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Post by Voila on Jun 6, 2023 5:21:39 GMT -6
Today was another cooking episode. However she already made a dish and she swore she only turned her back for a second and when she did it overcooked! She was helping plate some thing special for the big heads on the ship in a conference. She was asked to prepare this portion of the meal and it had a very particular fruit which they coincidentally were out of.
She grew a gravely concerned expression as she pondered this dilemma. Oh, what was the Majin to do?
It was a cake and it was quite dry the fruit was shredded and baked into it and even with the added fruit juices it was terribly crumbly. Surely unless you had a glass to drink it was not made to be eaten this way.
Oh… with that she had a thought.
She would take some creative freedom with this and sneak into the fridge to find a thick and luscious cream she knew was stored high on the shelves. It was a heavy and velvety dairy which would usually be used to create puddings and tarts.
But with a cup of this measured, she would break the dry cake apart and toss both into bowl. With gloved hands she would knead the newly mixed cake into more of a dense dough. It would have a rich Brownie consistency.
When she would feel that was adequate she would let it rest while she made a frosting which would not quite be the same as what she was supposed to use for this one. She would use a colorless candy which would melt under heat and add in some citrus zest along with a nutty extract to compliment how she would incorporate the cream from before to soften the candy when it solidifies. It will be very melt on the mouthfeel.
When it was ready she would grab some short skewer sticks and ball up the cake dough, poke it, and dip it in the warm melted creamy candy. With a twist and a lift she perfected a technique which made them delicately displayable.
Until there was no more cake dough but a little frosting left she added a tint of color and scooped it into a piping bag to quickly drizzle some soft yellow stripes.
Very technical and swift handed. She called her preparation finished to the head chef and carried her displaying bons to the fridge to set before they would be carried away in ten minutes.
Before they left the kitchen final taste tests were made, approved, and cleared for service. Without so much as a hitch or a word Voila was satisfied with her work and would begin her preparation for the dinner shift.
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Post by Voila on Jun 13, 2023 1:23:33 GMT -6
A burst through the store room with a yell in alert. “The birds got out!”
There was a few cages on the ship which would house a selective versions of Poultry.
Now Voila chuckled and mentioned how someone made a good prank but the Soux Chef made her realize how critical this was. Which apparently it meant it wasn’t funny to anyone else. Voila would repay her miss understanding by volunteering her aid in collecting the live stock.
So yes all in the cargo storage walked and flew various plump chirping and clucking avians of some manner. It was asked how this happened and apparently after some turbulence there was something that fell from a stack and landed on the breaker which caused the locks to open automatically. The fasteners on that stack were not up to standard and the crew mates that were responsible were going to get a lecture.
Now for the task at hand. A bunch of avians were going through the cramped cargo area with new found freedom. And the hand full of crew mates were getting to work on chasing them down.
You can imagine how that was already starting. With sneaking up on some and the fast birds would slip from their fingers. A couple of their crew seemed like they could fly and were taking the high ground for the flying avians.
Voila would take her pass on a flightless bird which seemed more scales a than feathers. But its small arms and spine plume were unique to its species. She didn’t move as it watched her. Not before a head tail snapped and stretched to wrap the legs and handle it with a firm grip. It screamed and bit her but she was practically gum in its small teeth.
The cages were unable to latch so she’d hold onto the bird for the moment. Another was caught and voila was asked to hold onto a second with a head tail.
One of their party would get the idea that they needed something else to close the cages until the breaker could be repaired and left to find something useful in that regard.
They were down a pair of hands and voila was running out of head tails as she was handed more birds to fill each one.
It was not long before all Eight would be housing a bird who were all angry, scared, and fighting her. It too a lot of concentration. One woman decided to have voila hold one more hearty bird in her arms and she looked at a list of how many were left. Thirteen in total of the sixteen ages were registered as occupied.
They counted eight in her hair, one in her hand, the other crew mate held two in their long arms.
That made one more missing.
Where was the crew mate with the supplies they needed to close the cages so they could free up some hands?
The last bird was not in immediate sight either.
Well that was until the one taking note of the roster exclaimed and pointed as it was hanging upside down and it fluttered its wings menacingly. It fluffed its plume to make itself look bigger.
It was a nocturnal creature and very territorial. But it wasn’t carnivorous… it main source of food however was a certain couple of produce types which have the hardest outer shells. And it was built to break open those shells with hearty muscles and terrible claws. A bite that could break bone.
