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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. ]

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Oh, well, I can give plenty of that, heheheh...

[Her fingers nervously fiddle around her chin. She felt a little flustered by how kindly Soy acted toward her, but at least LB was starting to get the idea that maybe he really didn't want anything back from her in return. Granted, the notion of that idea made her a bit uneasy as well, if only for the uncertainty surrounding it.

LB's eyes follow Soy as he travels back to his cooking before she starts to idly look at whatever other features of the room she could find; it felt so awkward to watch someone work while you stood around doing nothing.]

Do you need me to do anything?

[ the only thing soy wants from LB, honestly, is a bit of company. he's always been the type to thrive when around other people, and he's quite pleased at the prospect of a nice, peaceful dinner with a friend -- humming as he drains the water from the pasta. ]

Ah, could you perhaps look to see if there's anything to drink? Plenty of water, but if there's anything in the refrigerator that's more to your tastes I wouldn't object!

[ a small glance over his shoulder as he points to the fridge with the tongs in his hands, giving LB a little smile, before he returns his attention to the stovetop. he's dividing out the sauce into a few containers to store for any scavengers, leaving the rest in the pan for now. whistling as he dumps the pasta in there, mixing it up good. ]

Oh, ah-- sure!

[Rushing her step to get to the fridge, she opens it up, looking positively clueless as she looked at all of the containers of liquids inside. Being used to mostly instant noodles and water, it had been a long time since LB had to experience the pains of deciding what to choose to eat or drink. What if she took someone else's thing? And what would taste good with a pasta dinner anyway?]

Uh... is there anything you want?

[Because maybe following his lead would be the better way to go here.]

Don't suppose there's any high-quality whiskey in there?

[ a cheerful laugh to make it clear he's joking as soysauce tosses the pan lightly, making sure the pasta's thoroughly mingled with the sauce. ]

But I'm quite fine with anything, to be honest. As long as it's something that you would enjoy?

[ one more shift of the pan before soysauce fetches a pair of dishes, plating the pasta neatly into little piles and adding a quick sprinkle of parmesan cheese -- or at least, what passes for space parmesan cheese around here. then, a careful balancing act, trying not to spill anything as he moves them to the table. ]

[Even with his tone, LB wasn't entirely certain if he was joking or not, so she actually takes the time to sort through everything to see if there were any bottles of it in the fridge or not.]

Sorry, can't seem to see any.

[She says it in a tone light enough that it could be taken as her playing around with the joke, if it was in jest, then immediately tries to decide on something else. God, why was making decisions so hard sometimes? Eventually though, she manages to find some colored fluids.]

I see something kind of reddish-- I think it's juice? Hahaha? Will that work?

As long as it seems edible I can't think of any reason why it shouldn't!

[ plates set down on the table, soysauce nimbly returns to the kitchen counter. pulls open a cabinet to retrieve a pair of glasses, then nudges the door shut with an elbow.

by the time LB turns away from the fridge and towards the table, soysauce has already got two sets of silverware nicely set out. and of course, as soon as she nears the table, he pulls out a chair for her, free hand held behind his back as he gives a slight bow, features arranged into a bright smile. ]

-- your seat, m'lady.

[Taking the plastic pitcher out, LB follows Soy to the table, pausing to take in the sight of the set table -- it was a little overwhelming, really, but she still does her best to keep her face at a mild smile. However, once he pulls the chair out, LB gives him an almost alarmed expression. There were people who still acted like this?

But right, calm down, LB. You're just eating dinner with this man who apparently has really nice manners and-- oh god, what if this was his way of hitting on her? Not that she was very good at detecting that kind of thing, but that would be really bad because even if he was really nice, he really wasn't her type and she really kind of liked someone else and--

Calm down, LB.

After a laugh passes, she tepidly takes the seat, setting the container of juice on the table in the process.]

Ah, you really didn't have to go through all of this trouble, you know...

