WEEK 6

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Three more of your number gone - or four, depending on your point of view. But regardless, you're down three bodies. The boat is getting less crowded, week by week. A loneliness only exacerbated by yet another new floor, and yet another section of topdeck. There are almost too many facilities for you to use by now, aren't there? And yet the amenities keep on coming. One of them is even personalized, this time, and perhaps not in a way you're fully comfortable with.

Who knows, maybe if your number falls enough, you'll be able to just exist permanently on the different floors. Might keep you out of the trial room for more than a week.

Are you at the point where you'd settle for that yet?

And if you look to the horizon, out in the distance... there are clouds starting to gather on the horizon this week.




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[ ooc: Welcome to week 6, everyone! Remember to turn in AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]

Comments

[guffawsungraciously]

Naturally.

[he doesn't sound like he takes ire at the question, at least...]

Even if I have preferences, I would not be in the sort of position I have if I did not at least attempt to eat a balanced diet.

[leaveittomother]

Of course not. I can't imagine you being in such good shape otherwise.

[Though, nuggies?]

[guffawsungraciously]

I do feel as though I ought to have higher standards than these, admittedly, but I had to sate my curiosity.

[...he's still eating them though.]

[leaveittomother]

A little curiosity is a good thing, Sir Jasper.

[guffawsungraciously]

It does come with it risks, but without it, I imagine nothing would ever be accomplished in the long run.

[leaveittomother]

You can't expect anything to be done if you don't do anything, after all.

[guffawsungraciously]

Quite so. Though, when it comes to certain aspects, I really do wonder whether or not I should begin asking questions...

[leaveittomother]

Sometimes I wonder that myself.

[Then I forget about it.]

[guffawsungraciously]

...

I likely should, though. How do they get the chicken like this? Do you know...?

[leaveittomother]

Ah, that? I'm not sure about this restaurant's recipe but the general concept is pretty simple. Chop up some chicken breasts, dip them in flour and egg whites to get them sticky and then dredge them in breadcrumbs. You then fry them.

I assume for a fast food place they likely grind the meat or use a machine to chop it quickly.

[guffawsungraciously]

Ah, it being ground down makes sense for the texture. That was what I was most curious about, as everything else feels in line with what I am already familiar with.

[leaveittomother]

That's my likely guess for that texture, yes. It could also be that they freeze such food for transport and sometimes while unfreezing food the texture goes off slightly. It's a harmless complication most of the time.

[guffawsungraciously]

Ah, yes. I know the mages who work with food are generally fairly skilled, because it is very easy to damage food during the freezing process. I know fresh fruit is particularly easy to ruin in that way, though it can very easily be repurposed.