Because of its diet it was a delicately flavored bird and very lean.
Voila had a thought and asked the two to stand back. She would get looks but the did as she asked. The woman asked if the needed to hold the big lazy bird in her arms. That would be helpful so Voila took her up on that one.
She had plenty of birds still in her head tails. Which we’re getting real tired out. Even so they’d be angry, noisy, and she needed a bit of concentration.
She had hands to her chest and cleared her throat where magic was building up. It filled her throat and tingled her tongue. Her body mastery would see a bit of use but this one was different.
Her energy glowed from behind her lips and when she opened them a glittering mass shot from her tongue and took shape.
When it smacked the bird there was a squalling cry from the critter and it wrapped around the bird like slime and it was gentle enough to not hurt the poor thing. It was sticky and rubbery like chewed gum.
The others cheered her success and she would thank them. With the new ability she wrapped the other birds in gentle rubbery bonds they would be unable to move and would calm down.
After a while the other guy would come back with some fasteners. He apologized fusing about the lengths he had to go to find them. Apparently the ship may need more in storage.
But they got the birds in the cages they were supposed to go in and the doors were fastened. A little bit later the repair crew was on the scene to repair the breaker. It was obvious however they’d have to get new parts at the next port.
*Voila learns: Merry-Go-Round Gum- Voila spits a viscous substance which is of a rubber consistency. It wraps and restrains movement equaling Voila’s PL+15%. Spell remains until end of thread, voila breaks the spell, or the captured is stronger than spell.
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Post by Voila on Jun 20, 2023 0:38:22 GMT -6
She was helping out for a mate in the training hall. A small cage which shot little soft ball shaped projectiles at an opponent given certain difficulty settings. A training exercise which aided in reflex and instinct for the more combat focused members of their crew to stay sharp and swift. Voila traded her day off for this job and all she had to do was clean the cage every interval or use as well as collect and refill the ball chamber with the ammo.
She just completed this task and she was cleaning the chamber on the hour she needed to be. While she was giving the area a quick mopping she bumped the door stop and it creeped to a loud click as it closed and the lights went bright.
She looked up and heard the machine whirl to life.
“Uh-oh…” was all she got out before she was pelted in the face with a fast one. Compressed air would shoot the balls at random intervals of fast and slow and speeds changed to give an added challenge. The previous crew member’s settings were one of the higher levels of difficulty and they were certainly stronger than she.
She was pelted with three more Balls in different directions and that was annoying but she felt her senses raise for a “big spurt” coming from even more directions.
She felt she didn’t really want to have time to wait for the system to complete its course so she would let it continue its cycle as she conjured up a plan.
She would focu— well a ball pelted her making her lose focus
She would again foc— another ball pelted her in the back.
She grumbled in genuine frustration.
She took a breath and her head tails curved to create a more… defensive posture. Mostly umbrella over her head and shoulders and she would ignore else where the balls would pap her.
Her body was a rubbery Majin body and it had plenty of give. She would develop a sheen to her skin which changed its composition as her aura coated her with a latex shiny appearance. The next spurt of ammo came in hard and fast from all directions and they bounced off in even more directions than they came from. Some would tap the walls and come back a second time as her skin bounced them off with a strong returned force. She would go ahead and keep this form while she would sanitize the floor and walls and finish the job. They hardly would bother her now.
It was another hour when the cycle finished and the door unlocked. She began cleaning the balls themselves after a while. She would recall them and refill the chamber and reset the settings in a low and easy place incase that happened again.
Voila learns: Bounce!- objects and projectiles which bump into her body with this ability active bounce off as great speeds equaling her PL + 20%
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Post by Voila on Jun 27, 2023 3:12:58 GMT -6
Between the shopping and the cooking oh she really enjoyed her work. She was so proud of all she had accomplished. And the amount of fun she was having was great.
Sometimes she looked at the radar on her nightstand and she felt guilt. She wondered how the other members of her former crew were fairing in the universe. She wondered about the one who was still in a drift. She weighed her options one day not really able to take this feeling much more. She worried for the one who went stray. She considered those she was especially close to and considered if it was them.
She would turn it on and count the signals. Some slowly would disappear and less and less were their signals to count. She understands it was likely from the pods themselves being scavenged or destroyed.
