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voidtreckerexpress2021-04-21 11:37 pm
morganizedchaos) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-04-21 11:37 pm
end-of-month catchall
Who: [Ghost, mostly open post, one closed prompt
Where: Various
When: End of Kazoo - some prompts have specific dates
What: Ghost engages in food-based bribery, shitty piano plunking, and CHORES, MY GOD.
Warnings: Probably safe for now, will mention anything that comes up in headers
Kitchens/Dining car, Kazoo 26-27
CHINESE FOOD IN EXCHANGE FOR LAB CAR VOTES, reads a flimsy paper sign in the dining car, tacked above the coffee machines. (Other requests: maybe.) is scribbled in smaller text underneath. Talk to Ghost (short guy, purple) in kitchens.
Actually in the kitchens... Well, you know how most of the time, people aren't going to use enough of the spices on the train that they'll need to be restocked, just like in a normal kitchen? Yeah, the train's going to have to restock some of that stuff this time. The smell of vinegar-pepper-and-garlic based sauces has overtaken the area around one of the stoves, and there's a fryer with a growing pile of breaded chicken next to it. The next stove over has actual, more traditional sorts of Chinese food rather than the Americanized edition, though given the limitations of the "generic" ingredients of the train (distinctly Western kind of generic), there's a decent amount of substitution going on and the selection is kind of spotty.
Spoons in the sauces occasionally stir themselves as Ghost himself rolls out some kind of dough at the counter across the aisle. There will be dumplings, just like, give him a bit here.
Closed to Murphy -
Are you suspectible to Chinese-food-based bribery? Because I have the ability to produce Chinese food bribes and an investment in getting a goddamn lab space.
Yes, this is just telepathically dropped into whatever Murphy is doing at the time. Deal with it.
Melancholy hours (Kazoo 27, late night)
The piano in the upper floor of the music car is a good place to be melancholy. Thus, the fact that Ghost is currently sitting at the bench, a mug (of tea, thanks) slightly tilted where it's sitting on the sheet music stand over the keyboard.
He's not doing anything with the piano, at least for the first little while he's sitting there. He's scrolling through his phone, with a wistful expression, very definitely not making any attempt to play. It's only after quite a while of sitting that he actually starts plunking away at the keys, with a snort of 'might as well.'
And it very definitely is plunking, in the way of an adult beginner who has a decent idea in their head of what sounds good but absolutely no formal training. And an experimental inclination, judging by some of the kind of awful chords that result. Eventually the piano experiments are abandoned for just the hot chocolate and a dancepop song playing from Ghost's phone, set now in the place of honor (the sheet music stand).
Scrub, Scrub, Scrub (anywhere, any time)
Purple team is set with cleaning.
Ghost, in his own way, has decent prioritization. That prioritization focuses on "the parts of the train people can't normally reach." Ergo, there is currently a brush scrubbing very energetically on a ceiling panel, while Ghost watches below - occasionally flicking the tips of his fingers in time with the brush motion, back-forth-back-forth - with a sudsy bucket. And a CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign for the inevitable dripping.
Wildcard
Anything else leading up to platform goes here.
Where: Various
When: End of Kazoo - some prompts have specific dates
What: Ghost engages in food-based bribery, shitty piano plunking, and CHORES, MY GOD.
Warnings: Probably safe for now, will mention anything that comes up in headers
Kitchens/Dining car, Kazoo 26-27
CHINESE FOOD IN EXCHANGE FOR LAB CAR VOTES, reads a flimsy paper sign in the dining car, tacked above the coffee machines. (Other requests: maybe.) is scribbled in smaller text underneath. Talk to Ghost (short guy, purple) in kitchens.
Actually in the kitchens... Well, you know how most of the time, people aren't going to use enough of the spices on the train that they'll need to be restocked, just like in a normal kitchen? Yeah, the train's going to have to restock some of that stuff this time. The smell of vinegar-pepper-and-garlic based sauces has overtaken the area around one of the stoves, and there's a fryer with a growing pile of breaded chicken next to it. The next stove over has actual, more traditional sorts of Chinese food rather than the Americanized edition, though given the limitations of the "generic" ingredients of the train (distinctly Western kind of generic), there's a decent amount of substitution going on and the selection is kind of spotty.
