||Sit Down {D I N N E R}|| }{ Tag: Raven Crew

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A slim form had decided that for this first day (Technically the second day since her crew had been mostly formed), that her crew was together, she would cook them a dinner. It was a good thing that most of the food she'd grabbed for this occasion was easy to make, and had directions. Plus it was fresh food! Who couldn't love fresh veggies? She had finished only moment's before, and moved to the comm. Suddenly all over the ship her voice was heard. "Dinner's ready. Come and get it." she smiled a little as she put the food on the table, and then grabbed the plates, setting them in each place. She took her seat at the head of the table. It was a mismash of chairs, but each was sturdy and looked interesting. Her last crew had bought them, and she didn't much care to get ride of them.

Her hair was tied back, but the gun was on her hip, but not obvious. She leaned back a bit, eyeing her food, and sniffing it. It all smelled good. She hoped they liked it. Tomorrow it was going to be harder to keep fresh food. Sure they'd have it for a couple days, but not that long. She was going to send a couple crew members out for fresh food tomorrow morning, then in the afternoon they were going to fly off of this dump.

Tag: Open to everyone of the Raven Crew! A Meet and Greet! --- Word Count: Imma lazy --- Outfit: Here
Notes: And done.
Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet
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[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

Fire had finally made his shuttle to his liking. He had bought some little things on the market that morning and had neatly stacked his clothes in a cupboard. It was simple, but he thought it was very nice. Suddenly the captain's voice was heard over the comm and diner was ready, apparently. Fire took another look and nodded satisfied. He closed the door after him and went to the dining room.

"Smells nice", he said neutral coming in. He sat down somewhere in the middle and waited for the rest of the crew to arrive. He hadn't spoken to any of them, not really. Maybe tonight he would really meet them properly, even though he wasn't quite sure if he wanted that.

[Thomas B. Garret]

Sleep for Garret was disturbed. The saying no sleep for the wicked was as false as the day was long. Thomas had had a day of digging parts and scrounging. It had reminded him of his younger days with his cousins raiding the junk yards on whitefall. This time and this place had no laws on the scrounging. Thomas found many a rare scrap metals of value that he pocketed for later sale.

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The shrill squack of a distorted speaker woke him. Dinner? He had wondered what to think about eating with folk. Most people have never seen him sober or sociable. A cloak of stone coldness was what most his sober life still is. Rolling from the hard bed to stand Thomas rolled his shoulders to work out the kinks. He moved through the halls toward the dinning area like a predator on the hunt. A look of a hunter who has lost fellow feeling and to give no quarter to any who would resist. Now here he was headed to eat with ones who's life had been and still was either on the gray-side or running from the law yet Garret saw that his life was heading in that direction. The aliance was moving to the outer rim worlds replacing a law with their own toadies and any resisters were delt with.

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Stalking in, Garret sat at the farthest end of the table. He did not even look or smell the food. The past held his memmories of good food and nothing made could ever compair.

[Adelle Konstanze]

In the last few months, growing more and more frequent, Adelle had become something of a traveller. Her severance pay from Garcia's had only gone so far. It had gotten her off Athens, if nothing else. Doing odd work here and there had kept her going. Cooking, cleaning and whatever else that was easily done by extra untrained hands. Mostly cooking and serving. Waitressing. That sort of thing. In only a few planets, Adelle had seen some things. Strange, unusual and sometimes pleasant. Mostly grizzled spacers with a story to tell, or one they didn't want to talk about.

This whole 'being crew' business was a new take on life for her. Konstanze hadn't been part of a group before. Maybe a small team-- restaurant work. Nothing like this. The young Sihnon-born woman had to wonder if she was cut out for it. Well, she'd soon find that one out. Probably the hard way, too. Her current quarters were bland. Few personal items to her name and nothing very decorative for a living space. The odd trinket she held near and dear. Nothing more. Thoughts to make it seem more like a 'home' had flitted through her mind. Mostly, she'd just been unpacking clothes and storing them away.

The sound of dinner broke her from those muddled thoughts and feelings, and almost had a small heart-attack when she realised wait, isn't that my job?. But then, of course, the conversation had settled back into the forefront of her mind. Jadyn had insisted this first meal would be hers to make. A starting point to set them off, and as a welcoming feeling that would make good with the new faces aboard. Adelle had made certain she was definitely cooking the next meal.

Hair was in a loose, messy bun, falling into her face and being brushed aside constantly. Her outfit was the usual brand of strange free spirit, and miles before even entering the galley, smells whafted through the corridors. Food. The sudden realisation that she hadn't eaten for a spell dawned on her, and Adelle quickly stepped down inside.

"Sure you don't want to be the cook and I'll be the Captain?" Adelle grinned in compliment to Jadyn's culinary skills, taking a seat at the table and nodding to those currently present. She noticed some still missing, but doubted it would take long to attract their attentions.

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The captain nodded as Fire Owlson made his way into the living area. She was pleased he liked the smell, but before she could answer, in came Garrett. She gave him a rather odd look, and forced her mind behind shields. He was broadcasting pain, and LOTS of it. She didn't like that, in any way shape or form. She had enough of her own, thank you very much!

