Foodplot: Parte Uno [Closed]

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

After the 'bitching about Stacy' session finally reached a head, Sakura and Howard decided to actually do something about all the questions they had about their spacefaring fleshy home. Granted, they couldn't really find anything out about the Ohm on their own, and the Daligig were Right Out, so that left exploring the ship itself.

Time for them to find out what it is that they're putting in their bodies.

They drew on a few people they trust, or at least have figured out well enough to not distrust (more than they usually do), and now they're gathered at the mess hall at some awkward hour when no one is there to eat. They've brought Kanoe Zouichi (specialties: stuff going boom and wrangling Howard into being cooperative) and Ian Chesterton (specialties: hot cocoa, also science). And Ian's brought Barbara Wright (specialties: ??? and pissing Howard off).

Howard's tucking away at a tray of slop, figuring that if they're going to find anything that puts them off eating food forever, he might as well enjoy sweet, delicious ignorance now.

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Re: Tunnel 1: Sakura and Barbara

[encourage]

She examined the screen, watching symbols light up in correspondence to... what? Sakura looked to the petri dishes, considering. "Probably," she said at last. "The ship is supposed to tailor our diets to our specific needs. We may be seeing part of that process."

She reached for a petri dish before the dropper could quite get to it. "We're seeing Ian's specific needs, as catalogued by the ship. But when? Does it keep an updated system?" And how was it doing it?

Re: Tunnel 1: Sakura and Barbara

[meat_mooks]

At the interruption between the dish and dropped, a tentacle descends from the ceiling and wraps around Sakura's wrist. If it were possible for a tentacle to emote, it would be 'displeased'. Another reaches down and fondes Barbara's face.

Re: Tunnel 1: Sakura and Barbara

[first_in_time]

A frown crinkled Barbara's brow in thought. "The ship has access to all kinds of things...if Stacey had samples of Ian's waste, she'd be able to pinpoint what he needed more of and less of in his diet." There was a thought she'd rather not have. With a small amount of luck, the thought was interrupted by some abnormal behaviour from the tentacles.

Barbara batted at the one trying to take hold of her face and stepped away before realising that Sakura had slight troubles of her own. She ducked around the wriggling limb to get at the one which had wrapped around Sakura's wrist. "Are you alright?" she asked as she struggled with the tight grip.

Re: Tunnel 1: Sakura and Barbara

[encourage]

"It'd explain the use of our waste product. Since we've never seen --" Sakura jerked back from the tentacle, which didn't let go. Emotes were lost on her even on textual screens, so after a brief, "Let go," she raised her other hand and focused her chakra.

If Sta'c was going to play touchy feeling, Sakura was going to cut her way out. One swift, short movement of her hand, and she'd sliced into (and perhaps even through) the tentacle above where it wrapped around her wrist.

"I'm fine --"

Re: Tunnel 1: Sakura and Barbara

[meat_mooks]

Displeased at being attacked, the tentacles go and tell Mommy - and by that, I mean that the ship itself rebels against Barbara and Sakura. A hole appears in the fleshy floor under their feet, sending them plummeting downwards...