She the next day she would write a leave. Well more like a letter stating she will return upon the completion of this task. She would ask about a ship and some supplies to carry or maybe if she had to procure any of it on her own. She was unsure of the process this was about as much a learning curve for her as anything.
She will have her information and be in the process of making the effort to takeoff into space.
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Post by Voila on Jul 4, 2023 3:01:50 GMT -6
The supply manager bought a bunch of a particular vegetable because it was incredibly cheap. And now it was up to the kitchen to make a few meals with this vegetable before it goes to waste.
The fruit was one from the Makyo Star and it played hell on the staff. It was as if since they opened the box the tubers acted like parasites and many of the staff fell victim to its vicious bite.
The plant a ground burrowing thing which are whoever stepped on it. Some were as small as a plum and others were as big as a large melon. And its bite locked down on its victim until it broke bone like a bear trap.
Once you take out the thick toothy shell there is a very nutritious center that you can steam or fry up. But searing it or removing what little moisture it has naturally will cause it to be rubbery.
It would bite down on Voila’s hand but her resistance to pain allows her to think past it and she found a weak spot. She turns over the plant and the hinges are below some amount of Stem. She chops off that part and raises a knife higher to slam it gown on the precise spot for it to unhook both jaw points.
The few who were left that saw what she was doing passed the word to the others on the table. They were all amazed and relieved. By shoving a piece of board in its mouth even made its snapping hole secure so they could focus on the back end.
In the next few minutes they were hollowing out dozens of the shells and preparing them for dinner or preservation. Voila looked at the plant and really considered that the shells can be recycled for use and she was taken up on that consideration.
But she held a piece of the vegetable in her hand and really wondered if it was a vegetable at all? The thing acted and felt more like a toothy clam than a flytrap. She gained a sense of understanding and respect for the beings that dwelled in such places that this would grow in.
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Post by Voila on Jul 11, 2023 0:28:55 GMT -6
She was getting a grade today. A regular check is involved for the staff to get chosen a scheduled day to cook for the chef and sous chef. They are sometimes given a topic or ingredient to display their potential in the kitchen.
It was Voila’s first, while she was in good standing as far as work ethic, she felt this was very important to stay there.
The topic was a spongy protein block.
Voila herself was not very fond of this protein. It didn’t have the greatest flavor. Honestly even the texture was absolutely saturated and almost curdled-like. Apparently those that would choose not to eat living protein would use this.
It was made with a Bean and it was made with a process that seemed extensive which she didn’t have to worry about. She simply was handed the soggy block of cardboard tasting substance and was told to cook it. She had three days to present something worth eating and she could use as many of the blocks as she needed to keep retrying.
She first thought to give it texture but a few methods she tried left her with soggy breading. She tried to maybe infuse flavor into it but multiple marinade attempts left that bad taste of wet paper. Or the block kind of fell apart. Frying it and pan searing did some work but she didn’t think the flavor wowed her at all.
After the first day she asked for advice. Not much of the crew and they suggested different ways that could improve her already used methods. Like getting as much liquid out as possible.
She got like three different blocks after that and would test various things that might work to her benefit. She set timers and experimented with flavor infusions as well as textured methods.
This was her most formidable opponent yet. And she was on full focus the entire day, night, and most of the third day. She was the last to turn her dish in. But her result was satisfactory to her that the flavor she didn’t like in the protein was not tasted and the flavor that remained was bold and smoky.
The Tofu was extracted of a majority of its own moisture and refilled with a Smokey thin sauce as well as pan fried in a spice and herb infused oil until mildly crispy for a little texture. It rested inside a tightly packed, season and seared, layer of Rice. Inside with the Tofu was some fresh greens and a couple of pickled vegetables, for spice and crunch, thinly sliced which she had saved for herself. It was plated cut in half with a few small bowls which she felt were good dipping choices. Like a spicy sweet oil, salty Smokey sauce, and a creamy mild egg emulsion condiment.
Both the chef and the sous chefs came over to taste her test.
She stood silently as they looked at each other and tried the sauces with it. They turned their backs and deliberated amongst themselves. Voilà probably hadn’t ever felt more nervous than this except when she was floating through empty space.
Finally they turn and look at her.
She got a two out of three passing grade. It was too salty for the head chef.