She laughed lightly when Adelle made her way in, commenting to her. "Thank's, but this is only for tonight. I can cook every once in a while, but It's only so good." she smiled with real feeling. There was something about Adelle that made people like her, or at least Jadyn. She was happy to have the woman, and she had no doubt that there would be more to her besides just being a cook, that would have her embedded in the crew before long.

"We'll wait a little bit longer, then eat. Anyone need anything to drink?" why she was being polite was beyond her, usually she was as gruff and annoying as Garrett there, but for now she'd play nice.

Tag: Open to everyone of the Raven Crew! A Meet and Greet! --- Word Count: Imma lazy --- Outfit: Here
Notes: And done.
Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet
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[Dr. Benedict Morley]

Finally finishing up wiping down the last surface in the medical bay, Dr. Morley gave a sigh of satisfaction. It had taken him most of the day, but he had been able to root out and clean out every grime stain and secret germ breeding ground in his new place of work. It was now up to his personal standards, which meant that it was far cleaner than even some hospitals.

He had been about to sit down in the small, low lying cot he had placed in the med bay (a foldaway object that was out of the way of the emergency medical supplies) when a voice over the comms announced that dinner had been served. The voice had belonged to the captain and it took Morley a moment to recall that she had insisted on making their food today, as some sort of 'getting to know you' meal.

Grabbing his cane from it's leaning position on his cot, Morley hobbled his way up the stairs to reach the dining room, or galley, or whatever it was called. It had been some time since he had last travelled the stars and all the proper names of the ship had yet to come back to him.

After finally reaching the room, the doctor took a deep breath, directing a warm smile at their temporary cook, that cause his pale green eyes to twinkle.

"Hmmm. That smells delicious, captain", he announced in his soft voice, limping his way to the nearest seat possible, which happened to be next to the other lady who had joined them in the dining room. Propping his cane up against the table, Morley plonked himself down with a relieved sigh, glad to have the weight taken off his bad leg.

[Dexter Shield]

Dexter had been sitting quietly, and thinking for a very long time. It had been a mix of simple meditation, and prayer, and a certain amount of bible reading. It was how he kept himself calm and collected, and so far it had worked. As of yet, he hadn't interacted with the crew all that much, he had been content to simply keep to himself. He needed to think, to decide how to proceed. He knew there were those on this ship who needed something from him, but exactly who and what wasn't as easy to determine. "Patience." He told himself, and shook his head, "Patience." He closed his eyes, and returned to his thoughts.

Then the captain's voice was coming through the speakers, announcing dinner, and he decided that he could hardly avoid this. Standing slowly, he placed his bible on the bed, and made his way out into the hall, then up to the common area. As he walked, he hummed to himself, the music simply drifting quietly from him. He entered the dining area, and smiled as he saw many already gathered. "Hello" He said, softly and pleasantly, "My, this does smell good." He smiled at all who were there, noting a new face or two. He nodded at them, and then took his seat at the table, somewhat separate from the rest and waited for someone to address him.

[Thomas B. Garret]

'Good to see ya Preacher. I was a might fraid that a hethen like me might put you or every one off from eatin' tonights. Looks like though the Caps food has drawn more people togather then a good o'ld fashion bible thumping ever did. . . . . Sorry if I've seemed crass the last time I saw or spoke to a preacher was at my families' last.......eerr never mind. Whitefall does not get to much ways of spiritual healing and comfort. It's all live and die by the wind and hope that who came before you will be waiting when you wake from the nightmare your livin' in nows.

Garret pushed his seat from the table and shifted a bit getting the sleep that had taken over his leg from going down the otherside. The next time he went traveling he was going to bring some thing for the blastedly hard bottomed chairs he always found.

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Occ?? Please continue with out Jadyn. This is for everyone to meet.

[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

Fire hadn't said a word since he had taken a seat. He had just observed everyone coming into the living area, like a hunter watching his prey. He knew he would have to be quiet about his life towards some of these men. The captain seemed alright, but Thomas was a danger zone. He was a lawman, not quite what Fire was. The other person Fire didn't like very much, was the Doctor. He was the man who had applied for a job after him. The moment Fire had caught the gaze in his eyes, he had created a dislike towards the man. His whole appearance said: 'I hate fights'. Even though Fire himself could bring a lot of trouble to this ship, this man wasn't without trouble either. Fire knew this man needed a lot of protection, because his eyes didn't even want to hurt a fly.

[Friedrich Hoffman]

Clearing out the ignition sequence for the engine hadn't taken the full hour allotted to it so the ship's mechanic found himself climbing around on the exterior making minor repairs to the hull in the free time. Priorities were to make sure that the ship would actually run and then to make sure that they thing wouldn't implode on itself, vent the entire crew, or something like that once up in the black. So that's why Friedrich was a bit preoccupied when the call came through for dinner, muffled but still audible.

