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Lucky Washburne (just_lucky) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-20 17:23:00

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!complete, 2032 09, kvothe, lucky washburne

RP: Someone's in the Kitchen
Characters: Lucky, Kvothe
Time/Date: Evening, September 20
Location: Kitchen
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Lucky makes dinner and defines the territory of her kitchen
Status: Complete

Lucky didn't have much of an idea of what a dementor was. She didn't really care, either. What she cared about was all the chocolate littering her kitchen. Stacked in the fridge stacked on the table, boxes of it along the backs of the counters ... it was a pain in the ass, that's what it was.

She muttered a few choice Mandarin phrases that Jayne had taught her (and one she'd picked up from Mal that her mother had made a very shocked face at the first time Lucky had repeated it in her presence) as she went about removing some of the chocolate from the area she intended to work in.

Not completely sure she was all right with sharing the kitchen, Lucky nevertheless ceded space to Lily when the red-head was around. They were working out things between themselves in the way only stubborn women truly could. Lily was nice, and that bought her some points, and she had steel in her, so that bought her a few more. Lucky, however, had won the kitchen on Serenity through years of begging and had worked her way into the position of cook for the crew. She wasn't really inclined to give it up here just because some witch had been here first. She hadn't been here when Lucky started out, so that lost her a few points, and more or less leveled the field as far as the younger girl was concerned.

Still, when they kept more or less to their own areas while working on dinners for the captives here, it was all right. Lucky had learned that Lily took suggestions about as well as she herself did -- which was to say not terribly well at all. There'd been a couple of near-battles in the couple of days since Lily'd been back, but Lucky was confident they'd reached an unspoken sort of compromise they both could live with.

So as she started in on dinner, she wondered if she should make herself scarce for breakfast tomorrow. Perhaps that would encourage further separation of space between them.

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kvothe
2010-09-22 05:45 pm UTC (link)

Kvothe had done an excellent job of isolating himself. It hadn't entirely been done on purpose; there had just been so much that he didn't know about this world and with access to a decently stocked library, he had thrown himself into reading as much as he could. He had been a little disappointed to find that many of the books were just stories, but even those gave insight into the new world he had found himself in.

However, now that an attack seemed to be underway, he thought it best to get to know some of the other folks here. Apparently he wouldn't be very useful in this one, but he did wonder if he would be able to see these Dementors. He was loathe to call Sympathy magic and he was sure that it was a different sort of magic than what the others seemed to have, but all the same, he had to admit that it was more than science as he hadn't been able to preform it during those two weeks.

When he made his way into the kitchen, he smiled to the girl making dinner if she happened to look over at him. Curiously he picked up one of the chocolate bars on the table and shook his head. It seemed strange that these people were more or less attacking them and yet giving them things to prepare for the attack. They were very considerate tormentors.

"Is there anything left here besides chocolate at this point?" He asked wryly.

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just_lucky
2010-09-22 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"There's stuff in t'cabinets," she said as she glanced over from where she was roasting a couple of chickens in the oven. She still wasn't quite used to cooking for big crowds; Serenity's crew had never exceeded a dozen people even at the height of things, except when there were passengers, but even then it wasn't much more than a dozen.

"But I'm makin' dinner," she pointed out, in case the smell of cooking meat wasn't obvious. She was trying very hard not to take offense when people didn't want to eat what she made, but it was weird going from the ship to here. She had a very personal investment in her meals, and on the ship, everyone had eaten everything. Here, there were some people who actually didn't eat certain things. This was just about impossible for her to wrap her mind around, until she realized they came from places that were similar to the core planets where they could pick and choose and had never been almost starving for lack of supplies.

"'less you don't want to wait, then I guess there's some sandwich meat in th'fridge an' bread in th'breadbox," she continued as she turned toward one of the other fridges to get out things to make salad.

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kvothe
2010-09-23 12:52 am UTC (link)

He tried to place her accent, but there were many here that he couldn't and it didn't really throw him off anymore. He had just accepted that their world had a lot of interesting dialects.

"What you're making smells good enough to wait for," he smiled as he settled at the kitchen table. This seemed like a good place to try to be more social. Plenty of people would be coming through to eat, after all. It did occur to him that perhaps while people were going to be more edgy might not be the best time to try to make friends, he also wasn't sure he wanted to be alone for it all.

He'd always been pretty good at taking life in stride, but he managed a great deal of it by just pushing feelings away until he was ready to deal with them. If he was forced to confront all the bad things that had happened to him, it might overwhelm him.

"So were you a cook where ever you were before being brought here or do you just enjoy it?" He asked curiously.

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just_lucky
2010-09-23 01:07 am UTC (link)

"I was," she said. "I was on the crew of Serenity, an' I was their cook. Never made food for so many people b'fore, but I think I got the hang of it." She silently dared him to comment on her age, but that was part of an ongoing battle born of hearing 'you're too young' for pretty much her entire life. The hazard of being born into the crew, she supposed. Someone had to be old enough to bear her.

