( closed ) cohort mingle

[tailorspy]

WHO: Steve Rogers, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Vision, Rayla
WHERE: their (so far unnamed) ship
WHAT: panicking, surviving, exploring, socializing, a bit more panicking, etc. Whatever you want!
WHEN: October 8th - 21st (all 330 hours of their lockdown)
WARNINGS: none at the moment - please tag your threads if need be!

This is an open post for face-to-face interactions between the cohorts within this same ship, so please go ahead and post your own top-levels and tag around!

For reference, the list of cohorts and their respective augments is as follows:

Steve Rogers: medic
Julian Bashir: medic
Elim Garak: agriculture
Vision: agriculture
Rayla: none

Go forth and have fun!

Comments

Rayla

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[To say she was frustrated at being stuck was an understatement. So, to keep busy and stop feeling like a trapped dragon, Rayla had taken to figuring out the stationary bike, poking around in the kitchen, and a few other things around the ship. She wasn't used to technology, so disasters were bound to happen...

Like setting food gel on fire in the kitchen, or locking herself in the cargo bay, or various other "fun" activities... Oops?]

FIRE?! C'MON!

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve needs to eat approximately once every hour or so thanks to his super metabolism. It's because of this that he happens upon Rayla when the protein gel erupts into flames. On the one level, it's alarming because fire always is and always poses danger. On the other, however, Steve can't help but be impressed. How does one even set fire to gel?!

He grabs a large bowl and sets it over the flames to smother them.]

I guess you're not Agriculture affinity, huh?

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla let out a tiny startled squeal when the flames popped up, and jumped back. Thankfully, her reflexes were sharp enough to keep her from being burned. She looked up at Steve.]

Ah, no. I didnae use any o' the Data Points. Is that the one you can use in the kitchen?

[If this could be called a kitchen. There was no fire pit!]

[brooklyn_boy]

Agriculture seems to let people know how to cook this stuff. Maybe not the gel, but... [Steve looks at it with barely reigned in disgust.]

Honestly it might be better burned. Anything could improve it, I think. Can't get much worse.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[She laughed, though it sounded a little forced and more of a "thanks for joking with me about it" kind of thing.]

Sorry. I hope I didnae mess things up too badly.

[She was way out of her element here, and it was beginning to show. At least, outside of the ship, in the town, she could hunt or something that provided something useful. But here... not so much.]

[brooklyn_boy]

No, no. The gel can only be improved.

[He still dumps it out though. The room smells of charred protein. Steve grabs some random vegetables out of the fridge and starts to cut them up. The room smells of burnt protein and cooking, alien food now. It's....interesting.]

We'll see if we can get The Vision to do the cooking from now on. I think he'd manage well.

Have you met him?

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

Ya really think the gel is that bad?

[Rayla's eaten some pretty interesting things. And, being on the road for a while, she's been foraging mostly for food, considering her exploits with the two human princes had been a comedy of errors when it came to their supplies.]

I have! [She brightened at the name.] He definitely seems to know what he's talkin' about.

[She watched Steve carefully. She was used to cooking over an open campfire... not on a stove...]

[brooklyn_boy]

I ate army rations and I still don't like the gel. Maybe it's a texture thing...

[One of the vegetables changes color and Steve smiles before pushing it over. He's pretty sure it should taste okay.]

You don't mind it?

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

Mm... could be.

[She watched him with the vegetable, and then looked pleasantly surprised at the idea that something was cooked well! (She hoped...)]

The gel? It's... not natural. I don' know what it is, but it's food, I guess. It seems edible, at least. A choice between bad food and starvin' is nah much of a choice at all.

[brooklyn_boy]

Well, you sure got that right.

[ He grabs another vegetable and starts cooking it up for himself. It changes color a little faster than the other one had and that frankly concerns Steve. Is the grill hotter or is that not an accurate way to judge if it is cooked? He pulls it off and bites into it, ready to be the guinea pig.

It's...edible. What he wouldn't give for some salt and garlic right now. ]

First time I was on this ship I had to eat a ton of that gel just to keep up my stamina. So yeah, I get that. But hopefully we have better options and soon. Better for our teeth.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

What's gel got ta do with our teeth?

[That sounded like such a weird thing to say. You silly human.]

[brooklyn_boy]

You know...not being able to chew?

[ Maybe that was a weird 30's old wives tale. Steve shrugs. ]

It was mostly a joke.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla mulled that over for a bit, visibly thinking.]

You mean... liiiiike... because you don't chew the gel...??

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve blinks.]

Yeah. Yeah, that would be the reason for it.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

Huh. So, not chewin' is bad fer yer teeth?

[She honestly had never considered this.]

[brooklyn_boy]

It's probably an old wive's tale. I'm from the time before the internet so 'facts' didn't get vetted.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla stared at him some more.]

What's the int-ter-net?