The noted she took quite a few and told her not to let them go to waste as well as meet them back at breakfast prep the next morning.
She practically melted right there and rolled out the door. She only relaxed her shoulders and made it to her quarters before melting in her bed. She was pleased with herself no doubt the grin sinking into her cheeks told that much.
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Post by Voila on Jul 17, 2023 23:07:57 GMT -6
Voila after getting her grade decided to turn up her studies on different types of more finicky things.
One subject she didn’t really care fore was something called puff dough. To make light and flaky pastries. Some people didn’t have as much a decadent sweet tooth as she so they preferred the rather bland and crisp flakes of a more technical dough. she always felt that when the confectionery station worked on this particular recipes they were nice in texture but the flavor was mild. She could understand the appeal even if she didn’t wholly agree with it.
But she wanted to try it out. So she asked if she could be trained in the station when this particular week featured the fresh stock of ingredients which held more favor for this particular cooking method. Apparently there was much to prepare with this station. It was a lot more involved and she was being briefed on the recipe books realizing the amount of chemistry that had to be precisely measured. Truthfully even the lead to this station hated to make theme during normal hours but had to make them in a time span which would ensure their quality and quantity above all else.
Even if the kitchen in general was just too hot while making the lunch rush it was just going to ruin everything. Preparing these confections had to be done an hour after breakfast and be done just before they tempered the ovens for lunch. The same thing had to happen an hour after lunch to just before they temper the Ovens for Dinner.
That only gave them half the time to prepare anything else. Shifts on the confection station were different because of this reason as well.
In making this dough in particular Voila had her own in experience getting the better of her. She was asked to try small batches to get the timing, ratios, and temperatures correct. They also had to work on the actual quota so they couldn’t exactly tear away to help her every step of the way. So she tried a few handfuls of batches until it felt right.
Some pastries didn’t puff. Some broke apart, some cooked unevenly, some puffed too much, others were dusty, others were somehow oily, some began to look right but then seem to fall apart half way through the bake.
She would feel maybe she had met her match. There were a lot of elements she was trying so hard to keep up with. And in such a short time?
She wedged a pencil between a pair of head tails to scratch an itch. She had a timer set up and it was late. Most were in bed except the graveyard patrols. Voila served them some vitalizing refreshments while she worked. She would ask them to taste test a couple of her attempts. They were simple crew mates but they knew the pastry didn’t taste or feel the same as the usual bakes. Making voila go back to tweaking her timers. A million times did the timer beep. And her hands varied in technique to the dough. She set the ovens and the measurements to the exact same as the instructions so all the errors she was making were in her own hands.
She didn’t even use any abilities to even chance that it would over work the dough.
There was flour on all parts of her. And by this time she slid her hands across ready for another round of kneading the dough when something made her stop. Call it instinct by this point but she felt there was a chance if she did this for another ten seconds it would mean all the difference.
She decided to bake it then.
Carefully rolled and cut into a shape she popped it into the hot oven and when the timer went off she had golden risen flaked pastry.
She leaned against a counter with her eyes relieved one of the batches came out right. She was eating the ones that didn’t and she swore she was about out of room for any more.
That and the Tofu she was eating left over from her test previously… she was certainly feeling her uniform fight her. She could change the way she fits in her clothes but she didn’t want to make that kind of effort all the time. She needed a bit of time to burn off some of the carbs at least a little.
When the breakfast shift arrived Voila had already cleaned up her area and prepared the station to continue her practice. She shared her progress with the station lead and they were up to standards. Voila would have an expanded role in the kitchen there after.
Voila learns: Puff-Puff- The amount of technique, time, and care Voila put into making these treats gave them added complexity and powerful magic. Heals the wounded her PL+20%.
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Post by Voila on Jul 29, 2023 10:40:28 GMT -6
Voila laid a book down and it was her day off she would search her stack of books and read as well as relax. But she wasn’t in the mood today. She would lean back in a chair and consider a couple of things. But truly the thought she was having today was that she is bored.
A majin’s body like hers was a mysterious one. She hardly knew much about it other than she could shape it to her will.
She wondered of a couple of things and would consider them carefully.
She looks at her hand and would focus on that. Her energies would concentrate on a single finger. From that finger she would build her power and with a flick she had a thought and suddenly she had an extra finger on her hand.
