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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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"There are many here with better skill for that, and few who have been created to be a soldier and protector. Surely I am better for that."
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Probably had something to do with most people on Tatooine saying he should still be a slave but maybe not.
"If you wanna learn to cook, learn it and fuck anyone who says you shouldn't." Seriously, he had a lot of feelings about this.
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"But what is gained by learning to cook? The talent already exists here."
She was very confused.
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Cobb felt a wave of home sickness. He missed his speeder and riding across the dunes because he could.
"Not everything has to be practical."
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"I train to feel good," Lauri-Ell admitted. "It is what I was made for. My biology is meant to reinforce what I do. Other than that, I like flowers."
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"Maybe you could learn to grow 'em. Not with the data point thing but in general. They just need water and soil right?" It couldn't be that hard when there was plenty of water to grow things.
At least, that's how Cobb saw it.
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"I do not know. I have never learned much about plants. I would see them on the worlds I was stationed on."
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"Or anything else you've always wanted to try." Cobb was learning a lot about keeping animals in between fixing up houses.
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"I do not know many things, Cobb. My people made me. I was a genetic experiment, created of a great warrior and a great scientist. I was raised in accelerated growth systems, and trained to be a soldier. Before this world, I had only had two days of 'leave' days when I did live as a soldier. I did not have many days to learn myself, even if I wanted."
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He had fought hard to define himself his whole life instead of being just a slave. Even when he was a slave, he had struggled to retain any shred of humanity his masters wanted beaten out of him.
"Your people made you but now you can make yourself, Lauri-Ell. No one's here to tell you to stop." Cobb didn't know if she would but he believed there was something to trying. She could learn a lot about herself.
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And so she did what she knew. Protected. Upheld justice. She was The Accuser and could be nothing else.
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"Make one meal for yourself and see if you like it. Maybe it's too much work. Maybe the clean up is miserable. You move on. None of it has to be permanent." He's very used to temporary pleasures in life. Take what you could, when you could and treasure it while you had it.
"If it doesn't make you happy, leave it behind."
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"I would like to find someone to help me try one meal," she decided.
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Cobb finished mixing the spices together, a blend that had a good hard kick at the end. It still had flavor. Cobb wouldn't skip out on the flavor.
He put it in a little bowl for her and handed it to her. "Here, just for you. Try dipping the fruit in it and takin' a bite. It'll be real good."
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Fuck that was good.
"You have a talent!"
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He had eaten while he cooked and now that he had caf he was ready to start his day. There was always something he needed to get done, whether it's the houses or some other chore he'd given himself.
Cobb figured Lauri-Ell was fine on her own.
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"Have a good work day," Lauri-Ell said with a wave before she went back to her meal.