forum Out in Space (classic lit and sci fi!) (CLOSED, stalkers welcome)

Started August 14, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(alright! Just wanted to double-check because, uhm. Yeah)

Alek shrugged a little bit. He had taken some of the medication before he came downstairs, and he wasn't feeling quite right. Maybe the two weren't meant to be mixed? He rubbed the side of his head for a moment, a strange light in his eyes. "Of you say so."

"I wonder what we're supposed to do now, with this free time? Normally I would be working, but…" Lo mused, brows furrowing. She hadn't given up her own skills, mostly because the question was for the others. It wouldn't have made sense for her to answer her own question with them. "Plenty of time for baking. Speaking of! If everyone could, at some point, give me a list of ay allergies and foods they just won't eat, I would appreciate it. I cook a lot, and obviously it would now be for whoever wants to eat as well. Favorite foods are also very welcome!"

Sherlock hummed for a moment. "I don't have any known allergies, save for seasonal, but that shouldn't have any effect on the food." They replied. "I prefer not to eat meat, but I'll eat it on occasion if need be." They considered themselves rather half of a vegetarian, not eating meat if they had the choice not to, but they would eat it if they didn't have much of another choice.

Alek ran his hands through his hair. "I'll eat anything. No allergies, no preferences." He said, stretching and glancing around the group.

“Hmm, well, I’m not a big fan of anything spicy…” Mina mused, swallowing a bite of cookie. “Jonathan’s allergic to nuts. Oh! But we love a nice glass of champagne, don’t we dear?” She winked at her husband, who couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
“On occasion,” he winked back.

“Victor is mildly lactose intolerant. But I doubt that would affect things much,” Eden said. “As for me, I’ve swallowed poison before with no effect, I doubt you’ll find anything in the kitchen that could kill me. If you ever need help with the cooking, I find it incredibly relaxing and would enjoy assisting you if at all possible,” they offered, desperately hoping they’d be allowed to assist, clumsy as they were.

((it's so cute!!!))

"I would love help! Unfortunately, should green beans ever be a side, you'll have to deal with them for me. If you're alright with green bean duty on occasion, that is. I'm allergic enough that touching them starts to cause a flare up." Lo said, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the vegetable. "If I have gloves I can manage, but that's a risky endeavor. Not that I mind the allergy, I always hated the taste. Not to mention the part where they made my throat swell, but you know. Children don't tend to notice things like that."

Eden nodded. Of course they could handle green beans, it was something they'd grown used to handling. They had read somewhere that green vegetables were especially good for you, so they worked with them frequently. "I can, if you need me to." they nodded. It didn't have to be those, there were more interesting vegetables to work with.

(aahh i love it!!)

Sherlock moved to start looking around the rooms, examining everything. Everything seemed clean and new, and they found a paper with the passcode for the internet on it. "I found the wifi." they commented, then continued to look around. Nothing seemed too entirely out of the ordinary, thankfully.

Eden nodded in Sherlock’s direction. WiFi was good, yes. They looked around the room. Nobody seemed openly uncomfortable with their existence, which was nice, even if they were highly disturbing to the average eye. So that was good, and they’d let that be something they would settle with.

They wondered if anyone was even particularly curious about them, or if they all thought that they were some mutant human like those from Earth, that scavenged and scoured on the ruins of a dead world. That was a reasonable explanation, but they wouldn’t lie about their nature to those who asked. However, if anyone didn’t jump to safe conclusions, instead to that damned book that Walton fellow wrote…

Well, they could live with that, unfortunately. The book was unlikely to come up, it was well known in several academic circles but that was about it.

So they waited, for any questions about the hints of their past that had been brought up, for any questions of things that hadn’t been. And they decided to start something new.

“We’ll be living here together for a while, I say we get to know each other. Let’s all go around and ask each other questions, I think that would at least… what’s the phrase, kill time? No questions are off limits for me, but if there’s topics you’d like to avoid speak up now.”

Alek was the first to speak up. "I won't answer questions about family or my name." he said, knowing that if he breathed even a hint of his last name, there could be repercussions. The event where his mother, uncle, and Laertes had died was famous. Or infamous. Because he, Alek, had been the lone survivor. The last Monpezat still surviving. And he wouldn't talk about it.

"I'm okay answering almost any question. If you somehow touch a topic I want to avoid, then I'll mention it." Lo said, uncrossing her legs to swing them lightly. Her past was simply her past. There was nothing to avoid, not really. Beyond that, it would take an interesting level of specificity to even reach certain bits of her past, a level most wouldn't just casually ask. Now that her cookie was done, she moved to braiding her hair, creating small braids in it. She looked to Alek, smiling slightly. "Mysterious. I like it."

Eden watched as Lo braided her hair, and mimicked the motions on their own. They weren’t very used to socializing, and playing copycat was one way to figure out the expectations in any given setting. Plus, braiding their hair was relaxing. Maybe Lo would let them braid her hair, she really did have lovely hair. Then Eden remembered the last time they’d built a friendship, and stopped braiding, ruffling their hair back into it’s normal rat’s nest. “Ahem. So, uh…” Eden didn’t like using names unless they were close to the person, a little impractical in group settings. “Mina,” they said, the name leaving a bitter taste in their mouth. It felt like a swear word of the highest offense. “How did you meet your partner?”