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revivalproject2021-07-06 05:03 pm
heypartner) wrote in revivalproject2021-07-06 05:03 pm
July OTA
WHO: Cobb Vanth & Others
WHERE: The Diner/Glownie Ranch/The Forge area
WHAT: Some open prompts for July.
WHEN: Various times.
WARNINGS: Cobb's general bad language. Mentions of animal slaughter.
Cooking Breakfast - OTA
It was shortly after sunrise in the diner and drifting from the kitchen was the pleasant smell of spices and baking bread. Also, soft singing.
Cobb was at the stove singing to himself as he carefully sliced up various fruits. On the counter he had already laid out a few dishes already since he’d been here for a while. There was a plate of thin sliced pan seared glownie, A bowl of arisha, fried dough balls that were savory, heavily spiced, and very common on Tatooine, and some thick slices of tigertubers mixed with chopped baconrooms.
He sang in Booce a soft song with a flowing melody that - if someone knew the language - would know was actually a terribly sad song about leaving a lover behind. Cobb was in a good mood despite the sad song and felt like singing. He kept his voice low just because it was early and if someone wandered into the diner he didn’t want to disturb them.
After arranging the various fruits on a plate he pushed it over to the counter where it join the rest of the breakfast spread. He considered the presentation for a moment and then nudged a few things. Happy with that he nodded to himself and went to the oven.
He carefully pulled out small flatbreads and laid those on a plate as well. Then it was on to making a quick dipping sauce from cumatos and spices to dip everything or drizzle over everything if people wanted.
Cobb had made enough to share.
Glownie Trouble - OTA
Cobb stood in the middle of the glownie corral with his hands braced on his thighs, breathing hard. The glownies themselves were keeping their distance from Cobb and eyeing him with suspicion. They were familiar with him, aware he fed them and looked after them but also aware when he came around one of them might leave the herd and not come back.
It was a tricky thing looking after animals for slaughter. Cobb hadn’t done it hands on like this but he had talked with Mallik and bantha herders often enough to know a thing or two about it. He had thought he’d done well making sure the glownies wouldn’t catch on about the slaughtering but they were plenty nervous around him now.
He stood up straight and put his hands on his hips looking over the herd. One watched him while the others got back to their grazing.
“Look,” he said, his tone mildly frustrated while trying to be reasonable with the herd. “I ain’t here to hurt anyone. I’m just here to do a little grooming. I want some wool. That’s it, you walkin’ light bulbs.”
He even had a comb. It was in his right hand. Nothing to worry about if the dumb animals would stop being so paranoid. Maybe he should’ve thought about this and waited for when they were in the barn but he hadn’t expected them to be so flighty.
Cobb might need a helper.
Tinkering - OTA
Cobb hadn’t spent much time in the forge section of the city which he found slightly amusing considering his background as a mechanic and general fixer. He hadn’t had a good reason lately but after these folks made him a grill and some kabob skewers an idea had been growing in the back of his head and he figured he might as well try it himself instead of asking for help again. Surely, all these folks had their own projects they were working on.
So, if he wanted a smoker to preserve meat and make some jerky he figured he had to make it himself. How hard could it be? Just needed something to make smoke, then get that smoke to the meat, and keep it trapped.
Having never been in this part of the city before Cobb was a little uncertain, actually. He had no idea if he could take any of the scrap he saw lying around. There were a few things he saw that could probably work, some tubing and some metal sheets he could weld together… if they had the means for that.
Cobb had no idea, actually, what sort of machining tools they had lying around.
“Well, kriff,” he muttered to himself.
Maybe he should’ve asked for help after all.
WHERE: The Diner/Glownie Ranch/The Forge area
WHAT: Some open prompts for July.
WHEN: Various times.
WARNINGS: Cobb's general bad language. Mentions of animal slaughter.
Cooking Breakfast - OTA
It was shortly after sunrise in the diner and drifting from the kitchen was the pleasant smell of spices and baking bread. Also, soft singing.
Cobb was at the stove singing to himself as he carefully sliced up various fruits. On the counter he had already laid out a few dishes already since he’d been here for a while. There was a plate of thin sliced pan seared glownie, A bowl of arisha, fried dough balls that were savory, heavily spiced, and very common on Tatooine, and some thick slices of tigertubers mixed with chopped baconrooms.