Spoons in the sauces occasionally stir themselves as Ghost himself rolls out some kind of dough at the counter across the aisle. There will be dumplings, just like, give him a bit here.
Closed to Murphy -
Are you suspectible to Chinese-food-based bribery? Because I have the ability to produce Chinese food bribes and an investment in getting a goddamn lab space.
Yes, this is just telepathically dropped into whatever Murphy is doing at the time. Deal with it.
Melancholy hours (Kazoo 27, late night)
The piano in the upper floor of the music car is a good place to be melancholy. Thus, the fact that Ghost is currently sitting at the bench, a mug (of tea, thanks) slightly tilted where it's sitting on the sheet music stand over the keyboard.
He's not doing anything with the piano, at least for the first little while he's sitting there. He's scrolling through his phone, with a wistful expression, very definitely not making any attempt to play. It's only after quite a while of sitting that he actually starts plunking away at the keys, with a snort of 'might as well.'
And it very definitely is plunking, in the way of an adult beginner who has a decent idea in their head of what sounds good but absolutely no formal training. And an experimental inclination, judging by some of the kind of awful chords that result. Eventually the piano experiments are abandoned for just the hot chocolate and a dancepop song playing from Ghost's phone, set now in the place of honor (the sheet music stand).
Scrub, Scrub, Scrub (anywhere, any time)
Purple team is set with cleaning.
Ghost, in his own way, has decent prioritization. That prioritization focuses on "the parts of the train people can't normally reach." Ergo, there is currently a brush scrubbing very energetically on a ceiling panel, while Ghost watches below - occasionally flicking the tips of his fingers in time with the brush motion, back-forth-back-forth - with a sudsy bucket. And a CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign for the inevitable dripping.
Wildcard
Anything else leading up to platform goes here.
kitchens
He certainly doesn't regret the decision, once it turns out Chinese food appears to be something resembling food from his homeland. The lanky teenager hides his ears and tail as he casually steps into the room, looking perfectly human as he curiously cranes his neck to look at the self-stirring spoons and familiar dishes-in-progress, and ends his tour a couple feet away from the chef.
"Is there a reason you're going to these lengths, or is it simply an excuse to cook?" As if he isn't practically drooling for the offerings.
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The voice comes from the phone clipped in relative safety to the back of Ghost's belt, but hey, weirdness attracts weirdness. He glances up from the dumpling dough in response to another person in his general space, though.
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The weird voice does give him pause for a very short moment, but aside from giving the chef another curious once-over, Jiu doesn't pay it too much attention. The rest of this train is weird too, after all. "I don't suppose you could explain to me the importance of a lab car while you cook."
Resisting the urge...to sneak a taste of one of these unfinished dishes....
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"Well, it keeps the scientific types out of everyone else's hair, for one thing. Somebody converted a chunk of the quiet car into a makeshift one, but I know there's at least eight of us and no way to fit us all in there, nevermind actually doing any projects." He's going to continue folding dumplings as he talks, don't mind him. "Not to mention that there's no safety equipment in there."
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Also realizing he knows nothing about all this science stuff. Just gonna nod and look like he gets it... "Room aside, surely you could get your equipment through other means? There's no need to wait for an entire car."
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But not the same types of equipment.
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Has he ever visited the medical car on this train? He might've peeked in once or twice...but his mental image of a doctor's office is still something more in line with acupuncture and herbs than stethoscopes and heart monitors. Not his field of study, either way.
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Which... Might be over this guy's head, if some of the other people he's seen are any indication.
"Medical science where I come from involves a lot more large machines to help support surgery or more complex injuries," he adds, as an explanation. "There's a decent amount of them in the medical cars, though not everything you'd find at an advanced hospital."
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"Where I come from, surgeries and other similar medical procedures can be performed perfectly well with pressure points, needles, and the appropriate medicines or salves. I suppose your...non-medical science wouldn't have any use for those things, but if you fail to get that car of yours, surely you could simply try alchemy or something?"
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"Putting the rest of that aside for the moment, traditional alchemy also uses a bunch of chemicals that shouldn't be anywhere near food and shouldn't be inhaled," he says. "It's the predecessor to modern chemistry, and at least in my world, a lot of people died from working with it because they just didn't know it was bad for them when it didn't kill them immediately."
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And with that, he reaches out to grab a piece of breaded chicken like it's his reward for listening this long. Which...isn't it? It totally is.
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