She felt something interesting about that motion. It was instinctive but it inspired. Since she had complete control over her body physically she would be in her chambers experimenting.
She shook her fingers in a way her energies collided to smack them back together and they returned to her normal count of digits.
She would find a funny idea. If she had control over her own body what if she had… multiple bodies!
She centered herself in the middle of the room and she felt her magic. Her magic would start to circle and in two different directions she would pull her body in two different ways. She would make for herself a way to create more limbs, more eyes, more parts to herself to fill the extra halves. It didn’t take long but it took a lot of focus to complete this split.
It started with a finger tip and now it ends with one. And she was not one but two. She looked at herself and independently she was blinking and moving on her own.
Think of the pranks she could pull! She chuckled mischievously seemingly they had the same idea.
Voila learns Multi-form technique: by splitting her self up to 4 matching bodies her PL is split evenly between them. When one is destroyed they others gain that lost PL
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Post by Voila on Jul 31, 2023 23:46:04 GMT -6
When you have a ship to feed and long trips are made you follow the recipe as the head cook demands it and no one gets to complain about it even if it tastes like swill buckets. So it is pretty vital when the batches taste right or else that’s dozens of servings wasted. The head chef makes sure they can trust their extra hands to feed the others. Morning, midday, and night Voila had dedicated herself to not deviating from the routine and she was precisely measuring things with a Super computer level of accuracy. And she tastes as she prepares so it’s near impossible for the head cook to ever call her up to fix or scrap anything she prepares.
Or so she would think
“Voila!” There was a firm voice from across the kitchen. She couldn’t imagine what it could be about. Even so her serving of a curried stew would be the center of attention.
As she approached she was searched with eyes and there was a pondering silence as the words to search for made them harder to grasp.
They wanted to note how she has hit her limit. They had been testing her on various levels to grow her exposure to cooking and it’s many levels. There was one field she lacks in… aromas.
When it comes to Curry there was a definite difference between the spices and the preparation that goes into them. Sometimes it’s not so simple as measuring according to the recipe and following the approximate time it takes for them to bloom. You have to smell it. Her seasonings were undercooked. Leaving the curry bland and unbalanced.
Majin without noses were a very common thing the kind of breathed through holes in other places on their bodies. Suppose she could place her elbow over a popping skillet and try to make smells happen but she had another idea.
She could reach the conclusion that the things she was doing with her Body were odd to say the least. From distributing the equivalent mass to different part of their body, to expanding and condensing its mass altogether, and even making entirely separate entities of herself. She walked out of Dinner shift after clean up pondering heavily into what can be a new found confidence blow. Being able to cook and not be able to smell was unacceptable and she will not sit back with out trying to conquer such a handicap.
She would take a quick look at a general practice anatomy book, with the permission of the medical bay staff. She dissected the images of the face and nasal passages of various races. She knew she didn’t need a whole respiratory system but the sense to connect smells and recognition would seem to become needed.
She worked her self a check list and sat down to focus her physical being to manifest the magic necessary to create a whole new body part. Creating a whole new body was much more difficult than this but this was left to some degree of imagination and knowledge. It involved deeper changes and more complex concepts to be made realize. She had lived without a nose her whole life in no way could she conceive the notion of what it was supposed to be like. Still she would produce the parts and include the functions and when she felt an itch and an odor filled signals in her brain causing a physical response to
Hold
Her
Nose…?
A hand clapped over the new bump between her eyes as she looked for the source of the bad smell.
Located on her bedside table was a rather tilted stack of papers and a covered plate to which she lifted and noted a midnight snack she had forgotten about. What a waste! What a terrible smell!
She tossed that into a waste bin and sent the bag down a Shute. She would fan the room of the bad smell and felt really ashamed of the way she treated the food and her room. It was not hers to completely destroy and so she cleaned that night. But practiced this technique she learned by giving herself extra eyes and full on limbs.
Voila learns Advanced body mastery. Instead of just using what she has she also adds to and grows extra parts and pieces with great effort and greater focus! PL+20%
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Post by Voila on Aug 8, 2023 1:58:06 GMT -6
So today starts out with a prank! She had gotten to start a game with the rest of the staff which involves harmless jokes that are innocent and all in good fun. They can get rather elaborate and crafty from washing one’s uniforms in red dye to wrapping the sprayer with tape so turn it on as the dishwasher turns on the faucet. Others involve rigging the door to drop a dusting of flour on one’s head or hiding objects one needs and tapping the opposite shoulder from where one is standing. nothing was wasted and everything was replaced that may have been used.