[ soysauce notices the lukewarm response to his flair, the way LB seems a little awkward about the situation, and he tries not to let that squelch his enthusiasm too much. still trying to be gracious, he slides the chair in when LB takes a seat, grinning as he picks up the container of juice (?) ]

Ah, of course! But it's rather fun, isn't it?

[ he winks at LB before opening the container with all the flourish of a waiter uncorking a bottle of wine. pouring out two glasses of the juice before setting the container down and taking a seat across from LB.

a slow exhale before he drops his 'suave waiter' veneer and puts on a somewhat goofier grin, tugging at the collar of his shirt a little sheepishly. ]

Please forgive me if all the formality's a little much to take? Goodness knows the ship's always chaotic enough, so I thought something a little reminiscent of home would be relaxing. At least an imitation of what one might find at a nice eatery back home?

[She watches him go through the routine, still a little overwhelmed by it all. Or rather, she really felt like she should be doing more, but didn't want to get in the way of anything either.

However, when he apologizes, LB does her best to smile reassuringly. Because even if she was confused by all of this, she didn't want to be rude about it either.]

Ah, no! Eheheh! I'm just not used to it, is all. [A small frown passes, as she looks at her glass of juice.] Not really sure if I've been to a "nice eatery" before either.

You've never -- !

[ he's just picked up his fork to take a bite when that makes him pause, and soysauce just boggles at LB for a moment or two. to be honest, he's never been to the exorbitantly expensive eateries in beacon's upper-class districts, but soysauce has spent plenty of time in more modest, yet classy joints. it's rather difficult to imagine anyone who's never had the pleasure of having a nice meal at a restaurant. ]

Well, then. All the more reason for me to try and make this enjoyable for you, m'lady!

[LB smiles with a bashful twinge to the sides of her lips; it was always a little embarrassing to admit that she really hadn't experienced much outside of the small town she grew up in. Well, aside from what she experienced in war, but all of that was kind of a blur anyway.

Part of her wanted to protest to Soy's behavior, but at the same time, if it pleased him this much, why ruin it for him?]

Ah, if you insist.

[Taking a small sip of her drink, she looks at her food, then looks back to Soy, waiting for him to take the first bite. While it had been a long while, since she had a nice dinner like this, she hadn't forgotten the manners her parents (mother especially) drilled into her.]

I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something like this, hm?

Of course, of course! Eh, what's the saying -- variety is the spice of life? It's always good to try out new things!

[ another beaming smile before soysauce promptly digs into his plate. as much as he faffs on about with polite mannerisms and vaguely archaic ways of pretending to be a gentleman, he isn't so stuffy as to extend all of those things into mealtimes.

he chews his mouthful of food, swallows, before taking a sip of the juice. drink. -- whatever it is. it's definitely not a familar sort of taste, and soysauce mulls over it for a moment. it certainly tastes more -- artificial than anything he's used to.

not that it's a bad thing. ]

Ah, maybe I ask where you're from before ending aboard this vessel, if it's not too personal? I must admit I don't know much about places other than my own home, and I'd love to hear of the different worlds that people here are from.

[LB mirrors his smile to the best of her ability, before she follows his lead. Of course, she did have pasta in her earlier life -- being one of the staple of easy foods to make for a family -- so the taste of it was a bit nostalgic for her. Of course, the taste of seafood was more familiar -- and favorable -- for LB, but certain incidents pretty much soured the taste of that for the rest of her life.

She was so entranced with experiencing the taste of Soy's cooking -- along with the sugary taste of the juice -- that she didn't immediately process his question.]

Hmm?

[Swallowing another taste of the red juice (just what kind of flavor was this supposed to be anyway?), she doesn't take long to hesitate to answer his question.]

Ah, I was stationed in South America before here -- hahaha -- mostly assigned to take care of some rebel activity. Though I was dealing with another manner, before waking up in blue shit.

[See, talking about PMC stuff really wasn't that bad. It was her life before that LB didn't like talking about, if she could help it.]

Oh, I was from Earth. Right, I forget I need to add that, around here.

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