The Black Dirge [Sci-fi]

[accalia]

Zee shrugs.

"You asked me what i needed. Tell you what, start with the bio cells and the combat medkits. that will keep us going for a while. that should give you time to work on the medical supply ship and the medic to run it"

Zee then smiles

"And if you do come through with the ship i'll gladly worship you as a savior."

[yamikuronue]

And so life settles into a routine. Sigfried soon vanishes to his room; Shinigami puts on a pot of canned soup in the mess hall, and Keith and his crew depart. Time to get to know each other.... once Kimiko wakes up.

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

Eventually the newest team member awakens! She takes a while to figure out that she is in her new room... and her clothes were changed. How embarrassing! She curls up under her blanket and snuggles Yukki. She doesn't know what to do now. She stays curled up for a while... a long while. But then she gets hungry. Begrudgingly, she gets out of bed, looking like all the life has been drained from her. She shivers, putting her stuffed bear in her pocket once more. She was much more comfortable with Yukki protecting her. A faint smile crosses her lips, then fades as she leaves the room, heading for the mess hall.

[accalia]

Zee, having not apparently slept the night before is sitting crosslegged in the middle of the common room, she is wearing a short sleeved ships suit today, making it undeniably clear that both her arms are completely artificial. On the floor in front of her is what appears to be a technical manual.

"Good day. I trust you slept well?" Zee asks without looking up as Kimiko enters the room on her way to the mess hall.

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

"Wah!" Kimiko is startled, not having expected to see anyone. Especially not her. "H-Hi.. yes... slept..." she for some reason isn't completing her sentence properly. Then again she hasn't done that often anyways. She half bows in Zee's direction nervously, and continues on her way to the mess hall, hoping to avoid more socializing before she has some food in her.

[accalia]

Skittish thing, isn't she? well I'll let her have her morning at least.

"Good, Good. See me after you've breakfasted and performed your morning ablutions will you?"

There, that should do for now... And things will be even better when Shinigami gets those darned replacement biocells... I'm running dangerously low on those.

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

The famished girl nodded as she left the room, hurrying for the mess hall. She only briefly saw it when she had arrived, so was unsure of how things worked here. Did they have a cook? Was it all packaged stuff? Did she have to do anything special? Well, time to find out! With some effort, she pushed open the door to the mess hall, having to put her weight behind it since it was heavier than she was expecting.

[yamikuronue]

The room is fairly small; three small tables, each with four chairs, are scattered about the left side of the room, while on the right, a stove/oven/broiler combination, refrigerator, microwave, and cabinets are affixed. There is an island for extra counter space between the stove and the tables; there, Shinigami leans against the counter, her tablet in hand. Scrambled eggs, bland and fluffy due to the addition of milk, are about to burn in a pan on the stove, but she seems engrossed in her reading and doesn't appear to notice.

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

Having entered the room and taken in the things, she notices the smoke starting to form, "U-Um..." Kimiko timidly speaks up, "E... eggs!" She squeaks out, pointing to them, trying to get Shinigami's attention!

[yamikuronue]

Shinigami looks up, hissing a colorful stream of language under her breath: "shit damn piss fuck bitch." Then she's pulling the pan off the heat, prodding at it with a spatula -- some of the eggs have stuck to the bottom of the pan, making a nice layer that's burning. Great. She scowls at it, dumping the whole mess into a bowl and moving it to the island.

"...Whatever. Eggs are done."

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

Wow, quite the language on that one. Kimiko slowly approached, looking to the eggs, then back to Shinigami, "B-But didn't you make them for yourself...?"

[yamikuronue]

She shrugs. "I try to make sure there's food thrice a day. Otherwise half the team wouldn't eat. Grab a plate, enjoy."

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

She slowly nods, "Then... um... where are the plates...?" She looks hesitant, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that she also looks starved.

[yamikuronue]

Shinigami turns toward one of the cabinets, grabbing two plates; she hands one to Kimiko, then goes to a drawer in the island for forks.

[Hitoshirenu Shourai]

Kimiko makes sure to keep the plate on the counter. That's a pretty big plate... plates are heavy... it'll be a task taking it to a table. So anxiously awaits the gift of silverware, eyeing the eggs hungrily.