Breakfast! [OPEN]

[Daniel Bruce]

[December 12th 2522]

Dan woke up to the smell of something cooking in the galley. He opened one eye and saw that the bunks that his brother and sister were meant to be sleeping in were empty. Dan sat up and immediately felt what felt like a ball of stiffness in between his shoulder blades. Dan smiled and thought to himself, "And there's a danger of sleeping on the deck of a ship."

He rolled his shoulders to get rid of some of the stiffness then got up and pulled the jumper he had been using to rest his head on during the night over his head. Dan walked out of the door of the room the captain had given them and saw most of the other doors were closed. Dan smiled again and thought, "Not for much longer. Once they smell what those kids are cooking, they're not going to be able to stay away."

He wandered into the Galley to see his two younger siblings helping each other make some breakfast that seemed to be made up of a lot of pre-canned food and about two litres of assorted liquids. Dan took in a loud and long sniff then said to the two younger Bruces, "You know, I've always wondered how you two manage to cook up such nice food with not that good ingredients."

They both turned, surprised to hear their brother's voice so early, or at least what could be considered early on a ship. Dan walked over to the big pot they were both fussing about and looked in. The mixture, in lack of a better term, was a deep red with a number of chunks floating in it. Compared to some of the previous stuff that Skye had concocted, this one was one of the most edible looking.

Dan ruffled both Skye and Chris' hair and said, "You two have outdone yourselves this time. Mind if I take a bowl?"

Skye smiled at him and said, "It's not ready yet. Still needs a little time to cook." She looked at Chris then said, "Dan, we need to talk to you about what you said last night."

Dan smiled at both of his siblings and said, "After breakfast, all right? You know how I am on an empty stomach. Call me when the food's done, okay?"

Chris replied, "No worries, Dan."

Dan nodded then walked to one of the empty tables and sat down, trying to work out what the hell Skye and Chris had put in that pot.

[Sam Grady]

Morning. Or what loosely constituted as "morning" in the middle of the Black. The alarm rigged up to a console sounded off like the ship was about to crash-- the only thing capable of waking Sam up sometimes. Eyes refused to open, but the groan that left her lips was evidence enough that she was alive. The small alarm-rigged device, however, for the fiftieth time, did not survive the morning. It was grabbed in one metal hand and crushed until it broke, parts popping out and small gears and springs flying off. It was then deposited on the floor behind her. Good riddance. That said... she was now awake. The events of the night not exactly that vivid in her mind, and to top it off a strange dream was mixed in with it. One she... didn't particularly appreciate. A series of mandarin-laced curses and complaints left her as Sam slid out of the pilot's chair.

The loud scrape of the cockpit door being slid open heralded the surfacing of the resident pilot. Immediately, her senses were assaulted with smells previous blocked off. Sam tripped over the lip of the door and staggered towards her bunk door with a frown.

"Someone break in overnight and make breakfast?" Her fuzzy mind took a few moments to recall what was going on. Instead, her priorities took her to getting a little cleaned up and dressed. When she left her room, she was looking a touch more fresher. Hair was still a curled mess, but then again, it never did change.

The old military shirt hung off her wiry form, the pilot stomping her way into the galley. The leather sleeves she always wore over her forearms were always an odd choice. Sam never really cared about hiding the black, skeletal limb on the left side, and yet the leather covered all but the spidery fingers that poked out the end. Probably protection purposes. Kept things from gumming up the frame, most likely. When she looked upon the kids, there was a brief sneer of remembrance. Being woken up. Commotion. Go se that wasn't her problem. All of it was more the Captain's area, and as long as no permanent 'lack of work quality' damage was made to the Fixer girl, then Sam wasn't going to be hostile. Still, she took another breath, and got more smells that weren't the usual disappointing ones-- well, since their old cook left. Johan had been a treat to the crew. Shame he'd had to cut and run. Syeira was probably more broken up about it. Sam just missed his cookin'.

Also meant she couldn't attempt to tease her own Captain about it anymore. Sam had to wonder sometimes how she was still alive around here. Maybe it was her winning personality? Or the fact she can fly a ship out of any bad situation... Maybe both.

"I see the Cap' was good on 'er word of puttin' you to work. Don't waste time. Good woman." Sam joked, her voice a little hoarse from just waking up not too long ago.

The pilot's attitude was merely social commentary from a passive perspective. She hadn't made up her mind about a bunch of kids on the gorram ship, yet. But that remained until they found some place to chuck 'em off without getting that teary-eyed nonsense all over again. Sam wasn't entirely heartless, but she wasn't exactly soft. Wouldn't be what she was if she cared every time someone had a sob story to tell. Though, she wasn't about to do anything harsh, either. One thing she will do is enjoy this apparent good cooking they had going. As long as it wasn't poisoned.

Sam had seen that before. Hadn't killed her, but had irked the ta ma de out of her. To the point where she got a little violent and stabby.

That aside, she slumped down on one of the benches at one of the three tables they had-- Pride-Class's were big ships. Lot of room for a lot of people. Looked a little funny when they were mostly empty. Sam wasn't complaining, though. Just wished they had a little more fire-power behind them.

"So what's cookin'?"

[Daniel Bruce]

Dan watched as the woman from last night walked into the galley and asked about what Skye was making. He shrugged and said, "Hell if I know. Half the time I just let them make the food and I eat it, not wantin' to know the ingredients."

Skye gave him a look that said, "You say anything else and you get a pot of hot water over your head whilst you sleep" and said to the woman, "We're makin' tomato soup. Well, mostly tomato. It's got some spices in it and other stuff that looked like it was remotely edible when I saw it."

Dan nodded to the woman and said, "Trust me, she's cooked worse. Like that time she made some..." His eyes were suddenly drawn to the fingers on her left hand. Dan had seen something like those before, out on the streets of Persephone. Some guy, a veteran from the Unification Wars, had had one. The guy had fought in the Independence and had lost his arm to a faulty hand grenade. He had always been charitable to Dan and his two siblings until someone had told the Feds and got the man arrested.

Trying to pretend not to notice the prosthetic, Dan said to the woman, "So what do you do on this ship? I just didn't see where you went after we left for the room last night."

[Syeira Duvont]

Syeira laid in bed for half an hour before she actually pulled herself from the warm comforters and soft platform. After the fiasco during the middle of the night it was hard for the Captain to get back to sleep quickly. There was tossing and turning, not to mention a few choice words that mumbled from her lips until the tired sunk in to take over.

After finally getting up the gypsy put on some of her more casual clothing, they were in space. There was no need for her usual outfit choices. The plants were watered before Syeira opened the door to her room. There was a smell slowly making it's way through the ship, the smell of food. Which had been a rare occurrence since they had lost Johan. A slight grin crossed the woman's lips as she turned back into her room and grabbed a couple items.

There was a moment of pause as Syeira entered the galley, taking in the scene before her. The two young ones, Chris and Skye if she recalled correctly, were fussing over what seemed to be breakfast and telling the pilot what they were making. Sam was up surprisingly. Dan as well, though expected considering the other two were awake.

"Usually Sam is the resident pain in my pee-goo, otherwise she's the finest pilot around." Syeira grinned as she waltzed over to the counter, placing down a couple of herbal plants. Perfect for cooking, if the kids wanted to use some. Then she went to take a seat across from Dan, "Good morning all, by the way. I hope your accommodations were fine."

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