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redshiftrp2019-07-26 11:01 am
tenuefarfalla) wrote in redshiftrp2019-07-26 11:01 am
BACKDATED TO 21 JULY - two posts, one in the morning and one in the afternoon - username: cho
[VIDEO POST VERY EARLY IN THE MORNING]
[ Cho's camera feed turns on to show her holding it in "selfie mode" with her face slightly off center to show the kitchen set-up behind her, in need of some elbow grease to get it up to scratch, but still way bigger and better and all around nicer than the little areas in their quarters. ]
Guys. There's a kitchen! A really big one. I know we've probably all been making do, feeding ourselves with whatever we find and using the little kitchenette areas in the-- barracks? Are they still called barracks when it's not the military?
[ She has no idea, and that's also not the point. ]
It seems that a much more efficient use of time and resources would be to have communal meals. This kitchen is more than big enough to get all of us fed at once. I can do a lot of the cooking, but I'll still need some help. First, this place is going to have to be cleaned. I haven't found any cleaning supplies yet, but I also haven't checked every storage area. A couple of volunteers would speed that up, and probably keep the time from dragging. Work always seems more fun when you're not alone. Then, for meal prep, I could also use some help. There's a decent number of us. That's a lot of scrubbing and slicing and chopping for one person.
You don't need to be a good cook, or even have any sort of kitchen experience. If you know what end of a knife to hold, and that sugar tastes better in tea than salt, I can teach you.
[ Her enthusiasm is high, her smile is bright, and she looks incredibly hopeful that someone will respond. She's been wallowing for too long. If she's not getting out of here any time soon, then she really needs to make the best of things. Today is the first day that she honestly thought she could get on the network and not break down crying, because today is the first day she felt like she could do something to be helpful here. Food is a shot in the dark. She can make that a little easier. She can make a difference, even if it's a small one. ]
If you're interested in helping out with any of this, please let me know. If you have dietary restrictions, definitely let me know. Meals will probably be fairly simple until we get a good handle on just what we can expect from the plants and animals here, but once more resources are available, I can probably take requests.
I was thinking between seven and nine for breakfast, and six and eight for dinner. Lunch could be a longer period of things that are easy to grab and go. Or... maybe we could do some sort of packed lunch for people who'll want to pick one up during breakfast? So they won't have to come all the way back to the dining room if they're not working close by. Would anyone be interested in something like that?
[ All right, so she didn't think this the whole way through before getting on the network. She got a little carried away in her enthusiasm. She still feels good about it, though. Better than she has since arriving. ]
[[[AUDIO POST LATER IN THE DAY, BUT WITHOUT THE NEED FOR AN ADDITIONAL POST IN THE COMM]]]
[ A few hours later, and would you listen to that? Cho's back! Sounding far less hopeful and very much terrified. She's breathing heavily, and her voice shakes when she speaks. ]
I messed up. I shouldn't have--
[ Something heavy (like a large mutated creature) hits something solid (like a wall, or maybe a door) and she whimpers. ]
There is-- a thing. Out there. It's fast. Maybe there are more of them? I don't know. I just-- I ran.
[ Another muffled thump, another whimper. ]
It definitely knows I'm here. It's angry. I don't-- This places looked like there might be-- I don't know.
[ She wanted to gather some supplies for those big communal meals she was so excited about this morning. She thought there might be some sort of crops, the way everything was so overgrown. Something edible, or maybe a way to access wherever the orchard is. Why else have a building like this in the midst of an area with all these plants and trees? That's not really a thought she can hold in her head right now. ]
I'm near the top of the city. I'm--
[ There's some fumbling with the device, and then her GPS location comes on (she's in the hatchery's lab), along with a life sign that shows that she's healthy, but that her heart is going like a jackhammer. ]
I'm here. I need help. Please. I don't think I'm going to be able to outrun that thing twice. I need help. Please, I-- I need help.
[[OOC: If anyone would be interested in a log as a response to her second post, let me know. Might be a good way to get yourself some new CR with another hero-type.]]
[ Cho's camera feed turns on to show her holding it in "selfie mode" with her face slightly off center to show the kitchen set-up behind her, in need of some elbow grease to get it up to scratch, but still way bigger and better and all around nicer than the little areas in their quarters. ]
Guys. There's a kitchen! A really big one. I know we've probably all been making do, feeding ourselves with whatever we find and using the little kitchenette areas in the-- barracks? Are they still called barracks when it's not the military?
