originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]The omelette was... damned good. The bacon gave a nice crunch, while the melted cheese gave it all some structure and solidity, the taste even further deepened by the salt, pepper, and other herbs and spices. It was nice, for sure, because apparently the big scary Russian mercenary could cook.[/i]
"Guitar? Yeah, I do... it's somewhere off in I think the cargo bay, but it's there."
English
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"Put the helmet on and relax." [i]Jason did exactly as he, himself, had said, sitting down next to Alpha on his own chair. He turned the machine on, the machinery within awakening with a hum. He slid the helmet on, grey eyes shutting as he relaxed atop the fairly comfy seat.[/i]
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Alpha followed suit, though she didn't know what to expect.