Gale of the Embryon Tribe (
vorenado) wrote in
synopsychic2018-09-28 11:29 am
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[Jaunt]
This is Gale.
With the current state of Liminal Space I am unable to create the necessary food I require. I am requesting assistance from anyone comfortable enough to aid me in this matter, as this is as much a safety issue for everyone else as it is for my own well being.
With the current state of Liminal Space I am unable to create the necessary food I require. I am requesting assistance from anyone comfortable enough to aid me in this matter, as this is as much a safety issue for everyone else as it is for my own well being.

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[Because of course she will help uncle Gale.]
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I would appreciate any help, Saffron.
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[She's been there to look after the bunnies but... no such luck. She hopes they're okay.]
But I can make you food.
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But being useful makes her feel a bit better, and the praise makes her brighten up quite a lot, as much as the network in its current state can't convey that.]
Thank you. I try!
Where are you?
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I am still on campus. Are you at the University as well?
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But she'll definitely appreciate spending time with Gale. Time spent with anyone she considers part of her wider family, really, because being sucks especially much when she knows that she won't be able to be with her dad before the jaunt ends. Stupid fae.]
Yes! I'm staying with Fighty daddy and alpha daddy and sometimes soft daddy, too!
[Who needs special safe names when there's just functionality descriptors...]
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he knows better than to ask who she's referring to, but he can guess. it doesn't matter as long as she's being taken care of=-
Would you like me to take you to liminal space for a while?
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Liminal Space isn't nice right now. Can't we go somewhere else?
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He hopes at least.
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...yeah I can come help out, then. I've got a pretty solid working on Liminal skills.
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You want me to meet you somewhere after I make that magic happen? It's gonna be suss as shit just handing you a solid hundred pound package of meat.
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we can make this an action thread now, have them meet?
works for me
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"Alright, so." There's an air of anxiety to him, but he claps his hands and rubs them firmly. "Are we talking a whole carcass, or just steak a la homme?"
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"I usually create steaks when I do this myself. It won't draw any attention that way if I'm caught needing to eat outside liminal space." Considering they don't even have their rooms in liminal space at the moment, it's as much a matter of courtesy to everyone else not to be chewing on body parts in public.
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"Sounds good." He stands next to Gale, and holds out one hand, palm down. It takes a few moments - he thinks he understands the theory, it's not terribly complex as much as abstract - but he manages to make a frankly absurdly sized stack of meat. If they're going for subtle, then regular, beef-looking raw steaks in red trays, about a pound each, makes the most sense to Gil. He even makes some distinctly non-human shapes, though the meat is still otherwise correct: a shoulder roast, a thick hunk of tenderloin and a bulky packet of mince, for variety.
"I don't know how good you are at cooking, or if you need it cooked or whatever," he says, putting his hands in his pockets, "But I know a few recipes if you need any more help."
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That is an impressive pile of meat. Gil actually manages to make Gale look a bit surprised. Even Bhima lifts his head with a startled sound in the back of his throat, now sniffing the air. It smells amazing to the both of them, considering how hungry Gale actually is but isn't admitting to. Luckily he knows better than to let it get actually bad before he asked for help
He tilts his head slightly, looking at the pile than up at Gil. "I have personally never attempted to cook it before."
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Or he just made an excessive amount of meat on his own. Potato tomato.
He looks at the pile again. "I mean, it's probably gonna be a bad idea to cook it actually in the student kitchens here, because I suspect people here might actually know what cooked flesh smells like."
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