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24 July 2006 @ 04:40 pm
Day 1: Mess Hall at 6:30 PM  
Where: Mess Hall

When: 6:30 PM

Who: All

He wasn't a very good cook, actually he could basically cook two things without burning them. However, he just didn't have a choice since from what he heard about the new crew none specialized in cooking. All of them were interesting though, and would probably be useful. And would probably avoid him like the plague. He thought back to the previous crew. He supposed he just wasn't very approachable. He sat in one of the chairs so he could look out into the main part of the mess hall.
andrej_milholanandrej_milholan on July 25th, 2006 02:35 pm (UTC)
Making no comment, Andrej tossed the salad a bit with large plastic spoons before grabbing some regular bowls out of a cabinet. "Will the captain be coming back to join us?" he inquired, not looking at them as he ladled salad in equal proportions. Everything had to be exactly right for him to stay sane, right down to how much lettuce fluffed over the rim of the bowls. It was, undeniably, one of his most blatant idiosyncracies.
seren_marelacseren_marelac on July 25th, 2006 03:22 pm (UTC)
Seren shrugged, both in response to Mr. Morningstar's comment and Andrej's question. "The way I figure it, I'll leave my past behind when I leave this planet behind." He chuckled. "The only people after me aren't flush enough or desperate enough to hire a spaceship to track me down." The cocky smile had returned as he twirled up a forkful of noodles.
linnard_noche on July 25th, 2006 04:27 pm (UTC)
[[Whew, did I ever miss a chunk >_>; *makes up for it with a crappy post*]]

Linnard had taken a seat and been watching the food preparation when the captain had made his appearance. He kept silent, listening to his speech attentively, only perking up to raise an eyebrow at the blatant flirtiness directed towards Andrej. He told himself it was none of his business, and distracted himself with the sudden availability of food. With nothing constructive to say, he simply helped himself to a plate of spaghetti and sat back down to eat quietly.
teivel_morning on July 25th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)
Andrej's obvious effort to ignore his comment didn't slip past Teivel, but he didn't push it. It was silly anyways. "If he can, he certainly will."

Teivel made no comment to Seren. He didn't really phase it to receive a response anyways. He idly thought that Seren did the cocky grin rather well.

He began eating. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of getting his crew mates and himself drunk seemed like a good idea the more he listened to them. "Any of you want a drink?"