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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.
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And yeah, he's wincing at that rag when he catches sight of it, every so often. "If you want to abandon that one in the bucket, there's a stack of clean ones by the door at the far end of the car," he says. "I brought extra."
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"I appreciate that." This particular rag seems to be finished until it gets a thorough wash, so Thanatos lets it sink into the water and goes to get a new rag. The butter knife is wrapped up again, and he continues this overdue work.
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"No problem," Ghost replies. The scrubbing brush drops into the bucket once Thanatos is safely out of range and swirls around to get the worst of the dirt off - no reason to touch it with his hands unless he's gotta. "I didn't plan on anyone else helping out with this part, so it's not like I did anything special by it."
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"... I'll need to see how many additional vents there are on the train. They are probably in this same condition." Which means that the two of them will have their work cut out for the rest of the month and then some.