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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[omertae]

[ ...Huh.

Angelo opens his mouth and then shuts it again, brow furrowed. Not because he hates the idea, but because it actually makes so much fucking sense that he’s mad he didn’t think of it first. And if he’s honest with himself, he’s actually quite relieved Eiffel isn’t blabbing on about his traumadump back there. Sometimes Eiffel sucks a little less than usual. ]

Can I just do that?

[littletonoidea]

Yeah, man. I'll pop in a word to the big guy and get your shift moved over. I dunno if they'll let you go full Michelin on their asses there, but an actual chef there is pretty much always welcome.

[He flicks through briefly.] I think they've got like, breakfast, lunch, dinner and the all-rounders. Any preference?

[omertae]

[ Time to not look a gift-horse in the mouth, hard. ]

... Dinner.

[littletonoidea]

...you sure? WhichI'monlyasking 'cos that one's got three teenagers on it. You'd be the only grown-up on shift.

[omertae]

Oh, fuck that. Which one has the most adults?

[littletonoidea]

Probably breakfast? You'd probably like Trixie, she's a stone cold cowboy bitch. Swing's cool too, though, Maggie's awesome.

[omertae]

Is she actually a cowboy?

[littletonoidea]

She comes from cowboy times and swears like a sailor? And doesn't take anyone's shit. She's a terrifying power babe.

[Eiffel is readily cowed by powerful women and Trixie definitely hits the mark.]

Maggie's just a normal twenty-first century person, apart from the whole zombie thing, but she's got this real core of steel.