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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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[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.