Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2014-02-21 07:57 pm
myironeyes) wrote2014-02-21 07:57 pm
DID YOU KNOW THAT: baby hedgehogs are called hoglets? WELL NOW YOU KNOW
[Spam, all public areas, including some warden-only areas. He is particularly meticulous in searching the greenhouse and the dining hall. He also checks zero.]
[Once again, Marsh has been turned into a tiny, scowly, ragged child with the visible skeletal geometry of someone not too far away from starvation and ashes in his hair, although his face is mostly clean. He keeps moving, keeps his head down, keeps his hands in his pockets. He attempts not to draw attention, and if he weren't so utterly out of place, he'd be fairly good at it. And he is searching for something - someone - very, very determinedly. He is so suspicious of all of you.]
[Public, video]
Where is my brother.
[Marsh has shadows under his eyes and he looks like a good wind might push him over.]
He's grown up now for no reason but he probably doesn't act like it and he has stupid yellow hair and he smiles too much and I can't find him anywhere. He was here.
[Aster flutters onto his shoulder and croons softly. Marsh makes a gurgled noise of despairing frustration in his throat and flaps his hands with her until she flies a little ways off.]
And this bird won't leave me alone!
[Spam for Steph (and possibly Esther?) in the Kitchen for dinner shift]
[At some point, Nathan let slip that Marsh not only had a key to the kitchens, but was in fact in charge of feeding the entire ship dinner. After a very small, totally manageable, super mature freakout under Nathan's desk, he has decided that this is going to be amazing and he is absolutely going to take care of everyone. He has dragged a chair into the kitchen and is crawling on the counters to reach flour, slicing vegetables with a dubious little off-white shank that looks like it might be made of bone, and humming softly to himself with a little smile.]
[Private to everyone on the kitchen staff, including on-call people, on the second day.]
Do you know how to make little cakes?
[Open spam, later]
[Marsh has, maybe, possibly, totally for a good cause, stolen some honey from the bees in the greenhouse. He may have several stings on his hands and face and a large, sticky section of honeycomb to show for this adventure.]
[OOC: replies will come fromwhippersnapped.]
[Once again, Marsh has been turned into a tiny, scowly, ragged child with the visible skeletal geometry of someone not too far away from starvation and ashes in his hair, although his face is mostly clean. He keeps moving, keeps his head down, keeps his hands in his pockets. He attempts not to draw attention, and if he weren't so utterly out of place, he'd be fairly good at it. And he is searching for something - someone - very, very determinedly. He is so suspicious of all of you.]
[Public, video]
Where is my brother.
[Marsh has shadows under his eyes and he looks like a good wind might push him over.]
He's grown up now for no reason but he probably doesn't act like it and he has stupid yellow hair and he smiles too much and I can't find him anywhere. He was here.
[Aster flutters onto his shoulder and croons softly. Marsh makes a gurgled noise of despairing frustration in his throat and flaps his hands with her until she flies a little ways off.]
And this bird won't leave me alone!
[Spam for Steph (and possibly Esther?) in the Kitchen for dinner shift]
[At some point, Nathan let slip that Marsh not only had a key to the kitchens, but was in fact in charge of feeding the entire ship dinner. After a very small, totally manageable, super mature freakout under Nathan's desk, he has decided that this is going to be amazing and he is absolutely going to take care of everyone. He has dragged a chair into the kitchen and is crawling on the counters to reach flour, slicing vegetables with a dubious little off-white shank that looks like it might be made of bone, and humming softly to himself with a little smile.]
[Private to everyone on the kitchen staff, including on-call people, on the second day.]
Do you know how to make little cakes?
[Open spam, later]
[Marsh has, maybe, possibly, totally for a good cause, stolen some honey from the bees in the greenhouse. He may have several stings on his hands and face and a large, sticky section of honeycomb to show for this adventure.]
[OOC: replies will come from
whippersnapped.]
Spam
[He can manipulate a situation to his advantage, nastily, if he has to. Sometimes it's nice to just to the most basic coaxing.]
Spam
[Butter and cheese are not used this freely on Scadriel. Wow. Yum. One more bite to double-check.]
Spam
Spam
Nuh-uh. S'all really good.
Re: Spam
I was thinking short-cakes for after dinner. Easy to whip up a lot of, not too fancy with the icing work. Thoughts?
[He lays the open book in front of little Marsh, like he's giving a mission briefing. He'd forgotten a little how much he loved the kitchen, getting extremely serious about food. He doesn't do much cooking on Kar-Charrat-- not much of an audience to eat it if he did.]
Spam
That one. Can we do that one?
Re: Spam
Looks doable. No advance prep work, no bizarre tools. Would it be okay if I wait a second -
[The timer hasn't gone on his blind bakes but his nose tells him they're as done as they need to be.] Sorry, can we talk over here while I fill these? [He starts to take things out of the oven, waving for Marsh to find a safe place near him.]
We don't usually double-up wardens but I can drop by just to be an extra pair of hands with desert, if that's cool with you. That shouldn't be a problem.
Spam
Yeah. It's all messed up anyway. Lunch has two wardens and the guy with the key is an inmate again.
Spam
Thanks for your help with the taste testing. Did you want anything to eat? Something to drink?
Spam
[Is it safe, he means.]
Re: Spam
Got juice or milk if you'd prefer. Tea.
Spam
Re: Spam
[He goes to get a glass of juice, like he said, taste testing it and deciding to dilute it three parts to one part water. Still sweet, still apple.]
Spam
It is sweet!
[Like okay he heard you say that but yummmm.]
Re: Spam
You can stick around as long as you want-- finish your juice, ask questions about where we keep things. But you aren't on shift until this evening.
Spam
[Small, a little formal with caution - it never hurts to be polite - but no less sincere for that. He darts forward, on a weird impulse born of kitchen warm and high blood sugar, and gives Riddick a two-second hug around the waist, face hidden for a moment in his shirt.]
Spam
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