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myironeyes) wrote2014-12-05 09:42 pm
myironeyes) wrote2014-12-05 09:42 pm
Uncle Spikes Wants You (for barge chef)
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[For those who have not seen Marsh before - and he does keep to himself, sometimes - the sight of him and the steel spikes pounded bloodlessly through his eye sockets may be a bit of a shock.]
Esther Coleman has departed from the barge. Her cabin has reverted to standard.
She was not a kind young woman, but the world was not kind with her, and she - she had very little hope in her life. But she carried on.
[Brief though it is, it is a very sincere eulogy, one he feels a great deal of kinship for. He hopes the kitchen was a small solace to her, while she worked their - a place she could be respected purely for her performance, a place where she need not hide or pretend or be interrogated. But now he'll never know.]
We are now short six kitchen staff inmates, and although we appreciate our volunteer on-call wardens greatly, this cannot continue.
Wardens, if your inmates' files contain no poisoning or cannibalism, they are now candidates for kitchen work. Inmates, if you're getting bored of our current staples -
[Barge food isn't bad, but neither Marsh nor Ben are especially creative.]
- the position comes with considerable menu control.
If we don't get at least four new inmate staff, I will start drafting people.
[For those who have not seen Marsh before - and he does keep to himself, sometimes - the sight of him and the steel spikes pounded bloodlessly through his eye sockets may be a bit of a shock.]
Esther Coleman has departed from the barge. Her cabin has reverted to standard.
She was not a kind young woman, but the world was not kind with her, and she - she had very little hope in her life. But she carried on.
[Brief though it is, it is a very sincere eulogy, one he feels a great deal of kinship for. He hopes the kitchen was a small solace to her, while she worked their - a place she could be respected purely for her performance, a place where she need not hide or pretend or be interrogated. But now he'll never know.]
We are now short six kitchen staff inmates, and although we appreciate our volunteer on-call wardens greatly, this cannot continue.
Wardens, if your inmates' files contain no poisoning or cannibalism, they are now candidates for kitchen work. Inmates, if you're getting bored of our current staples -
[Barge food isn't bad, but neither Marsh nor Ben are especially creative.]
- the position comes with considerable menu control.
If we don't get at least four new inmate staff, I will start drafting people.
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By the time I was in the X-Men, she had her own restaurant. I've only been there a few times, but it's just like her - bright and cheery and comfortable. She was always like that - she could always make you feel welcome.
When I finally told my parents I was a mutant - she sent me an invitation, said she'd cook for me and all the X-Men on the house. [Her voice is wavering a little, now.] I never got to go, though. Too much was going on, and then...
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[Simple, gentle. Not for bringing it up, just - the way things turn out.]
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[She doesn't want to endanger them, but - maybe that shouldn't be her choice alone.]