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(( Preppin' a dish for ole SR! ))

If Kasumi could have, she would have made the >_O face at all the yelling. She cordially accepted the food Malcolm had been nice enough to prepare, even though eating was only a habitual thing at this point. She didn't need it. The Screaming Guy, however, was yelling about needing food. Kasumi sighed, bowing her apologies to the nice boils she'd met before retreating to the kitchen. He hated veggies? Well goodness... Kasumi wasn't the best cook, but to save everyone else's eardrums, she'd certainly give it her best shot - with Professor Malcolm's help, of course.

Scooting her way down into the galley, the ghost sorted through all the food available on board - steaks, lots of vegetables, some seafood... Seafood! Now who wouldn't want fresh seafood on a cruise such as this? Kasumi picked up some clams and shrimp, snatching up a small cookbook along with her other ingredients. Gumbo? Yes, gumbo sounded like it would be wonderful! It took her a few good hours (and a lot of it was devoted to prep work or simply reading the recipe), but the gumbo had been modified to include as few veggies as possible. The steaming pot had been filled with bits of clam, oiiiiiiister (she thought that was appropriate, given the Screaming Man's favorite phrase), shrimp and chunks of fish, all swimming in a semi-spicy brown sauce. It was savory, if a bit salty, but it was still piping hot when the ghost brought a bowl of it back topside for Screaming Man to sample.

"Umm... I do hope you enjoy this, sir! You hate veggies, so this doesn't contain any. Everyone else is welcome to some gumbo too!"

The best thing about gumbo is really, you could throw anything you wanted in it. Carnivores would probably have liked it. Kasumi waited patiently to see what the Trick-oriTreater thought of it.

(( Hanging out on deck, rolling for climbing the crow's nest, profit. Preparing food for SR shall come later muahahahaa ))

It had been a fairly comfortable and uneventful trip so far, full of delicious nearly raw meat, gently swaying bunks and flirty naiads. Perhaps, West thought, that last thing wasn't so wonderful now that he thought about it some more. Stupid naiads. Still, it seemed that the open sea suited the boil and he definitely appreciated all of the rage that tended to fly about around here.

He had been inside, staring out of a porthole for what seemed like hours, when he suddenly decided to go up to the deck and find out what everyone else was doing with themselves. What was the use of being on R.A.G.E. if you spent all of your time mindlessly staring out of windows?

Things were quiet on deck. That had to change. West looked around, gaze coming to rest on that crow's nest SR seemed so fond of. It appeared the Trick or Treater might soon be distracted by that ghost ghoul and her gumbo. Now was the perfect time to initiate Operation: Climb s**t. It would be fun to cause SR a little bit of trouble.

Surprisingly, the wrath demon made it about three-quarters of the way up to the crow's nest, even with his arm the way it was. Unfortunately, that was when the poop patrol decided to rain down its furious vengeance. When SR's bird passed overhead, West began muttering curses, retreating before he could get any more covered with crap than he already was.

Once he reached the deck again, he stormed off, heading for the kitchen.

(( SHARRA WENT TO MAKE FOOD |D <3 ))

The nergal boil was currently already in the kitchen, sleeves of his white shirt rolled up as he worked diligently over a pot, from which a rather delectable smell was roiling off of...he'd just started on the spices and whatnot, working them up so that they'd be able to replace the vegetables that usually went into such a dish. He'd decided that stew seemed to be the most efficient way to accomplish the task, and it would keep him from getting bored. Reception for his Eyephone was rather bad out here, and so he couldn't text Yaya as constantly as he might have wished to.

Noting West as he made his entrance into the kitchen, the other demon seemed to be in a particularly foul mood, and so, waving him over, he made a gesture to the utensils that the brunette boil had already laid out in order to slice the variety of meats that he'd been able to scrounge from the stores. "Hey! West! Wanna help me slice some meat here? I'm making stew...mostly beef, low on the veggies..." He'd figured it would be better than just idly sitting around, at least...and perhaps now his pink-haired compatriot would be able to blow off some steam by hacking at the flesh of long-dead animals. Yeaaaah...

(( In the kitchen with Sharra kaazam! ))

Ignoring Sharra for the time it took to stomp over to the sink, West only began to speak to the other boil once he had turned on the water and stuck his head under the faucet. He scrubbed at his hair violently, and kept doing so long after it appeared to be clean.

He squinted at the nergal's setup, thoughts of taking one of the cooking knives and stabbing SR's bird at the forefront of his mind. Sigh. West doubted he'd be able to get out of this room with the thing, or that if he did it would even work when turned against another living being. Rules sucked.

"Yeah, I'can do that," he agreed, shuffling over to the table and picking out a deadly-looking blade. He had at least made the attempt to towel off his hair, but every so often it still dripped. "Dunexpectit t'be pretty." He turned the knife in his off hand, braced some meat against his cast and commenced stabbing.

(( Still cookin' ))

Sharra watched in idle fascination as the other stuck the majority of his head 'neath the running water. Arching a brow, he sighed softly, goodness, looked like the other had managed to piss off that bird that he'd seen earlier in an attempt at yet another of their chaperons little games. Thus one of the reasons why the nergal had opted out of that challenge. Slingshots were one thing...but climbing up all that way? Heh, quite another.

When West came over, the other boil smirked faintly, ah good, he'd been worried for a moment there. "I have no pity for our cooking materials...have at it...it's only going to be consumed later." After the meat was done, just a couple more minor touches...and he'd have to let the stew simmer for a while, whilst its tempting aroma kept wafting up into the demon's nostrils. Hnnngh. Their trainer certainly wasn't going to be receiving the entirety of this dish.

((Top of the Stern moving to the Kitchens))

Sepheran nodded softly, "Best take care of your instrument too, I don't think the Professor cares much for seeing his instrument damaged too..." the basilisk said remembering the look he gave another student when he had dropped his cello.

Following Myr he let himself be led to the kitchen. "Desserts?" he repeated curiously, maybe he'd have to take lessons from the other sometime. He did have a soft spot for desserts. "Noodles? That sounds like a good idea, seems easy enough to make too, let's give it a try," Sephy added before turning his head in the direction of the other two in the kitchen giving them a small greeting. He recognized the Nergal boy from when they first came aboard.

After his short greeting he moved toward Myr helping him grab whatever ingredients they needed.

(( Finishing up in the kitchens, Stew, anyone? ))

Sharra watched for a moment, before adding another dash of spice to the meal. Goodness, but West certainly was feeling cranky...he'd practically murdered their supper before offering it to the pot. Ah well, perhaps it would be a form of stress relief. "The boat's all right...I've gotten texts...apparently it's a little more exciting on some of the other vessels." He chuckled, "So at least people aren't falling overboard here yet, though that would liven things up. How are you liking our boat?"Excluding the bird raining on the other, at least. At the mention of Hadiyya, he made a wistful noise, "She's good, thanks for asking tho...at least, she was in the last text I received." Sharra gestured to his pocket, "I can only imagine what the lag is out here."

Once West was rather done with his vengeance on the beef, the nergal turned down the beef stew to a simmer. It was a hearty meal, of an even thicker consistency than one might usually expect of a stew or chowder. There was a rather copious amount of meat, rather liberally cooked into the dish, and a variety of well-meshed spices added just that zest to taste. Then, he'd put in some noodles...just that bit needed in order to make the stew stand on its own. After a few minutes, he dished out a bowl, letting it thicken. "I do hope our revered trainer likes this..." The nergal muttered.