He sang in Booce a soft song with a flowing melody that - if someone knew the language - would know was actually a terribly sad song about leaving a lover behind. Cobb was in a good mood despite the sad song and felt like singing. He kept his voice low just because it was early and if someone wandered into the diner he didn’t want to disturb them.
After arranging the various fruits on a plate he pushed it over to the counter where it join the rest of the breakfast spread. He considered the presentation for a moment and then nudged a few things. Happy with that he nodded to himself and went to the oven.
He carefully pulled out small flatbreads and laid those on a plate as well. Then it was on to making a quick dipping sauce from cumatos and spices to dip everything or drizzle over everything if people wanted.
Cobb had made enough to share.
Glownie Trouble - OTA
Cobb stood in the middle of the glownie corral with his hands braced on his thighs, breathing hard. The glownies themselves were keeping their distance from Cobb and eyeing him with suspicion. They were familiar with him, aware he fed them and looked after them but also aware when he came around one of them might leave the herd and not come back.
It was a tricky thing looking after animals for slaughter. Cobb hadn’t done it hands on like this but he had talked with Mallik and bantha herders often enough to know a thing or two about it. He had thought he’d done well making sure the glownies wouldn’t catch on about the slaughtering but they were plenty nervous around him now.
He stood up straight and put his hands on his hips looking over the herd. One watched him while the others got back to their grazing.
“Look,” he said, his tone mildly frustrated while trying to be reasonable with the herd. “I ain’t here to hurt anyone. I’m just here to do a little grooming. I want some wool. That’s it, you walkin’ light bulbs.”
He even had a comb. It was in his right hand. Nothing to worry about if the dumb animals would stop being so paranoid. Maybe he should’ve thought about this and waited for when they were in the barn but he hadn’t expected them to be so flighty.
Cobb might need a helper.
Tinkering - OTA
Cobb hadn’t spent much time in the forge section of the city which he found slightly amusing considering his background as a mechanic and general fixer. He hadn’t had a good reason lately but after these folks made him a grill and some kabob skewers an idea had been growing in the back of his head and he figured he might as well try it himself instead of asking for help again. Surely, all these folks had their own projects they were working on.
So, if he wanted a smoker to preserve meat and make some jerky he figured he had to make it himself. How hard could it be? Just needed something to make smoke, then get that smoke to the meat, and keep it trapped.
Having never been in this part of the city before Cobb was a little uncertain, actually. He had no idea if he could take any of the scrap he saw lying around. There were a few things he saw that could probably work, some tubing and some metal sheets he could weld together… if they had the means for that.
Cobb had no idea, actually, what sort of machining tools they had lying around.
“Well, kriff,” he muttered to himself.
Maybe he should’ve asked for help after all.
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He was polite enough not to mention that everything they ate on this planet was home cooking from another planet.
"It's spicy so watch yourself." Just in case Kyle didn't realize by now after helping him at the grill that Cobb liked everything spicy. He hadn't spiced the fruit but he had thought about it.
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Kyle nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I figured. You're a spicy dude. Is there any reason you went all out today?"
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Spicy dude. He shook his head. The kid was fully of interesting terms.
"Felt like it." He shrugged. Cobb usually just made breakfast for himself but when he started cooking this morning he'd cooked more. "Nothin' says you can't cook more if you want. This won't keep everyone fed."
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Cobb's probably just lucky Kyle hasn't used words like 'steez' yet.
"Good enough reason." He shrugs and hops onto one of the diner stools. "I'll wait til most of this actually gets eaten. It's awesome, by the way." It is indeed pretty heavily spiced, but it's far from unpleasant.
"I'll be in the back after I eat putting stuff away but it wont take long. Looks like you've nailed dough, huh? That's good, we can use that for so much." He chews, then asks, "Were you like this back home? All like... dad like or whatever?"
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"Dough ain't hard when you don't need it to rise. Just flour, oil, milk, and a little bit of salt. Takes very little effort." Cobb started to move dishes to the sink to clean them. He hated a mess.
"Not a dad. Just used to lookin' after to people. Usually do that by shootin' bad guys but there aren't any here." He shrugged as he rolled up his sleeves. "So just doing what I can."
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Kyle watches Cobb thoughtfully. "Dads look after people," he points out. "Or at least, they're supposed to. Don't worry, I'm not nominating you everybody's father or anything. It's just kinda your vibe."