She glanced over to him briefly before she started to pull apart the head of lettuce for the salad. This, at least, was mostly new to her. They'd had protein and canned things, but fresh fruits and vegetables were few and far between. She liked having access to it all the time here.

Pretty much all the time, anyway.

"My name's Lucky," she introduced herself, because she wanted to know his name and generally, an introduction prompted it out of people.

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kvothe
2010-09-23 04:40 am UTC (link)

If he had known her thoughts, he might have been amused or at the very least pointed out that he was probably the last person who would ever comment on someone's age as a reason they shouldn't or couldn't do something. He'd been one of the youngest students at the University and had often surprised people with what he could do for someone his age.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucky," he grinned softly, wondering if her name was an accurate description of her or perhaps ironic. "I'm Kvothe.

"What sort of ship was Serenity?" He asked curiously, leaving the question open to interpretation. Of course, he was assuming it was one that traveled on water, but he was also curious what it's purpose had been; trade, pirating, exploration, those sorts of things.

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just_lucky
2010-09-23 04:46 am UTC (link)

"Firefly class transport vessel," she said "Spaceship," she clarified. For some reason, a lot of people here tended to think 'water' when she said ship. Even with most of her crew here! By now they should just know better.

She did have manners, somewhere. "S'nice t'meetcha," she said as she bent down to check on the chickens again. Opening the oven, she pulled the rack out to swipe another coat of seasoning over them. She had options here when she cooked, and she liked exploring them.

Once that was tended to, she drifted back to where she was prepping the salad. "You been here long?"

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kvothe
2010-09-23 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Well, that almost made sense to him. While he'd never heard of a firefly type of ship, transport vessel was clear enough ... until she called it a spaceship and he did look surprised even though he had read such things were possible. Curiously, he asked, "Are spaceships common where you come from?"

He inhaled when she opened the oven, craning his neck to peer curiously at what she was making. It did smell good.

"A couple weeks," he replied, though perhaps it had been a little longer than that. They measured weeks differently here and he still occasionally forgot to keep track in their way. "How about you?"

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just_lucky
2010-09-23 06:48 pm UTC (link)

"Yup," she replied. "'bout everyone's got somethin', if they're goin' anywhere off their own planet," she explained. "Sometimes we'd take on passengers an' the like, those that didn't have their own or didn't want to use commercial ones, whatever reason."

Lucky shrugged. "'bout a week, I guess." If that, she reflected. But no, that sounded about right. "Most of my crew's here, most of 'em been here for months, but they're all too young t'remember me. See, I was born on th'ship, not more'n a year after where most of 'ems from."

Which was remarkably frustrating, because she'd tried a few 'remember when' conversations with Jayne, who'd wound up staring blankly at her and saying it didn't sound familiar.

"You got anyone you know here?"

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kvothe
2010-09-24 02:12 am UTC (link)

Nodding, he tried to imagine what life on a spaceship would be like or how it would be to travel from planet to planet. It must have been no big deal to her; it was just life and how things were.

"No. No one I know is here," he admitted with a half smile, "it must be difficult to know people who don't know you, though."

He did miss his friends and Denna, but he didn't think he would wish this on them. He did wonder if he had just ... gone missing or if somehow some other version of him was continuing his life.

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	just_lucky 2010-09-24 02:29 am UTC (link)
	"Little. It's funny that near' everyone's here but my parents." Well, Inara wasn't, but she wasn't exactly a core member of the crew. She was in and out, really, mostly out, lately. "Lots of people are here by themselves. I mean, they don't know anyone from their own time and place." She shrugged a little. "Where you from? And what'd you do where you was from?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

kvothe
2010-09-25 06:15 am UTC (link)

"My parents were troupers. Ah, traveling performers. Musicians and actors." As far as he could tell, troupers -- the profession and the word -- had gone out of fashion in this world. "There isn't really one place that I consider myself to be from."

He was Edema Ruh, but he was certain that wouldn't mean anything to her.

"As far as I can tell, I'm from a completely different world than this one," he elaborated a little with a half shrug. "But I was a student at the University."

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just_lucky
2010-09-25 06:42 am UTC (link)

She nodded slightly. There were folk sort of like that back in the 'verse, and she at least caught on to his meaning. "Sorta how my life was then," she said. "We ain't really from anywhere but the ship," she explained. "I was born on it so I ain't got no planet to call home, and I ain't never stayed on one long enough to make it feel like home."

So that was normal for her, to not be from anywhere, to be in a state of perpetual wandering. Weird was when people stayed in one place all their lives. Where was the fun in that?

"Lots of people seem t'be," she agreed. "From diff'rent worlds, I mean." She shrugged and when the timer on the oven dinged, she turned to check on dinner. It looked good to her, so she pulled the chickens out and set them on top of the stove to cool.

People would be down soon enough for grub, she figured.

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