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 Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:22 pm
Imogen walked into to hear humming. She couldn't distinguish who it was, though the presence was familiar. "...Namid is it? The one that made the sandwich?" Imogen hated when she couldn't pin point a person right away. Though she didn't looked all that worried. These new people, haven't been around them long enough to know. I will in time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:04 pm
Namid stopped her humming and turned around. "Y-yes?" She looked over and seen the woman with red hair standing in the room. "You are Imogen, correct? Did you like the sandwich?" She relaxed a little.
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I Sinistro I Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:06 am
As El Diablo Loco and Alberto were talking about old times and laughing, Alberto had mentioned the time the two of them were stuck in a Valuan prison for two days. At the mention of something Valuan, Diablo was then reminded of the Valuan soldier. He stopped laughing, then rubbed the back of his neck,
". . . So, uh. . . What are the Valuans doing here, 'Berto?"
Alberto also stopped laughing, he looked down at the bottle, Nothing you need to know about. . . Alberto thought just before he took a drink. After he swallowed, he looked into Diablo's eyes and he said, "They're just here on shoreleave. . They heard of our prostitutes, and so they're here to wind down and 'Get cozy' with the hookers. You know how they are."
"Uh-huh."
Diablo sat there for a moment. He sat back and folded his arms, then he said, trying not to sound too suspicious of his friend, "Yeah but,. . . Shoreleave UP HERE, of all places?. . Doesn't that sound a bit odd to you?"
"Just because you never come up here, doesn't mean nobody else does. Believe it or not, we do trading with various other companies inside of several continents. Yeah, we ARE important to some people. Hard to believe."
Diablo raised his eyebrow. Alberto was acting a bit too defensive now- and it wasn't just him acting senile because of the seriously cold weather. Something is not right here. . . I have to find Scott as soon as possible.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:22 pm
"Correct and I did find it to be suitable. Certainly better the gruel that we got from our last chef." Imogen guided herself to a stool and sat down. "Since you are here, are you now the cook?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:27 pm
Namid looked around. "I'm not exactly sure... I was on my way to the bridge to find out where I was suppose to go. But I found this place and got a bit distracted. I seem to be drawn to any kitchen." She mused around a bit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:40 pm
"I doubt the captain would mind. We do need one after all. Though I would not keep the captain waiting." Imogen didn't seem to care but her stomach grumbled.
"Though keeping me hungry is not a good move either."
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:44 pm
Namid jumped a little. "Um... I guess I could whip up something real quick. Anything you'd like?" She started to look around again, trying to think of something.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:54 pm
"Just keep it simple. Not in the mood to for a wait some ridiculous meal." Imogen sigh and then tapped on her cane.
"Could you check if we have ginger ale? I'm a little parched as well."
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:01 pm
"Ok." Namid opened a few cabinets. She found a bottle of ginger ale and a glass. She poured some and sat it in front of Imogen. She turned around again, clacking around. "Would some sashimi work? If there is a fresh fish, I can make that easily." She pulled out a knife and a cutting board. She resumed looking around to see if she can find any fish.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:14 pm
"Certainly smell it. Its a wonder you can't." Imogen raised the glass to her lips and then heard Namid's footsteps move away from the source of the scent.
"Cold," she announced before taking a sip.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:27 pm
Namid turned around as started the other way. "Over here?" She looked around just a little more before something caught her eye. She opened the container and found what she was looking for. "Ah! Got it!" She the turned around again, rinsed off the fish and laid in on the cutting board. With a few quick slices of the knife, she flayed the fish open and removed it's meat. A few more flicks with the knife and she took a step back to grab a plate. "I use to make this for my Yafutoman friends when they visited me. I hope you like it." She laid out the sashimi and quickly grabbed an apple and another knife, slicing it just as quick and putting it with the fish. She slid the plate over and sat a fork beside it. "Well, here you go. I hope it's good."
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:16 pm
Imogen gave the table a small pound and then hearing the ring of the silverware found her fork. It was always seem like some trial trying do these little things. However she was no longer bothered by the way she did things.
"Its better than starvation. Hope you didn't go to far in presentation." She sank her fork in the juicy piece of the fish.
After a bite she nodded and then proceed to consume the meal.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:36 pm
"Not really. I just kinda laid it on the plate... I've never been good at presentation." Namid waked over to the door. "Well, if you want something else, just ask. I better get to the bridge and find out where I'm suppose to be."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:00 pm
Just finishing his plate, Juslo stands up and puts his empty dishes into the sink. He then goes back to the engine room to wait for Jak and her orders. Maybe possibly fix a few trinkets to work better than before while he waits.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:51 am
Scott and Mandy came back from shopping, Scott; in a better mood due to his new cannons and revolvers being recently polished, as well as the lunch he and Mandy had.
Mandi walked happily in font of a deckhand that was carrying bags and boxes of clothes up to his head, her updo bounced as she walked.
"Hey, looks like the orchid is ready, she looks good" he said, climbing aboard.
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