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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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[ his dancing's a little lackluster, his movements a little less energetic than usual when heather drops by -- having a wicked hangover tends to do that to you. his headache hasn't vanished entirely just yet, but soysauce still hums quietly to himself, keeping an eye on a simmering pot of soup while wiping down the countertop. might as well do something productive until he's fully recovered, yes?

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.

[Honestly? She wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't mentioned it. People generally look one version or another of totally shitty around here and sometimes it just seems more polite not to mention it.]

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?

... McDonald's?

[ 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.

[Yeah, she is so not up for explaining the sinister allure of the nonfood that is McDonald's. She just shakes her head, and latches on to that little laugh.]

Well that's disappointing. First bit sounds promising, though. Test my boundaries?

[There's a lot you can get up to in the gardens. She'd know :D
And not that she's hoping Soy's version involves the tiger dude, but if it does... well.]

[ any time spent with bardo would have easily fallen under the definition of 'a good time.' but, well -- ]

Mmm. How should I put this ...

[ a thoughtful hum as soysauce busies himself around the pot, fetching a spoon to taste the soup. a little bland, so he adds a dash of salt and what he's calling the space equivalent of thyme. ]

I bumped into Mister Netherlands and tried to make peace with him, since I, ah -- rather offended him the last time we spoke. But as for how well that went ...

[ his words peter off into an awkward little laugh as soysauce stirs the pot. ]

[To her credit, Heather manages not to say "oh, fuck me sideways" out loud. Less to her credit, she groans loudly. Even less to her credit, given the way it reflects on her attitude towards the man with whom she has laid her affections, she makes a lemony sort of face and raises an eyebrow.]

What'd he do?

[ that groan makes him look over, and soysauce stares wide-eyed at heather for a moment, spoon still held in his mouth. looking a little intimidated by that response as he tries to find the right way to answer that question, his words mumbled a little quietly around that spoon. ]

Ah ... not much, I suppose! Though he seemed quite adamant that I was an annoying presence, and wouldn't tell me what I could do to apologize for having been a nuisance.

[Oh, that's - an alarmed sort of look that she feels bad for provoking. But honestly, if he was drunkenly badgering Netherlands and the worst he got called was annoying, he got off pretty light.

Plus that spoon thing is adorable.

She shrugs, and her smile is equal parts apologetic and amused.]

Probably the best thing you can do is leave him alone. I mean, he's an ass anyway, but he's exponentially more of an ass if you try to change his mind about something he's sure he's right about.

But hey, [cheerfully, which is totally awful because she's thinking of Alex,] if you were really pissing him off he's probably have smacked you over or something. So there's hope!

Eeeh --

[ he makes some awkward little gesture in the air with that spoon, looking off to the side as he chews his lower lip. because while ned didn't exactly smack him, ]

-- I think I did irritate him significantly, since he -- sort of pushed me aside, after a point.

[ he's still sort of half-mumbling, clearly rather embarrassed by this whole incident, busying himself neatening up the kitchen counter while he speaks. ]

He seemed quite eager to leave, as well. At least, from what I remember. I must admit I'd been drinking quite a bit before I ended up in the gardens.

so let's raise the bar

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