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Edited by Nox:
2/22/2016 11:58:14 PM
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Aleks can be seen, and heard in the mess hall of the ship after he got on using unorthodox methods which included a flying whale, and a lot of crashing. The lonely little man is cooking, throwing some spices into a pan as he slowly spins the contents around, he fiddles in his pocket with his free, left hand before pulling s match out which he then lights on fire by pulling it past his shirt, he then strikes the match through the pan, lighting the contents on fire as the oil ignites, though the fire soon stops which leaves the contents nice and crispy. "I'm still a master baker...." He says as he pulls a plate from a cabinet whilst still twirling the food around in the pan before quickly scooping the food onto said plate with a spatula, he then looks at the food which appears to be a very clean, but crispy cut of steak, some very crispy potatoes, and some very exotic looking vegetables. He then slowly takes the plate after turning the gas off, which makes the flame disappear, and takes off to a lonely little corner in which he slowly, but tastefully begins to eat.
[spoiler]opah![/spoiler]
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[b]Scarlett is leaning against a wall, watching him.[/b]
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https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/192603332/0/0/1 Dahlia struts over to the cook leaning over his meal, taking in the amazing aroma of the air around her. "I didn't know we had an Iron Chef onboard."
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"Something smells amazing" [b]A familiar voice says as someone is heard walking into the mess hall.[/b]
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[spoiler]I was really tempted to make him reply with "Someone looks amazing" but I didn't... [/spoiler] [b]He looks up from his plate, and at the source of the sound. [/b] "Heh, cooking is my specialty..."
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[spoiler]I was starting to wonder if you were capable of restraint xD[/spoiler] [b] She turns her head with a bit of surprise as she hears a familiar voice of her own addressing her statement.[/b] "Welly welly welly, never seen you around here before" [b]She says with a knowing smile.[/b]
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[spoiler]He isn't flirting yet... YET [/spoiler] "Can definitely say the same about you, lass" [b]He says like he really doesn't know her[/b]
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"Eleif Placeeb" [b]She says lifting her hat a bit[/b]
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"Aleks Gorbachev" [b]he replies, lifting his open hand as a greet[/b]
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[b]She takes a potato and begins to eat.[/b] "Tell me something" [b] She begins speaking with her mouth full.[/b] "How would a couple of stowaways attract the least amount of suspicion on a large ship of people who fight for a living" [b]She finishes munching and gulp down her bite[/b]
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"Fight for a living, I guess... Blend in with the majority" [b]He stabs a potato with his fork before sticking it into his mouth[/b]
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"Hiding with the majority seems like a no-brainer sure. But, what if said stowaway hid in plain sight, somewhere higher where people would look and say 'no way' "
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"Heh.... I'd say that I have no idea, honestly..."
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"Just some food for thought to along with out food" [b]She shrugs.[/b]
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"Food for thought, we're eating food... Eating thoughts.... Thinking thoughts about eating food and thoughts, what kind of food? I once served a cat... Chinese restaurants are weird..... Hmm..." [b]he continues to ramble to himself for a bit [/b]
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"Your mind sure does wander places"
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[b]He jolts his head up, seemingly confused as his eyes roll around for a bit[/b] "Huh..? Oh yeah, it really does..."
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"You read by any chance, as a hobby I mean"
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"Oh hell yes, I read a lot! Cook books, Japanese manga things, fantasy books, medieval books..."
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"Jolly! Here have a one" [b]She hands you a flyer.[/b] [i]Enigmatic Bard: I rent books out from my quarters, rate of 3 credits per day. If interested see Eleif.[/i]
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[b]He takes the flyer and his eyes dartle over the paper, reading it in an instant [/b] "So you got your own little business? Cool, I always wanted something like that"
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"You can cook"
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"Well yes, but I don't really have my own business thing"
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"You can start one easily by cooking things not available in the mess hall. Pastries perhaps?"
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"Ooh... Though I doubt that pastries alone could make a business"
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"You've clearly never been to a doughnut shop then, or a cafe"
