Remy
Manifesting
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Post by Remy on Aug 16, 2010 14:37:04 GMT -8
The ship was on course for who knew where. Remy tended to not really pay attention to the navigation at times, because, well, frankly it was boring. They were headed to some planet--okay, and? It was if there was a chance for a fight, even just a chance that he got interested. That, and once there was fresh air within reach, that's when he paid attention. So all he knew was that they were headed somewhere, and they'd get there eventually. After all, his time in his room had increased as of late.
However, his room didn't house much of anything of substance when it came to eating. A couple packages of something small, but that was pretty much it. Finally, after cleaning his favorite gun for the third time that week, he decided that, despite wishing to avoid too much social interaction, he would venture down to the mess hall to find something to eat.
He wandered into the mess hall, and then back to the kitchen where he saw one of the girls that cooked back there. "Think you can make me something? Surprise me, if you want, I'll give you something for payment if you want, 'cause I know that you got to cook for the rest of 'em later," he said quickly, leaning against the door frame. "Ah hell, just make me something, special or regular, yeah?"
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