Dec. 19th, 2015

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[Only a few hours out of a two week cryo sleep, Ratchet feels like he's waking up to an entirely different ship. The corridors are empty and dark, and the usual steady hum of smoothly working ship is distant at best. Manesseh's message was a startling first communication, adding only more questions (and concerns) to the pile. He was groggy, he was hungry, he was freezing his ass off...and looks exactly that happy in the MID comm, although he tries to force a somewhat positive note into his voice, despite the hunched shoulders and shivering.]

So I noticed....uh, I noticed it's a little chilly on the ship. [An awkward pause.] And also that one of our captains is dead...

[A longer pause there as he hesitates, trying not to sound irreverent.  He hadn't known the Captain in question, but it didn't make her death any less serious.  When he does continues his voice sounds strained.]

Does anyone want to help fill me in here? Power's still on the fritz, there's maybe someone killing people, with a particular taste for the captains, and there are a....lot of...cats? Am I missing anything? Does anyone want to tell me what the heck is going on?
realitywarped: (Amused - My nails sure are interesting)
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[Have a possibly familiar face- although for those who haven't seen this particular Loki before, his face is marked with a scar under his left eye, looking rather like a 7. If he looks a little grim, try not to worry about it too much.]

For those of you who have miraculously escaped any knowledge of any iteration of me, my name is Loki, Norse god of any number of things. Also, apparently, head chef of this journey to nowhere- for now.

[He waves at the camera, getting a little more into character, smiling crookedly, sounding off-hand. And yes... Loki does like the sound of his own voice. Particularly when he's grouchy and a little concerned.]

For a number of reasons- including safety in numbers, it being much warmer in here with the ovens on, the fact the captains see it fit to keep sending kitchen staff to me who think penne is a mispelt item of coinage, and if I'm counting right it was my birthday yesterday- if you want to come down to the kitchens, I'll be here all day. If you want to attempt to learn a little baking, I intend to make myself a cake and perhaps teach a few other people in the process.

[He shrugs, one eyebrow up, indicates the kitchen behind him.]

There'll also be coffee on almost constantly, so you're welcome to that, too. I do make very good coffee- although really, you owe master Kaplan for this one.

[He pans the camera to a pile of boxes on a counter, tone turning mildly irritated.]

-Ah, and if you have any idea what groats are, past an ancient term for currency no longer in use, you can come collect them as soon as you can.