unknownseas | WEEK 7

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round 2,
week 7

WEEK 7

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

Another week, another three gone in the case alone, not to mention Chloe earlier in the week. Even as you gain access to another floor, the ship by now must be starting to feel more empty than ever. It's been a long time by now, approaching two months.

Where do you think you'll be, in two months more time?

The clouds have begun to gather around the ship, this week.

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[ ooc: Welcome to week 7, 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. ]

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I sure would be! Any good soup needs that kinda stuff, but, uh... [He looks at the gathered ingredients, a bit wary] D-Don't overload it with too many stuff. I dunno what's the reasoning for it? But I bet if there's too much stuff nothing gets cooked properly. Or something.

[Especially if it'll have chicken, he figures]

O-oh...right! Of course, you are right.

[Let's. Do the carrots and peas, then. Put the other stuff away. She's just going to do that and then...try to find chicken.

Eventually she will return with what looks like chicken breasts cut up into chunks! Nice bite-sized pieces for a soup.]

Will this suffice?

Perfect! I dunno why you were so hesitant when you talked about cooking back then, you're not doing so bad!

[At least partly because he stopped her from pouring half a pantry into a soup, but who hasn't done that at least once, hah]

[Filbo you may actually be the catalyst to make Flayn's cooking edible for consumption, you are doing this ship a great service]

Oh, well...let us not think about that for now! We ought to focus on cooking, right? Right.

[So she's just going to...pour the stock into a big pot...not turn the heat on just yet, that can wait...and she starts veggie prep! She peels the carrots alright, but when she chops them up...you can tell she's trying really hard to make them about the same size. Trying being the key word. When they are tossed in, many of them vary in length. At least she can just rinse the peas off and put them in?]

And now that can simmer while we prepare the chicken...

[...

Ah. We've hit a road block. Flayn stares blankly at the knobs for the stovetop for half a minute.]

...How...do we make the stovetop work? There is not a place to stoak coals.

[Filbo has been watching, seemingly satisfied with what he has been seeing -- Flayn really is trying her hardest to make this as good as possible, even trying to make them about the same size. At least Filbo isn't a perfectionist when it's about cooking, hah. Still, then she stops and asks that question]

Oh, right, you come from old times! Right, you had trouble with the frapuccino stuff...

[Time for the modern world grumpus to teach about these newfangled things]

You don't need coal! Or firewood. This is kinda easier, you just have to turn the knob, like, uh--maybe I should do it this time, just so you can see how it's done.

[After the frapuccino incident he doesn't want Flayn to go throw fire at him by accident. He could take it without really much damage, but there'd be a lot of freaking out for both of them, goodness gracious]

Yes, please show me how this operates. I shall defer to your judgement.

[And Filbo can tell she means that 100% honestly, because what the heck is this anyway. She watches intently as Filbo makes the stovetop go on...hopefully a low heat setting, this can take its time, it's fine.]

...But if it does not need coal or firewood, how is it powered?

[Low heat setting, yup]

It's gas! Probably. Gas extracted from underground and contained in these...large metallic things that maybe are in the walls or something right now? That's my guess, it's--it's one of those modern life things. It's very flammable, so, uh...never leave these open if there's no fire or else things are gonna get really bad around here.

[If the game badends because Flayn left the stovetop on and half the ship exploded people are going to be so disappointed, hah]

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[She just. Her eyes go very wide and she nods, mouth pressed shut. Absolutely never touching one of these without someone else around to help. Accidental explosions are the last thing she wants to cause.

She's just going to...wash her hands, first, and get a bowl and then start putting the chicken pieces in it, all while sending concerned glances to the stovetop.]

...You promise it is not going to do anything bad just from making soup?

I promise. This is everyday stuff for many of us, it just...that's how it is!

[He smiles reassuringly]

Besides, it's good for you to at least know how all this works. I dunno if you wanna cook more in the future but if you do you won't be in the dark. It may look tough because you haven't ever seen stuff like this before, but it's all meant to make things easier!

...I just. Am worried, is all. I would not want to cause an accident.

[But we're gonna take a deep breath and be brave and go wash our hands again because it's time to season! that! chicken! Flayn takes down...salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder? Huh, you can powder onions. She takes those down and just. Does her best to shake in only a little of each. Only a little.