[ She has no idea, and that's also not the point. ]
It seems that a much more efficient use of time and resources would be to have communal meals. This kitchen is more than big enough to get all of us fed at once. I can do a lot of the cooking, but I'll still need some help. First, this place is going to have to be cleaned. I haven't found any cleaning supplies yet, but I also haven't checked every storage area. A couple of volunteers would speed that up, and probably keep the time from dragging. Work always seems more fun when you're not alone. Then, for meal prep, I could also use some help. There's a decent number of us. That's a lot of scrubbing and slicing and chopping for one person.
You don't need to be a good cook, or even have any sort of kitchen experience. If you know what end of a knife to hold, and that sugar tastes better in tea than salt, I can teach you.
[ Her enthusiasm is high, her smile is bright, and she looks incredibly hopeful that someone will respond. She's been wallowing for too long. If she's not getting out of here any time soon, then she really needs to make the best of things. Today is the first day that she honestly thought she could get on the network and not break down crying, because today is the first day she felt like she could do something to be helpful here. Food is a shot in the dark. She can make that a little easier. She can make a difference, even if it's a small one. ]
If you're interested in helping out with any of this, please let me know. If you have dietary restrictions, definitely let me know. Meals will probably be fairly simple until we get a good handle on just what we can expect from the plants and animals here, but once more resources are available, I can probably take requests.
I was thinking between seven and nine for breakfast, and six and eight for dinner. Lunch could be a longer period of things that are easy to grab and go. Or... maybe we could do some sort of packed lunch for people who'll want to pick one up during breakfast? So they won't have to come all the way back to the dining room if they're not working close by. Would anyone be interested in something like that?
[ All right, so she didn't think this the whole way through before getting on the network. She got a little carried away in her enthusiasm. She still feels good about it, though. Better than she has since arriving. ]
[[[AUDIO POST LATER IN THE DAY, BUT WITHOUT THE NEED FOR AN ADDITIONAL POST IN THE COMM]]]
[ A few hours later, and would you listen to that? Cho's back! Sounding far less hopeful and very much terrified. She's breathing heavily, and her voice shakes when she speaks. ]
I messed up. I shouldn't have--
[ Something heavy (like a large mutated creature) hits something solid (like a wall, or maybe a door) and she whimpers. ]
There is-- a thing. Out there. It's fast. Maybe there are more of them? I don't know. I just-- I ran.
[ Another muffled thump, another whimper. ]
It definitely knows I'm here. It's angry. I don't-- This places looked like there might be-- I don't know.
[ She wanted to gather some supplies for those big communal meals she was so excited about this morning. She thought there might be some sort of crops, the way everything was so overgrown. Something edible, or maybe a way to access wherever the orchard is. Why else have a building like this in the midst of an area with all these plants and trees? That's not really a thought she can hold in her head right now. ]
I'm near the top of the city. I'm--
[ There's some fumbling with the device, and then her GPS location comes on (she's in the hatchery's lab), along with a life sign that shows that she's healthy, but that her heart is going like a jackhammer. ]
I'm here. I need help. Please. I don't think I'm going to be able to outrun that thing twice. I need help. Please, I-- I need help.
[[OOC: If anyone would be interested in a log as a response to her second post, let me know. Might be a good way to get yourself some new CR with another hero-type.]]
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I wasn't going to make anyone eat it to figure out if it's safe. I'm going to run tests on it. Mutated doesn't necessarily mean irradiated. I can test for that. I can also break it down using artificial enzymes and a mixture of hydrochloric acid, potassium chloride, and sodium chloride in a simulated stomach. There's more than enough canned food for a proper control group.
[ She huffs a little. ]
What kind of person would make someone risk their life for a burger?
no subject
[What even is science anyway? Just see if someone dies, way faster.]
Do whatever it is you do, I'll provide the gross deer to test on.
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So, maybe this is a silly question, but... why does your wolf know how to hunt deer if you don't eat them? Is it a sport thing for you? They don't-- suffer more than they have to, do they?
no subject
I used to eat deer a lot. Not anymore.
Of course they don't suffer. What kind of monster do you think I am?
[Well now he sounds offended.]
no subject
I didn't mean to offend you.
no subject
Why would I assume that we had a lab, had someone who knew how to use it, and that somehow you'd be able to tell if meat was edible with it?
[He huffs looking away.]
I'll get you that deer and you can do your tests.
[And with that he's hanging up, fully thinking this is some entitled city girl who's never had to survive a day in her life and is probably looking down on a country boy like him. He will, however; go find a deer for her.]
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Thank you...
[ She says it to the dead air, even knowing there isn't anyone on the line any more.
Was she not clear, talking about the tests she wanted to run? She should have done a better job of explaining it, maybe talked about the medbay area. He said it seemed easier to make someone eat it. Did she misunderstand that? Maybe it's a cultural thing. Was it a joke? That seems possible. She's terrible with jokes.
In any case, having a deer is good, and he's getting one, so that's also good. ]