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[circumspector]

Hey.

Uh. Wow, this username is... really bad.

Anyway. I'm Angel, and I need some help. My roommate and I sort of... ran into some problems? Something's gone wrong with our dishwasher and I think our washing machine. Oh, and the oven.

Unless it's meant to smell like something is burning? I'm not sure which one that is though. I've never had to cook before, so you might need to break it down from the beginning about how to use it. As well as the washing clothes bit too, just in case we put the dishes in the wrong place.

If you could come take a look or troubleshoot over the line, that's fine as well, I'd really appreciate it and I'll owe you a huge favor. I'll make good on it the second you need any kind of help, promise.

Thanks again!

[ Save them, save them from themselves. ]

Comments

[dipolar]

Yes. Smoke will happen when you burn things. Keep your capsule door open and air it out.

If the oven is still on, to turn it off just press off. To turn it on, you have to choose an option. Bake, broil, etc. It's better if someone physically is there to show you how to do that step/cook a meal. Do you have anymore technical questions about the oven?

[circumspector]

Well, I know that.

That's... really basic. Meals really have to be prepared piece by piece? Isn't there a better system for this?

[ #techsnob ]

[dipolar]

Not that I know of. It wouldn't be something I'd be interested in. Preparing meals piece by piece yourself lets you know where everything comes from and how it's been handled.

(for him... it may very well be the only thing he enjoys doing. it's a satisfying experience, both during and after.)

[circumspector]

[ It's definitely not a sentiment she ever heard expressed except by the upper echelons of Hyperion, the want to know where the food came from. How many orphans died trying to bring them what was on their plate.

Then again, everyone on Pandora knew where their food came from.

A skag, probably. Who was grassed fed on the remains of their friends. ]

Guess you're used to eating nice food then.

[dipolar]

No.

(his last "nice" meal was paid for by a man trying to kill him. it was delicious, but he had something to prove and it was far from enjoyable -- stabbing him in the hand was better than the main course.

before that, his last nice meal was cooked by his own hand a couple of years ago. and before that, the only food there ever was came in rations.)

I was used to making my own nice food, when I could. I cooked a lot.

[circumspector]

Did you have your own place? Did you have friends that came over and had meals with you?

[ She's building a picture here. ]

[dipolar]

(something in his chest aches. he tries to assure himself that it's understandable, that he's only just lost everything again and that comes with pain. but instead of acclimating, numbing, it only grows until it's difficult to breathe.)

None of your bisiness.

[dipolar]

(catches the typo and the word looks foreign like that, but can't reply again to hastily patch it.

it's only a text message. it's only a text message.)

[circumspector]

[ And she thinks nothing of it, why would she? It's not like bandits can spell, or Hyperion personnel, for that matter.

Funny though, he typed pretty well otherwise. Oh well. ]

Oh - sorry. Wasn't prying, I promise. I've just been stuck near backwater planets where most people eat each other for so long, it's nice to hear about people eating things that aren't babies for once.

[dipolar]

(swallow it back, get a grip. mourn later, address what's happening now.

it's difficult to and it takes him over fifteen minutes, but reading the simple continuation angel sends to him is enough to help his calm along.)

Humans aren't be nutritious enough to sustain a person.

(this is the actual problem.)

[circumspector]

[ Somewhere, and maybe that's a sign of her own problems, she just starts giggling. ]

I'd say they aren't doing it because they have better food.

But they're way too insane for that.

[dipolar]

A rural planet of insane cannibals. You must've signed up for COST willingly.

[circumspector]

[ It isn't the truth of it. It isn't even half of it - because the truth is worse, is better than that. The truth is she will take the cannibals. She will take the slaughter, the violence, the screaming. She will take it all, she will give it back because of even five seconds in the sun, in the wet streets of Paris, even if she lost it all from nothing more than a stray shot she accidentally took to the head.

Would be worth it. ]

It's not their fault.


But... yeah, something like that.

[dipolar]

I know nothing about it. I can't say much.

Do you require any further assistance with your cooking ventures?

[circumspector]

Yeah, just one more.

What's your favorite food? I'm trying new things now that I am here.

[dipolar]

You won't find it here. If I see it on a mission, I'll inform you.

Be sure to try everything and savour what you can for as long as you can.

[circumspector]

Promise?

And I will. I've waited too long for a chance like this.

[dipolar]

I don't owe you anything like that. I said I'd do it, that's enough.

(dick alert)

[circumspector]

If you like.

[ If there is anything Pandora has given her, that Jack has given her, was the ability to be cheerful no matter whatever else is happening. ]