Voila passed by the head chef and they noted how ill they had become. Cooking bad food made some people feel bad and while voila could understand to some degree she didn’t have as low a constitution as people who were… not made for such things except by evolutionary reasons.
She would pass on the word to the Soux chef but not before conjuring a fun idea.
She focused real hard before entering the kitchen and thought about shaping her body to look like the head chef. Now if Voila was pink it was going to be very obvious this wasn’t the head chef. So she thought further and added a bit of magic to her body and changed the pigments! She thought about her eyes and changed them to smaller shapes and different colors! Instead of head tails she grew fine strands of what could look like hair!
Now she was no artist but she felt this was passing. And she would walk in and everyone looked different in her direction. Some stiffened and others stood at attention.
This took some focus to hold as the Soux chefs would approach with the latest docket of things to do and would ask her for their approval as well as some news which was to be shared.
She didn’t answer them but her body shook a little as she tried to hold on some laughter. Her face contorted and she released the magic in a puff she was back to her self and the fear and shock on everyone’s faces!
“I’m sorry!” She would chuckle. “Chef asked me to tell you both he won’t be able to make it, he is ill feeling.”
The rest of the kitchen would chortle at what happened. Really her disguise was not a perfect imitation and it was fun that they were fooled by it anyway.
However she was told to not abuse that one or else it could lead to some confusion and consequences. She understood that without originally considering the effects that kind of power might have had. She will use it carefully.
Body mastery mimicry! Voila can change her body to look like any one person she has met! Her PL stays the same and Her aura color stays the same.
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Post by Voila on Aug 14, 2023 23:55:14 GMT -6
Her process request got approved and she would be given permission to handle a small slipper of a ship that would be docked with basic supplies.
She was going to get a drifting Majin and bring them to safety.
Her course was charted and she would have everything tailored for her needs.
She was very confident in her skills as a space traveler but her pilot skills lead much to be desired so she had a few test drives with a crew mate to get her familiar with the craft and controls. When they felt she was ready she would be prepared for departure.
Food, safety, fuel, reserves, emergency protocols, communications, systematic checks, air locks, emergency locks, lights… etc. the whole diagnostic came through clear and she was very ready.
She was given the ok to fire the engines and hook up the original scouter for the old Pod that would know of the signal that the like pods emitted.
The ship whirled to life and breathed It’s exhaust. She would be talked through the motions while it was warming up as the track would push her to exit docking.
Clams released from the track when she would have the engines warm enough to start pushing her momentum forward. Legs lifted into her haul and no longer would she need the ground when she was eased into open space. At the safe distance she fired the engines power and took off in the direction she must take.
((Voila begins to embark on a journey to help a kindred Majin. Tune in to see what adventures await her!))
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Post by Voila on Aug 22, 2023 4:58:23 GMT -6
Space travel was a quiet endeavor. She was left with no other noises but the engine and the occasional pang of space debris. When most of the trip also held deep empty space as if she could be swallowed by the night sky.
Frankly she found herself sleeping for a great deal. She found herself setting timers on when to eat or else she’d eat her entire ship of its supplies out of boredom. Also the single pilot ship didn’t really have a kitchen. She was missing the taste of Whole Foods rather than the dry nutrition packs she was stocked with.
She would take the advice of the more Navigational savvy crew mates she poke to. They knew just how far away this other escape pod had traveled. With that they determined the supplies she’d need as well as what skipper to take.
In this time she thought about the faces of her crew mates she did not know which one this would be but she still had many opportunities to make friends and become close with them. After their escape from their makers and their home planet there was so much in the differences between ages, jobs, and they were all growing their personalities together. Discovering wants and likes as well as preferences and boundaries. It was hard on most of them when they realized the ship was a lost cause and chose to jettison ourselves into escape pods.
She saw the beeping on the tracker and it’s far edge noted she was not very close but she was coming as fast as she could possibly go. She wanted her friend to hold on a little more.
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Post by Voila on Aug 28, 2023 23:24:30 GMT -6
When you are alone in a small compact ship you had a lot of self reflection.
