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voidtreckerexpress2021-02-22 09:52 am
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OTA
Who: Rose Tyler (AU) and Open
Where: Various (kitchen, garden, spa, wildcard)
When: Jelly 16-30
What: Generally settling in, with free food in the kitchen prompt.
Warnings: Nope
Downstairs Kitchen, Night
Maybe it's not normal to cook in the middle of the night, but she's got a craving and Rose isn't sure if she’ll be stepping on any toes with red team on kitchen duty.
Whenever she’s uprooted, she wants comfort food, and even after three centuries that still means one thing: chips. Delicious pieces of potato deep-fried until their nutritional value is in the negatives, preferably from one of those little shops where everything is fried.
Sadly, she can’t just pop out to pick up an order--her usual MO--because she's been effectively shanghaied by this train. At least all of the necessary ingredients are in stock and she can make a respectable version herself. It takes time but eventually she produces a plate piled high with steaming hot chips.
She looks down, considering the portion. Earlier, it had seemed like a waste to go through all the trouble of cooking from scratch to make just enough for herself, but maybe she'd overcompensated? It seems unlikely that there'll be many hungry passersby to share this with at this time of night.
"That might be a problem."
Garden
Rose doesn’t like the garden carriage and not just because it’s basically an enormous window to the headache-inducing void.
She can see how others would find it peaceful and beautiful, but whenever she passes through, she can’t help the shiver that runs down her spine. Still, her unease won’t stop her from learning the layouts of each car and today was the day she’d chosen for this one.
She deliberately paces her way along the pathways, noting potential obstacles and changing textures underfoot. During one of her circuits, she pauses to stare at one of the statues. Her expression is complicated, more so than a simple stone figure should warrant.
Spa
Rose is reading, though not in the most expected of places. Wearing a purple swimsuit (not her color of choice, but if the powers-that-be want them color-coded for their convenience, she’ll play along for now) and with her blonde curls piled on top of her head, she’s lounging in the heated pool with a book from the Merry Little Voidtrain series.
It’s one of several, the rest stacked neatly outside of the potential splash zone. It looks like she raided the library for information on the void, though there are some more non-fiction in the mix as well.
It looks like she'll be here for a while.
Wildcard
It’s her first two weeks on board so she’s still learning where everything is and the general rhythms of train life. Find her cleaning up as part of her purple duties, training, and generally poking around.
Where: Various (kitchen, garden, spa, wildcard)
When: Jelly 16-30
What: Generally settling in, with free food in the kitchen prompt.
Warnings: Nope
Downstairs Kitchen, Night
Maybe it's not normal to cook in the middle of the night, but she's got a craving and Rose isn't sure if she’ll be stepping on any toes with red team on kitchen duty.
Whenever she’s uprooted, she wants comfort food, and even after three centuries that still means one thing: chips. Delicious pieces of potato deep-fried until their nutritional value is in the negatives, preferably from one of those little shops where everything is fried.
Sadly, she can’t just pop out to pick up an order--her usual MO--because she's been effectively shanghaied by this train. At least all of the necessary ingredients are in stock and she can make a respectable version herself. It takes time but eventually she produces a plate piled high with steaming hot chips.
She looks down, considering the portion. Earlier, it had seemed like a waste to go through all the trouble of cooking from scratch to make just enough for herself, but maybe she'd overcompensated? It seems unlikely that there'll be many hungry passersby to share this with at this time of night.
"That might be a problem."
Garden
Rose doesn’t like the garden carriage and not just because it’s basically an enormous window to the headache-inducing void.
She can see how others would find it peaceful and beautiful, but whenever she passes through, she can’t help the shiver that runs down her spine. Still, her unease won’t stop her from learning the layouts of each car and today was the day she’d chosen for this one.
She deliberately paces her way along the pathways, noting potential obstacles and changing textures underfoot. During one of her circuits, she pauses to stare at one of the statues. Her expression is complicated, more so than a simple stone figure should warrant.
Spa
Rose is reading, though not in the most expected of places. Wearing a purple swimsuit (not her color of choice, but if the powers-that-be want them color-coded for their convenience, she’ll play along for now) and with her blonde curls piled on top of her head, she’s lounging in the heated pool with a book from the Merry Little Voidtrain series.
It’s one of several, the rest stacked neatly outside of the potential splash zone. It looks like she raided the library for information on the void, though there are some more non-fiction in the mix as well.
It looks like she'll be here for a while.
Wildcard
It’s her first two weeks on board so she’s still learning where everything is and the general rhythms of train life. Find her cleaning up as part of her purple duties, training, and generally poking around.
Re: Kitchen.
Rose shakes that random thought out of her head and offers him a lopsided smile. “Hello.” She looks perfectly comfortable to have been found in the midst of some late night cooking.
His starting a pot of coffee at this time of night (whatever that is on this dumb, clockless train) elicits a raised eyebrow, though it’s not like she’s a stranger to not sleeping. She doesn’t feel close enough to ask why he’s up, so she just slides the platter towards him.
“Chip?” She asks, taking a one and popping it into her mouth.
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"Uh, are you sure? 'Cause I don't wanna-I mean it's really nice of you to offer but you made them for you, right?" He finally manages to ramble out. It was just by chance that he came by the kitchen at this time and if she didn't actually want to share and was just being polite then he should turn it down and find something else to eat. There's probably something he can throw together. Or he could go buy candy from the train store. That's always an option.
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"Anyway, I made more than I should eat because if you're gonna fry something, do it proper, yeah. I'll admit that they aren't exactly nutritious, but at this time of night, who cares?"
"Come on; ignore what they taught you in school." She waggles her eyebrows in the most patently ridiculous way possibly. "Take food from a stranger."
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"Um, thanks. And I mean, I'm making coffee so I'm not gonna judge the nutritional value here." He states and finishes the fry up. Is it rude to assume he can have another? "I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker."
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"Rose Tyler. Newly arrived." She moves the plate closer to him. "You're welcome. Now have some more. You could use some meat on those bones."
As soon as she says it, she looks taken aback. "Oh, I sounded like my mum just then. That's weird."
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Still though, he settles down at the table at her invitation and takes a few more fries. "It's nice to meet you Ms Tyler. And thank you, again."
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She makes a face at the honorific, wondering just how long it'll be before someone calls her "ma'am". Seriously, how can he be so polite at his age? "And you're welcome, again." She drums her fingers on the counter, squinting at him. "So... what do I have to do to get you to call me Rose?"