation going. ]
It's -- it's about manners, sir! As in -- as in, I would really like to fix what I did wrong! [ he's got enough liquor in him that he doesn't quite seem to realize the contradiction between his words and his actions, and soy gives a little nod as he continues stumbling through his words. ] An' it's very important! I think. Important -- to me, at least -- that I understand what it was that you seemed so uncomfortable about. Please, I'd like to know for sure.
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aha
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HALLWAYS This'll do, prose because I'm obnoxious
At least, he supposes, he has found something to occupy himself with now. Security might mean he has the power to prevent more of his friends, new and old, being hurt. It also might mean he has the power to make his voice be heard better, which Daylen is very much aware of -- although he isn't about to say that directly to anyone. That is a thought to be stored until he has time to understand it, to understand the order of things and what he would have to do to use it.
He's distracted, fiddling with his network device as he walks, when he catches sight of movement out of the corner of his eye and looks up to see the person moving towards him. Soysauce, his mind reminds him, some kind of marksman. Good cooking skills. Also a musician. In security too.
Ah, someone he'll be working with then. He makes an effort to smile despite the tiredness pulling at him, nods a slightly formal greeting.
"Ah, good evening. It seems like we may be seeing more of each other in the future, I have just been approved into the security contingent."
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"Ah, Mister Daylen!" A cheerful call and Soysauce gives a wide wave of his arm, as if greeting someone who he hasn't seen in years and years. Ah, but it has been some time since he's spoken to Daylen, hasn't it? Soysauce trots over gladly, standing at rapt attention as Daylen speaks.
"You've joined the security department!" There's a small, somewhat startled blink as he parrots Daylen's words and processes the information. Pause, pause before everything seems to click and Soysauce grins. "Ah, that's excellent new! The security department could always use extra hands, especially ones as dependable as yours, sir!"
It's completely sincere, the way he says it, and Soysauce gives a curious little cant of the head. "Does that mean you'll be using the same firearms as the rest of us? Or will we get the benefit of your magic?"
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"By firearm," he begins, "do you mean your marksman's weapon? I will certainly attempt to learn, if it is required of me. I have been learning some basic hand-to-hand combat, although I find I am now... devoid of my practice partners. If it is useful or necessary, my magic is of course available to the department. I am an elemental mage at my core, although I have learned the art of being a shifter too for what it is worth."
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"Ah, well! If you're in need of a sparring partner!" Soysauce, of course, gives a grand sweep of his arm, standing a bit taller and puffing out his chest. He might not be the best when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, but if it's against a fellow novice, it should be alright to offer his time! "I may not look it, but I've a bit of experience with it! Had to learn it to survive back home! So you need only to ask, and I am at your beck and call!"
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kitchens
There's food. Tentatively he sticks his nose in the air and sniffs a time or two, and once he's sure this scent is coming from the kitchen on their floor and not from a passenger room (he's starving but not raring to start kicking doors in and stealing dinners from unsuspecting passengers), he quickens his pace to a trot as he heads down the hallway. While it's harder to spot than on some of the more outspoken inhabitants of the ship, Asato's in a good mood, mellow and still almost dreamy in the aftermath of one hell of a day yesterday... A drowsy, hazy look still dwells in his eyes, and he reaches the kitchen before he's fully aware of having done so.
But. Food. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the whistling and humming as Soy before he actually sees the guy, but though he'd prepared himself to see Soysauce in the kitchen, he hadn't expected the dancing. For now, he keeps his distance, coming to a halt right outside the doorway and glancing in, his ears perked in curiosity--half about the dancing and half about the food.
Food wins out.]
What are you making?
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he promptly spins around on his heel, holding the mop in the crook of his arm like a dance partner -- expression brightening to a cheery grin as soon as he recognizes asato. ]
Ah, good afternoon! I hope you didn't catch too much of that little display ... [ a sheepish little laugh before he looks over towards the pot bubbling merrily away on the stovetop. ] I'm making some stew! Nothing too fancy, but it should be fairly filling. Had some time while it simmered, so I was cleaning up. But it should be done in just a few moments, I think.
[ a little sniff of the air to make sure it still smells right before soysauce turns back to asato and grins, idly toying with the mop's handle as he speaks. ]
Perhaps you'd join me for a bite to eat? I made quite a large batch, and I'd be honored to have the company!
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It's tolerable, if he's looking for something to break the silence. And he could use a little bit of company from a familiar face right now, leaving Konoe some alone time to do as he pleases. Maybe he can bring a little food back for him...
After Soy's made his offer, Asato quietly inches into the kitchen, not afraid but still a little unsteady on his feet, less concerned about keeping up appearances when he's not on his work shift and has only Soysauce around to watch. The stovetop's his main target; once he's close enough he peers down, reaches carefully for the pot's lid but changes his mind--probably best to leave it be if it's not done, right?]
Is there really enough? [His tone's hopeful as he looks back up to Soy, smiling subtly. Nothing but good moods today, and if he can get some food in his belly, then that's even better.]
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I'm quite certain! I tend to cook a lot at once and leave some for people who might scavenge through the freezer box later. And it'd would be much tastier to eat it now, instead of waiting and going through that extra step of waiting and reheating it later, wouldn't it?
[ a little nod to punctuate his words before soysauce taps over to wring the mop out and put it aside for the moment -- washing his hands in the sink before he patters over towards the stovetop. another little grin at asato before he lifts the lid to the pot. immediately, a cloud of steam comes wafting out, along with the savory scent of stew -- as delicious as one can make anything with the lackluster ingredients available aboard the vessel. a small check of the time before soysauce fetches a spoon and looks to asato. ]
Mmmm, I must admit I'm not really sure if this would be to your tastes -- but if you'd like a taste first, I think it's been simmering long enough by now?
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backdated to just after Ned being a wad haha
Whatcha makin'?
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he's just lifting the lid on the pot to check on how the soup's coming along when he hears heather's voice and looks up, promptly giving her a bright smile. ]
'ello! Just some soup -- nice and simple, but excellent for hangovers.
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I'll take your word for it. I always used to try McDonald's fries and a coke as big as my head.
[It does smell incredible, though. If any soup could cure a hangover - and she's not saying it could - that stuff'd do the trick. She turns to lean against the bench and watch him, trying not to smirk.]
Was there at least a good time to go with the hangover?
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[ a small tilt of the head as he parrots that name. a friend of her's, perhaps? he's never considered using cola as a hangover cure, but maybe it would be worth a try sometime?
still turning those thoughts over at the back of his mind, soysauce gives an idle smile, stirring the pot with a ladle and making sure nothing's burnt or stuck to the bottom of the pot. ]
Eeeh, I suppose that would depend on one's definition of 'a good time?' [ a slightly sheepish laugh as he tries to remember exactly what he spent the previous evening doing. a lot of aimless wandering, after which he vaguely remembers -- ] I ended up loitering around the gardens for a while. Nothing too exciting, I'm afraid.
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