Well voila didn’t really have much self reflection. Instead she popped open a box and the cabin filled with smells of which she had to use her abilities to make a nose appear on her face. Within this box was a collection of small vials which had labels on them with a twist the tops would open and a sample of spices and sauces of different aromas would become apparent to her.
She would realize that smelling some things would be quite different than taste but as the scents offered a bit of comfort to the dried rations she has to deal sustain herself with.
given her new found sense of smell she was opened to a heightened awareness about the flavor profiles per dish which would sometimes be more than a calculated measure. She could follow a recipe to the letter but knowing how to give respect to what she was creating had a level of depth and complexity which she was still understanding.
So she found herself testing her senses until she could no longer differentiate between the seeds and the bark or the fermentation from the acids and played in her mind different things to make which to heighten her cooking experience.
Taking a simple pasta and sauce can have a better bite of herbs or robust note with a dark ferment. Cooking out a certain amount of intoxication will leave the aged flavors to shine until you can note the kind of wood the fermentation was housed in.
That thought alone baffled her imagination and the possibilities opened up greatly.
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Post by Voila on Sept 6, 2023 15:51:34 GMT -6
She would come into a clearing in her travel in space. As usual her mind wondered to food. The minutes dragged while on but she was definitely still parsecs away from the ever traveling escape pod. She would find herself thinking about this drifter and who amongst the faces she knew it could be and how it would feel if it were any of them.
She wanted to take them back to her crew ship and make them the biggest warmest meal.
It made her smile to imagine. Someone can see how much she has accomplished. She wondered suddenly how much or how far others like her had gotten.
In her mind she began to consider the preparations for what could have been thousands of meals for the many she knew on the ship some didn’t like greens too much. Others preferred sweeter options. That was tricky because they’d need to eat healthy for recovery. But it wasn’t impossible.
She would start every time with almost a soup for them to drink or a nutrient rich mug of warm cider or a creamy cocoa.
Depending on how her kin would feel after there would be a heartier plate featuring easy to digest foods. She liked how poultry was versatile and how it was easy to deal with. Some roots and starches would sit good. A bit of acid with a tangy salad would be a nice refreshing break from the richness of both other portions.
If they were full there after something fruity and sweet would top everything off easy.
Nothing would come to this kin cold.
Her eyes opened and she exhaled a sigh. She hoped she wasn’t too late and hoped things will be okay.
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Voila
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Post by Voila on Sept 12, 2023 1:29:16 GMT -6
Voila would check her tracker. She sighed heavily to calculate just how much longer she had to travel. How much farther would it be?
She would note her projected course was heading into some obstacles. She really felt she couldn’t afford to go around them so she had to steel herself and take the controls with and extra careful hand to pilot with all the rudimentary experience she has.
This will be a test in patience.
Her mind was a quick thinking calculator and her focus was ignited.
Her eyes opened wide as she shaped herself to allow them better view and access to all angles of their rotation.
Frankly the weeks she was spending out in deep space and monitoring her food intake of the dried rations she was eating caused her to lose an exponential amount of size. She will be a sliver of her usual self by the time she got to this wayward escape pod but her kin will have more room to chill in the right space of this ship.
Through this immensely scattered debri cloud she would not be certain what it all was. But she saw parts of ships and saw bits of rock. All of it was being carried with each other and there was a lot of it. She would slow to let some pass and she would speed to get ahead of others. The dust that tried to blind her was not too thick she couldn’t see beyond it.
She kept watch and kept focus. She wouldn’t do anything too crazy with her piloting skills but would have to test the ship’s maneuverability still.
She did not escape unscathed some dents were made but nothing was compromised and her progress would continue unabated.
She took a bit even after the cloud was long behind her to relax. She took the moment to turn around and look and there was a shape to this that struck her familiar.
She inhaled something at the realization. It was a ship like the one they abandoned. She could not be clear if it was the actual vessel or not but she felt something in her chest which made her heart beat heavy.
Was it fear?
She placed a smooth pink hand over her chest to calm her insides. What did she have to be afraid of? She had nothing but good memories on that vessel.
There was memories of when she woke that stirred her up. She closed her wide eyes. Her eye lids hugged her bulbous orbs of black and peach. There was a lot of mystery in those early moments. She regrets not asking the older Majin more about the world they were made on. It was supposed to feel like the first home to some. But she felt that ship was her first home. So seeing one like it in shambles… it made her “homesick”.
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