Probably too little.]

We can cook this in a pan, in oil, yes? If we are careful.

Y-Yes, but be careful. I'm..sure you're already aware oil and fire don't mix.

[Should he...say that's too little...?

...

...does seasoning go before or after it's cooked? He can't recall for sure. Maybe it's after]

But there must be some form of fat in the pan, or the chicken will burn...maybe butter would be safer?

[Hey, Filbo, at some point when your back is turned? Flayn is definitely accidentally knocking cinnamon into the chicken. Her sleeve caught on the container and she freezes up when it happens, but...oh, maybe she can just. Scoop it out and rinse it off in the sink? Yeah! Yeah that'll work!

The chicken definitely still has plenty of cinnamon in the mix, but it won't be cinnamon challenge levels.]

[Ohohoho, the good streak is done. Filbo, blissfully unaware about the cinnamon that has befallen the food, lights up more of the stovetop for a pan]

That'll be better! Tastier, probably. And as far as I know butter doesn't go up in flames if you get careless, so it really will work better!

[It was bound to happen eventually...! This. This'll be fine. Right? Yeah. It'll be fine. It's fine.

Flayn is just going to go find some butter and hope Filbo doesn't notice the change in the chicken? And hey maybe it'll taste good? When she comes back, it's with some fancy herb butter.]

I found this! It should add some good flavors, right?

What's--ah, the nice butter.

[Filbo glances at the herb butter like it's the first time he sees such a thing. What can he say, he never really went for the fancier options when it was about food. Hmmm...well, if it's expensive it probably is better? Maybe?]

...I...it should! It's worth a try! I mean, a little creativity is fine, right?

[Hoh, if he had been aware about the cinnamon he seriously wouldn't have said that, that's too much creativity even if it was accidental, haha]

Is it not better to use nice ingredients when you can?

[But uh, here's butter. Let's just uh...get this chicken going?]

It probably is!

[Filbo watches, very clearly looking forward to this. This soup will be good, he knows it!

Expectations always are way above reality, unfortunately]

Still feeling nervous about doing all this? You're about half-done.

[He asks hoping it's an encouraging question, really]

A little. Mostly I am concerned about the finished product.

[I mean, it's not Thursday night, they should be fine, but. She also doesn't want to make Filbo sick on accident anyway?]

You will be honest with me if it is not good, right? I can take the criticism just fine.

Of course! If that's what you want then I can do it.

[If honest criticism is what she wants then she'll get it, he thinks. It'll be all fine, he figures]

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[She's just internally prepping herself for...well, not for Filbo to insult her? He's not that kind of grumpus at all. But she is prepping for disappointment.

Do we want to fast forward to, like...cooking the actual chicken?]

[Sure! Fast forward, yup]

[So like

Flayn does her best here. She really does! And maybe the smell of cinnamon in the pan doesn't quite make itself super obvious. But she's very adamant about making sure the chicken gets cooked through completely before going into the soup? And it's.

Well, the good news is that it is cooked 100% all the way through.

The bad news is that it's as dry and tough as old leather boots.

But she puts it in anyway because keeping it from being raw was her top priority, and once it's in, she pops a lid on the pot and sags with relief.]

There...!

[The state of the chicken doesn't go unnoticed. Along the way Filbo had stared at the cooking chicken, wondering if maybe, just maybe he should tell her that's enough. Flayn, the chicken, it's drying up, it looks--well it's not burning but still, it, uh...

...

...maybe the chicken isn't the important part of a chicken and veggies soup.]

W-Well, the good news is that we're not getting sick with chicken, the bad news is that it, uh, it may have gone a bit overboard with the cooking? Just a bit. For future reference.

[Oh well. Too late to get that fixed, he figures it's not going to be too noticeable among the rest of the soup. Hah! As if]

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Is it not important to ensure it is fully cooked?

It is! But, uh, usually it doesn't end being so...dry-looking? [How to explain it without going into the small details...cooking is partly instinct, it's hard to explain sometimes] Cooking has a lot of trying not to overdo things. Like you don't wanna do too little but also not too much either. There's a point where meat, uh, is--is cooked but also soft and juicy?

[He probably doesn't know what that point is, really, but hey, he knows it must exist!]

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