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He didn't mentioned the shared slavery part. Cobb had talked about that enough recently that he wanted to bury it again. The people that he wanted to know, knew. That was it.
"I guess that's fine if you see me that way. Worse things to be." Cobb set to washing the dishes because he hated a mess. Couldn't leave one. "As long as no one starts callin' me dad we'll be fine."
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Kyle snorted and got up with his dishes. "I promise I won't, anyway," he said. "Here, shove over, let me clean since you cooked."
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"Alright, alright. You wanna be pushy..." Cobb dried his hands on his pants and stepped out of the way for Kyle. He could've fought the kid but that seemed like too much work this morning.
He went to make himself some caf. There was always time for a second cup.
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He hops over to finish cleaning up. "Dude, I take after my mom, you don't wanna KNOW how pushy I can be." While washing his dishes, he hums to himself a little.
"Hey, dumb question: obviously your universe has music. Does anybody have ways to record it?"
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Maybe his encounter with Din and learning some of the ways of Mandalorians had made him a little more understanding as well.
“Yeah. We’ve got the holonet. You can listen to music, radio dramas, and news on it. And then you can get holodiscs of music too. Got a radio back home.” And he mostly listened to holodramas and music. No holovid. Signal wasn’t great that far from the big cities.
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He perked right up. "Oh, that's awesome. I kinda figured it would be like here, where the tech is obviously advanced but also broken as shit, so I thought, well, earth had radios figured out pretty long ago, I'm sure others did, too." The idea of music from the far reaches of the galaxy delighted him.
"I got to hear some music on Coruscant and it was pretty neat. Not to my personal taste, really, but still cool. I don't know what genre you'd call it. God, I wonder if you have country music in space. You seem like you'd like old country like Dolly Parton and Waylon Jennings and stuff. Songs about your truck breaking down and your wife running off, stuff like that."
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If that was country music Cobb didn't want anything to do with it.
He liked music well enough. It was relaxing. He didn't think he knew enough musical terms to explain things to Kyle in a way that would make sense.
"Can hum you a little of what I like?"
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He moves, thinking. "Yeah, uh, county had acoustic guitars and stuff. Let me try..." He has to go through a mental file, but settles on humming Jolene.
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Or wanted to hear again.
What he hummed there sounded fine enough. Kyle's voice wasn't great but it actually had like music to it and didn't sound like strange chanting. He nodded a little. "Sounds good enough. Maybe we'll get to your world one day and I'll hear it for real."
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He dries his hands off. "Love, sex, being sad. I feel like those are the big ones."
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"Sometimes we all gather in the cantina at night after a long day. Someone will start playin' something and if we know it, we all join in," Cobb says with a fond little smile. Damn, he misses Mos Pelgo something fierce sometimes. "Don't need a radio when that happens."
Something he could never see this town doing together, honestly. Not just because they didn't know each other's music but because no one felt that close to each other.
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The town is still quite fractured, but it seems as if it may knit together. Given time.
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On the surface it's a fairly excited song. The lyrics are a bit more down than the beat suggests.
"Somethin' like that. It's a lot better when everyone joins in." Cobb slicks his hair back and picks up his caf again.
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"No, dude, that was awesome! Super depressing lyrics, but that's kinda cool, too." He thinks about it a moment, then adds, "Sad songs that don't SOUND sad, those are kinda the best."
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Others he would have to translate from Bocce to Galactic basic and he couldn't do that fast.
"You get fifty or so people singing it and it sounds more like a celebration." He leans back against the counter. "Your wrapping might benefit from a few more people helpin' you out."
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Kyle laughs his stupid hyena cackle. "Nah, it would benefit from someone who isn't me doing it," he says. "Unless it's this song called 'Drunk White Girls.' That one's funnier with a group, especially if you can all manage to do the girl part without fucking up." Can he do the girl part? Oh, you bet your ass he can.
"Trust me, if you heard it for real it's way better. Although," he says, grinning, "if you still hated it, that would be very on-brand for your Team Dad status."
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"Doesn't even sound like music," he says with a shake of his head and a sip of his caf. "I'll just leave that style to you, kid."
He'll keep his songs over that sort of mess any day of the week.
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Because that was what he did best. He looked after people. He would do the same thing back home with just a little more shooting.