Far below the rolling tide [Open]

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Strangely enough, even after the events of the past few days, Zouichi had not developed an aversion to the ocean. Or axes! Or giant squid! It helped that he, unlike some of the other crew, hadn't been in imminent danger of drowning. He was, however, busying himself with preparing some of the food they'd bought on shore leave, as well as supplies salvaged from the Deepstar 7. No sense letting it go to waste, right?

He'd started work in the early morning, and gotten so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't quite notice that he was making more than was absolutely necessary. What? Cooking was relaxing. And anyway, he thought as he waited to pull a piece of battered shrimp out of its cooking oil, someone would probably eat it all. For the people living in the inn, he was careful to set aside boxes of prepared food. But there was an increasing amount left over...

Stop by, enjoy your ridiculously overprepared lunch. Or just a simple one, if you're an acquaintance. The front door's open!

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He smiled. "I understand. And... thank you." She hadn't had to tell him all of this, could even have tried to manipulate him -- to put the mission above her, if she wanted to assuage her conscience, perhaps. Or to put her above the mission, if she had wanted unquestioning loyalty rather than someone who might one day work at cross-purposes with her.

But she hadn't. That meant much to him.

"Lunch," he agreed, moving toward the exit. "Though I believe we're taking a chance, stepping out without checking the weather beforehand. Hopefully, we'll avoid any passing blizzards."

Although on this ship, perhaps it wasn't wise to joke about freak snowstorms. Who knew? One day they might actually get something more than a light rain.

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

Allenby nearly jumped out of her skin when Sushi decided to say hello. She clamped both hands over her mouth and shut her eyes, feeling slightly sick. From the sound of it... Zouichi and Ildraniath were definitely... something. Definitely probably, but when she replayed their conversation in her head it sounded like something she probably should not have been listening in on.

...But they were definitely probably something. Guilt was having to fight with giddiness right now. It was--it was like--well, not really like Domon and Rain. The sort of thing they were saying, though, was how they were so important to each other....

Except she really couldn't hang around eavesdropping anymore. If nothing else, Sushi would blow her cover. "What? Oh come on, cat, you can't be hungry again," she said, trying to sound as though she'd just been walking down the hall. Then she poked her head around the door. "Oh, hey there!"

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

"Agreed," Ildraniath replied, "As picturesque as that planet was, it wasn't anywhere I'd enjoy living-"

She cut herself off as Allenby made her entrance, expression settling into her usual mask of cool appraisal. She scooped the box up from the table and gave Allenby a nod, "Greetings."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi blinked in surprise, then gave Allenby a nod. "Allenby. I was planning on going outside for a little while. If Howard shows up again, can you tell him to help himself?"

Well. If he suspected her of eavesdropping, he gave no outward sign.

[soulinherfists]

"Uh--greetings." Allenby gave Ildraniath an awkward wave at the old-fashioned formality. And an awkward grin, too. She felt an acute need to make some kind of conversation that would keep them both here, but that would be kind of obvious. She really didn't want them to know she'd been kind of listening in on them.

So she just nodded. "Sure thing--but I'm pretty sure he'll figure out how to do that on his own. You've had some too, right Ildraniath?" she asked, turning to the woman. "'Cause if you ain't yet, you really should! Zouchi's cookin' is the best."