[Open] Log & Network

[doubled_speed]

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.

Comments

[doubled_speed]

In the real world? Insanely from what I've seen. Here? We've got less than, like, forty people total. You'll be fine.

Get a short skirt. Billy will love it.

[hulkintraining]

Fair point. I would never wait tables in the city. That's asking to be driven to the point of insanity. Everyone around here seems pretty chill at least.

If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to get a look at my legs, Shepard.

[doubled_speed]

Dude, Stark's here. There's no chill there. None. That man is a fucking disaster.

[That Tommy is SORTA getting used to.]

Why would I want your legs? Mine are better.

[hulkintraining]

Stark is one person. One person doesn't bring the rest of the average of chill down.

I can literally make my legs look better than yours.

[Get out of here with your perfect runners legs Tommy.]

[doubled_speed]

Dude, you can't be better than perfect. You can only hope to emulate it.

[hulkintraining]

I'll be sure to bring a wheel barrel with me to the cafe so you have something to drag your ego around in. Wouldn't want it slowing you down, Speed.

[doubled_speed]

Nothing about me is slow, Teddy. Except when it's the best choice for making all the things good.

[hulkintraining]

I know, I know. Maybe keeps things at a moderate pace in the kitchen though. For safety.

[doubled_speed]

Are you saying you don't trust me going fast with a knife?

[If someone mentions something about running with scissors he's going ot be annoyed.]

[hulkintraining]

I'm saying I would prefer you to remain in one piece. With all of your fingers.

Don't make me have to explain to Billy how you cut and or burned something off. Please.

[doubled_speed]

My hands may be fast, Teddy, but so are my eyes and my brain. I'd be fine. I wouldn't hit myself. My bodily awareness is better than other people too.

[Billy... What a low blow bro.]

[hulkintraining]

Everyone can make mistakes, Tommy. That's all I'm saying.

And cooking for customers will be a new type of pressure you're not used to.

[doubled_speed]

They aren't customers, Teddy. They're our fellow captives.

[hulkintraining]

[Indistinguishable grumbling.]

You know what I mean.

Just tell me you'll be safe and I'll drop it.

[doubled_speed]

I'll be safe, Teddy. You ever known me to be anything else?

Also, dont' answer that.

[hulkintraining]

Nope. Not touching that one.

Anyways, I'll probably come by in a bit. If there's any supplies you need for the diner let me know and I'll get what I can.

[doubled_speed]

Yeah, you're supposed to be touching Billy's issues.

I'm fine with what's up. Rafe is bringing me crabs.

[hulkintraining]

Dude.

Do you know how to cook crab?

[doubled_speed]

Uh, no? Is it hard? Don't you just boil them?

[hulkintraining]

Maybe? I haven't exactly had many chances to eat crab.

[Take-out sushi is about the extend of his seafood knowledge.]

[doubled_speed]

I have, but it was always at buffets. Paying for enough crab for me is WAY too much.