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It's a party for your taste buds. Or maybe torture. OTA (foreward date for tonight really)
It's entirely possible the person who had caused this little challenge wasn't going to show up - that didn't matter. Really after the fun of having a third puberty - grant it only the second he remembered - he needed a distraction. So he'd been cooking more and when challenge to make something "really hot" he'd worked at it until he had something not only incredibly spicy - probably far more than most people could eat - but also flavorful. There was actual flavor, not just heat to the pasta he'd created.
And then he'd send word that this dish was ready and he'd put it together in Ten Forward. Over the last few days, he'd mentioned it here and there and towards the evening, he popped his cooktop into a girdle-type base and set up on a table to start cooking.
Winner gets bragging rights. It's only a moderately sized plate of pasta, how bad can it be right?
It's probably just food prep safety that has Magneto and Annie wearing gloves. Couldn't be the spice levels at all. And the cooler to the side that contains ice cream? Also not a warning.
And then he'd send word that this dish was ready and he'd put it together in Ten Forward. Over the last few days, he'd mentioned it here and there and towards the evening, he popped his cooktop into a girdle-type base and set up on a table to start cooking.
Winner gets bragging rights. It's only a moderately sized plate of pasta, how bad can it be right?
It's probably just food prep safety that has Magneto and Annie wearing gloves. Couldn't be the spice levels at all. And the cooler to the side that contains ice cream? Also not a warning.
Re: am assuming party-style threading, so have an orion!
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Tempt, tempt, tempt, goes Gaila.
"And I'm Gaila. Pleased to meetcha. You're new, right?"
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She speaks fast. It's a thing.
(Even if she does pause at the end for another forkful. Yum.)
"How you finding it?"
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Depression, she knows. Survivor's guilt. She was taken seconds from death to another version of her reality in the future, and lost everything.
It's taken her a while.
"But, hey, I mean, we're pretty good at letting everyone find niches here, I think. They let me back."
She pauses, a rare thing.
"I'm from this universe. But the past, and a universe over. And hey," she glances down herself and the uniform, "still allowed to work. Just takes some time. Which, ugggh, trust me, I know sucks."
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It's a long, long assignment, after all.
"Uh, okay, so holodeck is..." Gaila can't use her hands to gesture, due to plate and fork and nice delicious pasta, so she just tilts her head this way and that instead. "Virtual reality, basically. Do you have that concept?"