Who: Mira & Remi When: Tuesday between lunch and dinner Where: Kitchen What: Killing time Rating: Low probably Status: Closed/ Incomplete
Mira was in the dark kitchen working on prep for dinner. That included going over the menu of ‘special orders’ for those agents on special diets, and making sure that the ready to eat food was getting stocked. “Can someone remind Steve we need to pull out more chicken to thaw at night? We’ve had an influx of new people and we keep running out by dinner.” She called to the back where someone called an affirmative. She move through the dark room with ease, there were a few candles strategically spaced around the room for the rest of the staff to have a little light, but the flames were small and most of the staff had learned how to cook by feel and chop on instinct, just as Mira had. She was always very kind when training new staff, and there was a back area that had light, which was unseen from the main kitchen, that’s where a lot of the staff hung out between shifts, and a few who just weren’t comfortable chopping in the dark worked. There was also a small area in front of the kitchen that had a window where during meals some of the staff worked taking orders and handing out special orders.
She had just gotten done restocking the sandwich table when everything when white on her, she heard a step behind her and she turned around to where thw door slid across the ground in a way most could t hear- but she could. As the light from the dining room streamed in. “Hello.” She said to the unknown person. “Please, come in, close the door behind you.” Her white hair was pulled back and she was in her normal style of a pair of blue jeans and a black blouse. Which seemed to be one of the few color coordination’s that didn’t seem to clash with her shimmering dark red skin.