It's time for me to take some chances [Closed]

[saltwaterlungs]

CHARACTERS: Darcy and friends
DATE: Still January
LOCATION: Kitchen and Bobby B’s
SITUATION: Darcy makes some moves
WARNINGS: None yet

To burn it all to a billion ashes

[ To each of the following; Dimitri, Gwen, Erin, Okie, and Valdis, a text is sent.
Lunch?
I’m in the kitchen. ]

Stop playing dead

[ The core members of what can be loosely described as Team Captain also get texts. Skulduggery, Ava, Maximilien, and Peter.
Meeting at Bobby B’s
Bring anyone you trust.
When they arrive, Darcy’s already set up at a table, looking at her phone and smoking a weed cigarette, seemingly well enough to scrape herself back into some semblance of how she usually looks, in a suit jacket over a hoodie. ]

For one last time, I'm screaming out loud [exploration]

[ Darcy’s got one stop on their mind to prioritize for their own exploration; the crew cabins. Late one evening, upon making certain there’s nobody around and they aren’t being observed, they approach the bulkhead. ‘You could always go in’ is vague even for the Captain, but they have to wonder if they have some sort of… admin privileges equivalent for the ship. So they try to open the door as if they expect to be able to, casually as walking into their own room. ]

Comments

[thismaskismybadge]

Honestly the hotdogs have been out there long enough they should absolutely count as seafood.

[ Gwen rolls up her sleeves, quickly washes her hands, and joins Darcy at the cutting boards. That she's spent plenty of time cooking for herself is obvious in how she handles the knife.

Even if she is glancing at Darcy out of the corner of her eye almost immediately. ]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy sets up on his chopping board, the sound of the knife hitting it provides just a little cover. ]

I need your help and your discretion.

[thismaskismybadge]

[ There it is. Gwen's gaze lingers on him for a moment longer, before focusing on her chopping. ]

Alright, can do. What do you need?

[saltwaterlungs]

I got a hint from... up top. This is bad. But we're not helpless. He said 'hit everything with hammers' and there's only a few people here stronger than you. So.

[ Glances over, ] smaller pieces than that- like half the size you're cutting.

I need you to pick at anything you can find, see if you can shake out anything useful. And keep it quiet.

[thismaskismybadge]

So more like this?

[ As she chops the potatoes into smaller chunks. ]

'Quiet' and 'hitting things' is kinda a tough combination. But— okay.

[ Where do Gwen's loyalties lie, when it comes to mutiny versus the Captain? Well. Right now, they lie with one of the few people around here they really consider a friend. ]

Any suggestions? Starting points? You've been here, like... way longer.

[saltwaterlungs]

Just makes it cook quicker, absorbs more of the broth, [ Darcy agrees, ] the last time the place went to shit it started partially in the shaft of the elevator.

If we had any actually decent ingredients here it'd be better. Bouillabaisse is meant to have like. Conger eel and sea urchin in it, I hear. We had a version of it back in the city I'm from, since we have some like, inland fish farms pretty close to us, but it's one of those things where it's best in the city it comes from. Apparently. I don't even know what sea urchin tastes like.

[thismaskismybadge]

Elevator shaft. Okay. That's easy. [ may as well be a part of Gwen's natural habitat, what with the wall-climbing and all ] Any warning signs to... not keep hitting things?

[ The last thing they need is actually wrecking the place and dooming them all before an outside force even gets chance. ]

Oh, same. I mean I'm sure somewhere in NYC does sea urchin, you can't throw a stone without hitting some little place with a niche menu item, but I couldn't tell you where. [ a little shrug ] I guess even when the food comes from Literally Nowhere you can't expect speciality ingredients. Or even some non-speciality ingredients. Are our supplies based entirely on like, vibes? It feels like they're based entirely on vibes.

[saltwaterlungs]

If we all explode then it's not like it's any worse than what's coming.

To be honest this kitchen is stocked like an American sitcom. Most of what he thinks about the world is from TV so. Also he doesn't eat anything aside from sweets, so I don't know that he actually knows... nutrition. For like, people. Honestly we've been doing surprisingly well all things considered.

[thismaskismybadge]

Well, yeah, but it would kind of suck to be the one blowing us up if someone else was— I don't know, getting lucky finding our deus ex machina somewhere on the other side of the ship or something.

...okay the TV thing explains a lot, actually. Sometimes I can just imagine our lives here playing out on some campy TV show somewhere in the multiverse.