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voidtreckernet2021-05-23 12:55 pm
fivemilesdeep) wrote in voidtreckernet2021-05-23 12:55 pm
Entry tags:
Llama 11, Evening, Video
[It's been a few hours since everyone has returned from the mission. Ryo looks tired - but gods, who isn't by this point? - but he's still here.]
I'm in the dining car. I have coffee and tea and hot chocolate - the good kind. I also have something that'll knock you out until tomorrow, if you want that. If anyone wants anything, you're welcome to come pick it up.
You don't have to stay and talk, but...if you want to, I'm here. I can also help you if you're hurt or still coughing from the smog on the mission.
Just...don't feel like you have to handle this alone. Even if it's not me, there's always someone willing to help. You just need to ask.
[[OOC: I'm good with action tags, handwaving, multiple people in a thread, w/e - go for it!]]
I'm in the dining car. I have coffee and tea and hot chocolate - the good kind. I also have something that'll knock you out until tomorrow, if you want that. If anyone wants anything, you're welcome to come pick it up.
You don't have to stay and talk, but...if you want to, I'm here. I can also help you if you're hurt or still coughing from the smog on the mission.
Just...don't feel like you have to handle this alone. Even if it's not me, there's always someone willing to help. You just need to ask.
[[OOC: I'm good with action tags, handwaving, multiple people in a thread, w/e - go for it!]]
-> action?
[But he smiles anyway.]
Sounds good. I'll have them ready for you.
[And he does! He's even got cream and sugar waiting for the coffee, because he has no idea what this person will like.]
to action! <3
Wei Wuxian ends up making his way to the dining car, hair pulled back in a half up ponytail, the rest down his back as he's wearing the standard blue polo shirt and cargo shorts, hairy legs conspicuous and ending in socks and boots. He's like the tourist walking out to the beach in a resort town, unaware and unashamed of his nonchalant lack of coolness, or the appearance of darker circles under his eyes. Like everyone else, he's tired, which is great for blending in!
He smiles when he catches the face from the broadcast, ambling over with relaxed posture and lifting his hands to a sort of loose cupping of fingers. )
I'll be troubling you. These are the beverages?
( He sits, glancing down at the... sugar? That's sugar, right. What's the other thing? Is it... no, really, what is it? He gives the cream and the mugs a interested look, brows lifting. )
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It's no trouble. Have a seat.
[He pours two mugs half full - one hot chocolate, one coffee - and sets them in front of the new person.]
The darker one is coffee - it'll wake you up, but it can be bitter. Adding cream and sugar should offset that. The lighter one is hot chocolate - it's much sweeter.
[...he can't not ask.]
Are you alright?
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( It doesn't make it true, or false, and it's somewhere inbetween anyway. He leans in to look into both mugs one they're poured, pulling the coffee toward him first and lifting it to breathe in. The scent is familiar, because he's smelled it around the kitchen carriage and dining car before, but in all the things he's managed to try so far, this isn't one of them. )
How bitter is bitter?
( Asked rhetorically, as he lifts the mug and takes a small, experimental sip. The bitterness is striking, and the flavour unlike anything he knows: his nose wrinkles in response, but his expression overall isn't disgust. More like bizarrely curious. )
Oh, now that's different.
( Eyeballing what's in the mug, he takes another sip, seems to hold it in his mouth, then swallows, setting down the mug. The warmth at least feels good on his throat, but he's not sure his stomach wants bitter, right now. )
Not sure if I like it or not. You said people add cream? Sugar? Cream being... what, exactly?
( Regardless, he reaches for the sweet drink, mentally laughing: ah, this bitter-sweet existence, this unpredictable life. )
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Cream is that white liquid - it's basically thick milk.
[Shake it hard enough for long enough and you get butter.]
I'm guessing you mostly drink tea where you're from?
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( He would be fascinated by that detail, and also try to figure out how long and hard it takes to get to butter. As one does. When trapped on a train and naturally curious.
He picks up the cream and pours some into the coffee, watching the dark bloom with the white, then mellow into a slowly more uniform brown. He doesn't use much, since it's unfamiliar, but he may as well try it all. )
Mm, tea is standard, so is wine, you usually are drinking one or the other.
( Which also makes sense for any society that doesn't guarantee purity of water without boiling, so why not? Tea makes it safe for everyone, and adds its own flavour! )
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[If he ever learns that, he will absolutely set him up with a jar of cream for shaking. It really is the small things in life sometimes.]
So coffee is completely new, then.
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Goats makes more sense to me, but even so... using it for beverages? Not just nursing children? Cheeses too, though I haven't had much of that myself.
( He shakes his head and smiles. )
It is! Heard of it on train, but never linked that scent as being specific to it. Not sure what I thought it was... anyway, it's more bitter than I expected. Is there much of an art to the making and pouring of coffee?
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Really? But cheese is great, though.
[Ryo doesn't have too many opinions on food, but that is definitely one of them. It also helps that cheese is readily available on his world.]
[He shrugs at the question.]
Not that I know of. If the bitterness is a problem, I can get you something else.
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( sounding upbeat, reaching for the other mug. cup. whichever it may be. )
Mm, well, if cheese is great, how about you introduce me to some good ones whenever they're around?
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[He's trying not to fish for compliments, but he really does want people to like Lia's hot chocolate recipe as much as he does.]
I will - though honestly, they're all good.
[Says a boy who has never encountered the softer, smellier cheeses.]
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Oh. Okay. His eyes widen involuntarily, and he takes another sip, letting himself hold it further down from his lips as he licks them, thinking. )
It's sweet, in an unexpected way? Rich, too. What exactly is in this? Definitely easier on the tongue! I like it, I think I do.
( It's so entirely different he's not certain, but his inclination is to say mmm. )
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You know, I don't actually know. One of my friends back home - it's her secret recipe, and I just ordered some from the train. I'm glad you like it, though.
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( He figures he might have some misunderstanding of the process, and takes another sip of the hot cocoa, closing his eyes with a happy hum. )
Pretty rich stuff, but I like it. My compliments to your friend! What's her name?
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[He's a bit baffled by the process, but then again he's a bit baffled by a lot of things here, and he's learned not to dig too deeply into them unless it's important - it isn't always worth the headache.]
[He does smile at the compliment, though - he's been smiling at people all evening to try to put them at ease, but this is one of the first real, deeply genuine smiles he's managed since the mission ended.]
Thank you. Her name is Lia.
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Ah, Lia. ( It feels too short on his tongue, but even so: ) It has a nice sound to it. I'm glad the shop here's at least flexible enough to get you something familiar to an important friend of yours even when they're a whole... ( Searching for the word... Failing to find anything better, and so: ) .. Void away.