Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Jovena Barbados on Mar 20, 2015 23:37:22 GMT
Jovey stepped aside and watched as he set to work clearing the broken dish. Behind them the kitchen door opened and the real ships chef entered, a scowl on his face. "uhon, don't look now but..." she whispered to the kneeling Andronikos as he swept. Quickly she rushed toward the Chef, with her most brilliant smile. "Mr. Tompkins, pleasure to see you again, what cologne are you wearing - it smells positively delicious!" she tried to distract him. If he thought she was sneaking regulars behind the counter for any devious reason; or making a habit of breaking his resources, she'd never be allowed in the kitchen again.
Andronikos noticed the chef as he entered the kitchen, and Jove whispered something to him, but his brain didn't process that he wasn't supposed to be in there until a few moments had passed. With that realization, on an impulse, he crawled underneath the sink, though he was extremely cramped in such an environment given his size.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jun 1, 2015 18:58:20 GMT
Thankfully the man seemed to enjoy flattery and leaned back on the door frame, making himself comfortable and ready for more. "Cologne, hardly lass, thats just my natural scent. Do you know anything about pheromones? They say that it's instinctual to be attracted to..." and on and on he rambled. She grinned and nodded where it seemed most appropriately. but now they had another problem. He was blocking the exit.
Andro swore silently as he too noticed the dilemma. If only this guy could stop being a creep to Jove and get out of the way... Maybe there was a way to get him out of here... The broken dish lay in the dustpan, but once piece had found itself near where Andro hid... Quickly, he grabbed it, and prepared himself to toss the piece in the direction of the man's feet....
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jun 2, 2015 18:34:16 GMT
Something gave a dull tack sound and they both looked down. A chink of the broken dish landed right between their feet. Jove quickly stepped on it and gave a nervous chuckle as she looked up at the chef. "What was that?" He asked her. She shrugged and tried her best not to look guilty. He pushed her aside and entered the room now, suspiciously. Jovey followed after him and stammered a quick line.
"Must be what was blocking up the sink, There was an, a problem with uh, the sink it was draining slow so I asked someone to come in and uh..." She slid in front of the dustpan to block the rest of the fragments from his sight, but it didn't matter, he wasn't looking at that. He was looking at the toe of Andronikos boot at it stuck out from the cramped hiding space under the plumbing.
"What's the problem, soldier?" He asked the boot, not bothering to listen to Jovena at all.
Oh no, this was bad. "Uh... I broke a plate." His voice came slow, and broken between words, covered purposefully by the deep tonality that he made even deeper. Andro crawled out from his spot underneath the sink and stood, and looked the chef in the eye as best he could, although he stood a few heads above him, and prepared for his fate. What was worse was that he worried Jovena would also feel the repercussions of his mistakes, even though she herself had done nothing wrong. If it came to that, he would have to find a way to prove her innocence in the ordeal.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jun 2, 2015 19:11:48 GMT
Oh no... not only was he not going to roll with her fib, now he's trying to own the blame which only makes her lie more obvious that it was a lie. She hung her head low, ready to be exiled from the kitchen for good.
"You broke a plate, IN the sink? what were you doing back here in the first place? You aren't one of my FOOD SERVICE SPECIALIST soldier. You aren't even allowed back here without obtaining my permission." On those last two words he switched his gaze to Jovena - who was also not a FOOD SERVICE SPECIALIST, but had obtained by good grace permission to assist in the kitchens.
"I think I hear some paperwork in the admin office, calling my name," she tried to joke and took a few meek steps toward the exit.
"Not so fast!" The chef barked and she froze. Looks like they were going to have to sort this out before either of them were leaving the space.
"It's my fault." Andronikos replied, his tone stiff, unmoving. "I wanted to help clean the dishes because Mrs. Barbados allowed me to have seconds so I felt it was my duty to repay her. The blame should be put entirely on me." He was not eloquent, he knew that, and he had no idea if his words would help sway the decision of the chef, but he needed to try, at least. Jo looked as if she had enjoyed herself while working in the kitchen and he would hate himself if, for his blatant disregard for regulation, she would no longer be able to do as such.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jun 5, 2015 19:08:20 GMT
"MRS?" She piped up without thinking, going cross-eyed at the thought. Did she look like the married type? The chef gave her a stern look and she shut her trap so hard her teeth could be heard snapping together. Kill me now, she thought, wishing the floor would rise up and swallow her.
"Whether your intentions were well meaning or not, you don't belong back here. Ms. Barbados, you're lucky I need someone to clean this mess right now or I'd ban you from the kitchen on the spot." She nodded and reached down immediately for the dustpan. "As for you, Mr...." He looked at the uniform name tape. "Mr. Andronikos. Get out of my kitchen, and next time I see you, it had better be in the dining facility only." Thankfully that was the end of that and he turned to storm off back out the door.
Andro turned and left in a storm, grumbling and calling the chef rather insulting names under his breath, and neglected to even look back at Jo as he took a seat once again in the dining area, his back facing the kitchen. His bad mood had returned to him.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jun 5, 2015 20:10:30 GMT
Jo dumped the shattered pieces into the garbage and put away the broom and dustpan. She wiped her hands on her pants and looked over the counter. He didnt' look happy. She checked the clock on the wall then smiled.
"Hey," She called out as she transitioned between the two rooms and joined Andro at his table. "After that little confrontation, I'd say we both deserve a beer. Not gonna find one in here though, so how about we ditch this place and head out in town?"
Andronikos' eyes flicked up at Jo as she sat down at his table, a burning brown, and nodded with a quick jerk of his head. He started to get up, but hesitated before saying, "let me get my armor on-..." and mused on the words he spoke before heading off to do as he stated....
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jun 16, 2015 3:48:03 GMT
"Armor?" She said quizzically but no answer was offered, the man just up and left - and she stood there twiddling her thumbs till he returned. When he did, she gave him a cross eyed look and a grimace. "IS all that really necessary?"
Once again, no response was offered. "Where specifically are we going?" He was in no mood to explain his reasoning for the armor. He needed it, and that was that. He hoped that wherever they decided to go, they had good booze - he sure as Hell needed some after the chef ordeal.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jul 28, 2015 1:50:57 GMT
"Oh, well, there's a few pubs in the merchants district, and a few fancier ones in the theater district. Pick your poison, I'm good with any," she shrugged. As long as they served drinks and snacks then they were a win in her book. "I'm not picky."
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