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Cookin' Up Trouble - [ Open ]
Title: Cookin' Up Trouble
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
The quiet.
Sometimes, it's a nice thing to think in a peaceful spot but sometimes, the quiet can get bloody oppressive. With his mind going down roads part of him would frankly, not rather go down, the bluething chastises himself.
Better to not think on those things.
Crawling down the hallways he knows, the Renne's mind turns again and for once, he smiles. A thought later and he's turning through to the Sensoriums. Hm. Too much thinking on what-is-not.
Chirp.
Yes. Time for a little creation.
Although not telepathic, the emotion-being opens himself up just enough to learn, to work in harmony (or try to) with this massive ship and the area around him. Work with it, and form a more hospitable atmosphere. Yes. There. Warm oak, teak and mahogany. Pinch of salt... A pot-belly oven.
Perfect.
With a jaunty little sea-shanty sung from his voice, the oddity pulls from his past (literally) a few beginning ingredients. The Stacy-sludge likely isn't too appetising but he'd understood nutritional value. So a bit of that hidden, yes...it might work.
It's not too long before this part of the Sensoriums, with its oceanside-tavern atmosphere, begins to smell.
Something's definitely cooking.
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
The quiet.
Sometimes, it's a nice thing to think in a peaceful spot but sometimes, the quiet can get bloody oppressive. With his mind going down roads part of him would frankly, not rather go down, the bluething chastises himself.
Better to not think on those things.
Crawling down the hallways he knows, the Renne's mind turns again and for once, he smiles. A thought later and he's turning through to the Sensoriums. Hm. Too much thinking on what-is-not.
Chirp.
Yes. Time for a little creation.
Although not telepathic, the emotion-being opens himself up just enough to learn, to work in harmony (or try to) with this massive ship and the area around him. Work with it, and form a more hospitable atmosphere. Yes. There. Warm oak, teak and mahogany. Pinch of salt... A pot-belly oven.
Perfect.
With a jaunty little sea-shanty sung from his voice, the oddity pulls from his past (literally) a few beginning ingredients. The Stacy-sludge likely isn't too appetising but he'd understood nutritional value. So a bit of that hidden, yes...it might work.
It's not too long before this part of the Sensoriums, with its oceanside-tavern atmosphere, begins to smell.
Something's definitely cooking.