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revivalproject2020-07-14 11:04 am
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2020-07-14 11:04 am
[Open] Log & Network
WHO: Tommy Shepherd, OTA
WHERE: Eli's Diner
WHAT: A message about a change of management and a request for help
WARNINGS: N/A
Network - Video
So I know I was annoying you all on your devices earlier but...
[There's a sigh. Long and drawn out. He looks tired. But he isn't on the island this time. He's in the no doubt familiar diner, though in the back, the kitchen area, trying to sort out items there and his communicator is clearly propped up on something as he works on cutting up some stuff.]
I need help. Apparently Eli never came back from Calibrations. A few other people he knew too. So I guess that means the diner hasn't been running. But I sorta owe the guy for some things, and I'm already working the greenhouse anyway and carrying supplies there so I'm gonna try and take over this too.
Trust me, speedster, I can manage it. I've got the hours in the day. 'Cept thing is, I am not the best cook. So if anyone knows how, please come teach me more than just this whole salad and 'lots of things in a pot' soup? And people who wanna help out here more or who were helping Eli already, please help me? I learn fast, but, like, someone's still gotta show me it?
Cooking Ain't Easy
Thirty hour days were already insane and something Tommy doesn't much know what to do with himself with. When you only need three to four hours of sleep and there are a number of people working in the greenhouse and it's sorta getting more and more in line... Well, Tommy needs more to do. Especially with losing even more people.
So here he was, in the kitchen of the diner, trying to figure out how to do this right. Today's goal for lunch: soup. Salads can be made to order, but soup... Tommy grumbles to himself under his breath as he works on peeling some of the tubers from the greenhouse. They're like potatoes, so you handle them like potatoes, right?
"I'm really starting to regret not accepting Rebecca and Jeff offering to teach me to cook," he grumbles to himself. "Especially noodles."
He needed more hands than his own to do this. And so much more smart people. Hopefully someone actually offered to help out.
WHERE: Eli's Diner
WHAT: A message about a change of management and a request for help
WARNINGS: N/A
Network - Video
So I know I was annoying you all on your devices earlier but...
[There's a sigh. Long and drawn out. He looks tired. But he isn't on the island this time. He's in the no doubt familiar diner, though in the back, the kitchen area, trying to sort out items there and his communicator is clearly propped up on something as he works on cutting up some stuff.]
I need help. Apparently Eli never came back from Calibrations. A few other people he knew too. So I guess that means the diner hasn't been running. But I sorta owe the guy for some things, and I'm already working the greenhouse anyway and carrying supplies there so I'm gonna try and take over this too.
Trust me, speedster, I can manage it. I've got the hours in the day. 'Cept thing is, I am not the best cook. So if anyone knows how, please come teach me more than just this whole salad and 'lots of things in a pot' soup? And people who wanna help out here more or who were helping Eli already, please help me? I learn fast, but, like, someone's still gotta show me it?
Cooking Ain't Easy
Thirty hour days were already insane and something Tommy doesn't much know what to do with himself with. When you only need three to four hours of sleep and there are a number of people working in the greenhouse and it's sorta getting more and more in line... Well, Tommy needs more to do. Especially with losing even more people.
So here he was, in the kitchen of the diner, trying to figure out how to do this right. Today's goal for lunch: soup. Salads can be made to order, but soup... Tommy grumbles to himself under his breath as he works on peeling some of the tubers from the greenhouse. They're like potatoes, so you handle them like potatoes, right?
"I'm really starting to regret not accepting Rebecca and Jeff offering to teach me to cook," he grumbles to himself. "Especially noodles."
He needed more hands than his own to do this. And so much more smart people. Hopefully someone actually offered to help out.