He found his way to the top hatch and once again entered the ship. He tried to brush some of the dirt off as he walked to meet the others. He was a little dirty, probably more-so than any others but he wasn't even close to the grease covered mess that might be expected. He started to head straight for the table to sit but decided that at least for today and "first" impressions it might be better to wash up a bit first so he altered his course for the sink.

Nearly everyone seemed to be there already. The pilot was notably absent but even their doctor was there. Good to have out in the black but the man certainly didn't look the part. He contrasted all the more when in the company of Garret, Fire, and even Jadyn. Hands washed, or at least rinsed to an acceptable degree, he walked back to the table and sat beside Shepperd Shield.

[Dexter Shield]

As Dexter sat, he listened and observed. Noting the faces, having found that much could be gleaned from the way a person sat, or talked to those they didn't know. He wasn't going to draw any forgone conclusions, however, that was foolish and often caused more problems. He knew better than to rush things. He realized that the lawman was speaking to him. "It takes more than a few harsh words, to scare me off." He said, laughing slightly. "But thank you for the concern." He nodded, acknowledging the greeting, and then returned to his observing.

The fellow with the accent entered, and Shield felt his alertness grow. There had been friction between the two earlier, and he wasn't sure if it had calmed. He was pleased when the man sat by him, nodding in greeting again, before leaning back, and resting his arms on the chair, and his chin on his arms. He had no need to speak again, best to wait and see. For now, at least.

[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

Fire looked around the table and kept watching all these men and women. If he was right, there was just one person missing now, the pilot. He was getting hungry from the good smelling food and hoped she would arrive soon. He leaned on his arm and decided to observe the Doctor a little better, trying to figure out what made him tick. He wouldn't question him though, that was not how he did it. He had gotten his middle name for several reasons and one of those was his concentrated watching, his gaze drilling into people's minds.

[Adelle Konstanze]

The cook herself, whilst having yet to cook anything and affirm this apparent title she'd claimed, had mostly remained quiet-- much like the Hunter who was renting the shuttle-- but in less a scowly manner and more out of politeness and just really wanting to eat. Adelle had settled down amongst the crew, passing glances up and around whenever someone spoke. Or when someone arrived. A face was scanned, and she'd listen for names and such, but really just wanted to adjust to being around them all. Konstanze never had much of a problem with people-- her usual line of work involved serving to the general public after all-- and this was really no different. Just a smaller, same-faced crowd. Of course, a few grins had been aimed Jadyn's way; a small smile for the Captain's humble ways. Other than that, she was just enjoying the meal.

One person remained absent, and Adelle wondered if a plate should be made up for the pilot. Maybe she was busy getting bogged down in the new cockpit? Making it her own? She'd already done as much as she could to make her own space seem like home. There was a firm doubt she'd be able, or want to customise the kitchen in any way. Wasn't her ship-- plus it looked nicer than most she'd worked in.

The slight animosity between the new crewmates was pretty much sublte, loosely disliking glances and almost-insulting words. That was always going to happen. A warm smile was offered towards the Good Doctor as he took a seat beside her. She remembered his face briefly from inside the cargo hold. One of the last to show up and join the Raven. It was hard to tell if she just guessed he was the medic or had heard it through word of mouth, but she knew that his name had escaped her. Whilst small conversations cropped up, Adelle turned her head to face Morley. A hand was held across herself and offered beside her to him.

"Adelle." She'd note in greeting. Although didn't alienate the rest of the table. It was just loud enough for everyone to hear if they hadn't heard it yet. Maybe they needed some kind of introduction activity? Name and job? Some of those things were already known, of course, and obvious (mostly the Shepherd, and of course the Captain). Unless these weren't the sorts to want to get to know each other too well. She was used to tight-lipped people, and windbags telling their life story in a breath.

[Dr. Benedict Morley]

Morley had not really paid too much attention towards the others at the table. Not that he was trying to be rude, but the ache in his leg was nagging at him considerably. He was certain that his trip up the stairs was the cause of this fresh pain, but it was nothing new and he had techniques for dealing with such things.

Putting all this to the back of his mind, the doctor, finally allowed himself to glance around the table. There were a number of people here, most of whom he had seen in a group as he passed by the Raven when he first encountered it, but at least one person was missing; the young lady who, if he remembered correctly, was to be the pilot of this vessel. Why she was not with them he could only guess. He had not had much interaction with any of the crew or passengers since his enlistment as ship doctor, being busy making sure the medical bay was up to scratch.

He noticed how one person in particular, the man he had seen shooting cans in the docks, was giving him the evil eye. He stared back, raising an eyebrow and opening his mouth to address his rude staring, but it was at that point that the woman next to him announced her name and offered her hand.

Happy to change his attentions to someone more polite, Morley turned in his seat and clasped the offered hand firmly, giving her his warm smile.

"A pleasure to meet you, Adelle. I'm Dr. Morley, the ship's new physician", he replied in his soft voice. He broke the handshake to move his bad leg into a more comfortable position so he could face his companion without it nagging at him.

"You are a new recruit to the Raven too, I presume?" Morley inquired politely, interlocking his fingers across his stomach.