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[ The video feed begins with Yuri, the familiar backdrop of the kitchen behind him. He seems to be talking to someone offscreen, but his voice is too muffled to discern, then he frowns in thought as his attention turns back to the broadcast — and the first clearly audible sound is a resonant thump, jarring and loud after near silence.
This time, the view swings around to reveal a tall, well-muscled blond man having what seems to be an epic battle against some tough bread dough. ]
To think there're recipes that require that strength of yours... It'd be all day, if it was me.
[ If even then. Anyone who knows something about Dimitri's strength would know that's an understatement...if a few fist-sized dents in the metal countertop from his kneading efforts aren't evidence enough. ]
Indeed, it's more challenging than I'd have expected.
[ Yet Dimitri seems to be enjoying himself, the faintest of smiles on his lips as he works. ]
It's got the both of us wondering... You all have any favorites from back home? Universe being as fast as it is, it stands to reason there's a great many dishes one or another of us haven't heard of.
[ Dimitri pauses in his work, shooting a look Yuri's way. ]
Don't forget to mention there will be extra bread.
Right, right... Give us a bit, we'll have some fresh bread here. Recipe's from some realm I'd butcher the name of.
[ ooc: Replies will come from Yuri or Dimitri, your resident medieval men. ]
This time, the view swings around to reveal a tall, well-muscled blond man having what seems to be an epic battle against some tough bread dough. ]
To think there're recipes that require that strength of yours... It'd be all day, if it was me.
[ If even then. Anyone who knows something about Dimitri's strength would know that's an understatement...if a few fist-sized dents in the metal countertop from his kneading efforts aren't evidence enough. ]
Indeed, it's more challenging than I'd have expected.
[ Yet Dimitri seems to be enjoying himself, the faintest of smiles on his lips as he works. ]
It's got the both of us wondering... You all have any favorites from back home? Universe being as fast as it is, it stands to reason there's a great many dishes one or another of us haven't heard of.
[ Dimitri pauses in his work, shooting a look Yuri's way. ]
Don't forget to mention there will be extra bread.
Right, right... Give us a bit, we'll have some fresh bread here. Recipe's from some realm I'd butcher the name of.
[ ooc: Replies will come from Yuri or Dimitri, your resident medieval men. ]
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[ A shame, that. Yuri prefers the wood-burning versions back home, but with the lack of windows, there isn't much for it. ]
Can I fetch anything for you? Least I can do.
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I would be more concerned about suffocating, than alarming anyone. [but...] it is possible to find a place with fresh air and a proper wood-stove in the simulation room.
[The last thing he lines up, is a short row of fresh herrings.]
How good are you at deboning fish?
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I think I can scare something up. [ For his own purposes, he's scoured this kitchen more than once, after all. Already, he heads toward the cupboard he'd last seen what he assumed to be honey stored in. ] And I've got experience with fish...and knives, for that matter. Big annual fishing contest where I live.
[ Or rather, above where he lives. ]
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[As he slides a cutting board toward the place Yuri last stood, before starting to dice the nearest vegetable in to thin slices.]
If you could cut those in to fillets, that would be very helpful.
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[ As he speaks, Yuri sifts through the contents of the cabinet until he locates the jar he had in mind, pulling it out for closer inspection. ]
So they have a contest, gets the numbers back down... And the fish are ample enough that quite a lot of the results make it down to my people, so as not to have it go to waste. I fancy most of us know how to prepare fish as a result.
[ He returns with his findings: a proper jar of honey. Then he pivots to the sink. ]
Let me just wash my hands and I'll get to that fish.
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Your home is called the Abyss? That certainly is a very interesting name. We didn't have much growing up, but fishing in lakes and the ocean was free. Even for people like me.
[Chop, chop, chop, the blade falls like a metronome] And I do like to know that the food I make will keep. You never know when we might fall on hard times in here.
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[ Though Yuri would just as soon point out the place is far kinder than the surface is, at times. What the world topside can't provide, sometimes Abyss can: a haven for those whom society has let slip through the cracks.
Yuri makes brisk work of washing his hands, careful to dry his hands with a clean hand towel. With that done, he moves on to the fish and sets to work, setting about preparing it with practiced ease. ]
People like you, though? You seem like an amiable fellow, from what I've seen. Bonus points for resourcefulness.
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But thank you. Starvation is a powerful motivator for learning new skills, and here, you will need that. We have had-- mishaps here before. Missions without food. Without much water. The packs in the storage room are important to remember, they will have necessities and can help save lives.
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Where I come from, I fancy that'd pass for dark magic. Just another variety some have more aptitude in than others.
[ Yuri can recall missions in which there was hardship such as his associate describes. However, he's kept to himself a little too well, and he fancies those around him could easily take him for a new face.
He's so much more involved, back in Abyss, out of necessity. ]
After that little incident with the station turning against us, I've begun stocking emergency supplies. Water, especially. A man can go much longer without food than water, though I've been gathering non-perishables. Imagine if such a thing happened again, and for longer...
[ A pause, as he examines his work, before he thinks to add— ]
Supplies for everyone, of course.
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[Conversationally, as if the idea of the station malfunctioning - the air supply disconnecting and the horror that might come after that, with most of them struggling to breathe and the rest having to look on - he shrugs.]
Of course, who would want to hoard food and water solely for one person. [He might have, had it not been utterly in vain.] It is not as if any one person could possibly fulfill the deal we made.
[After dicing the vegetables, and a short glace at the very well-cut fish, he pulls out a pot, pouring in vinegar and water.] You know of magic. Is dark magic something unwanted, where you are from?
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[ It's true enough no one person is capable of hunting down every orb, though really, it's less practical than that for Yuri. He prides himself on practicality, and yet...
His sense of responsibility to and for others is simply as robust as most others from his deeply chivalric homeland. Not something he'd out himself regarding, even as he's fully aware of it. ]
Indeed, I'm a decent hand with healing and wind, myself. I'd say dark magic may be less common as talents go, yet they still taught it at the academy I attended. It's ah...mostly children of nobles and the like, future leaders and all that.
[ He shrugs the notion off, setting the knife aside for now and nudging the cutting board (or more to the point, the fish) within easier reach of his companion. ]
Education's woefully limited back home.
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[Olivia and the fight that followed, the discussion of whether or not she deserved mercy. The orbers pushing aside personal struggles and disagreements to help and ensure that they wouldn't find themselves floating in space one final morning.]
You have gifted children born from nobles. And they are not hidden away or shipped off into obscurity. [well, well] My own country lacks education, for people like me and for those who are born without powers. There is no reason to teach children how to read or write, when most of them will die with a rifle in their hands before turning twenty.
[But not the Grisha he found.
The water boils and the sharp smell of vinegar spreads through the kitchen as he adds spices and honey, the golden liquid dripping down slowly.]
Are you born in to nobility, then? I know very few who would clean their own fish, or even know how to catch them. But you seem capable.