CERES Testing out the Wares

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  1. Castilene Kramer

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    Oreos...what the fuck are oreos?

    Cas caught enough of the waxing conversation to understand that there was a hefty amount of attitude pushing out from that mask. Something about having chips or chocolate, neither of which the Operative was willing to admit she had. Ren had done a solid in regards to the ship, as far as Cas could tell, and the woman had helped in her own way back at the mooring station. But trust and gravity were at play, and neither were enough to purchase a foil wrapped sweet.

    Blue eyes looked up from counter-top as Ren rolled in; Cas was busy meddling with something and rolling a toothpick along the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, burn out of dock, spinning back around, only to cut thrusters and high tail it...didn't do much favors for the reserve." Being that there was none. By her estimation, they'd coast into Pallas running largely on inertia and a general willingness to move.

    Opening up the cupboard, she retracted two packets and held them up for Ren to spy across the divide. "Sorry, it's the best we Earth scum can do." Noodles or potatoes. It wasn't all they had, but it was all that was currently being offered. And despite herself, the gentle smirk likely gave that fact away.
     
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  2. Renaya

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    Ren slowly narrowed her eyes, seeing the switchero there and not appreciating it. "That doesn't look like an hours worth of oxygen," she stated bluntly.

    The woman could try to warm her up, fine. Might make her feel better to have Ren being nice to herself of plotting to hijack the ship, but to string her along with food like that? And for what? A twisted desire to see under her mask?

    Ren abruptly thought a little less of her, if just out of annoyance for being played with like a cat. "You know what. Not hungry, I'll just sit over here and wait." She flopped back into a seat and kicked her feet up on a chair.
     
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  3. Castilene Kramer

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    Cas narrowed her eyes, surprised at the sudden shift in attitude. This wasn't a charity ship and despite being on the hook for effectively kidnapping Ren from Ceres, Cas couldn't perform magic. And she surely couldn't make something appear that wasn't there.

    “I'm not a fan of sweets…” She admitted finally, lowering the packets out of view. Her last physical back on Earth had proven testament to that, given her elevated cholesterol and blood pressure. Doctors told her to cut back but it was difficult when living off freeze dried goods and broth cubes. “But that's fine, suit yourself.”

    Turning towards the reefer, she withdrew a pack of freeze dried vegetables and a cube of myco broth. Filling a pot with distilled water from the rationed faucet, she set the pot going and dumped the contents of the package in.

    Super noodles. Didn't really feel all that super. “You may want to eat something…” She uttered, looking down into the pot to inspect the contents. “If we need to push thrusters and hit the juice, doing it on low calories means you might pass out.”
     
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    "I'll be fine," Ren insisted, digging her heels in just for the sake of it. She crossed her arms, rolling her neck out and looking towards around the space for a window. She was greeted with just steel walls ... a small reminder of her situation. Her expression faltered and the panic slowly crept back in.

    "...How long do we got to there, anyways?" She asked, wary of the response.
     
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  5. Castilene Kramer

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    Without missing a beat, Cas answered as the water bubbles just started to form on the bottom of the pot.

    “Three days if we put on the high burn for a bit. Might need to, given how low fuel is.” The myco cube was starting to swirl and melt. The smell was starting to form, like the hint of meat produced from induction of nutritional yeast.

    “Lucky orbital placement right there.”
     
  6. Renaya

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    "Boy do you like putting your resources to the test," Ren grumbled, digging at something inside her pocket and flicking a glance at it from behind her leg. Her brows furrowed as she tucked it back away, her thoughts swirling as she tried to plan out how'd she'd get through this.

    "...You at least let me send a message out? To my boss, cover my ass for this time away so I have something to salvage coming back to."
     
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  7. Castilene Kramer

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    "Well considering Belter's pride themselves in squeezing every bit of lemonade from a lemon, I'll take that as a compliment..." She said dryly, failing to indicate whether that was a compliment or an insult. Or perhaps it was a jab on Earthers, who had gathered the reputation for taking resources for granted.

    Big bones and their endless blue sky.

    Peering out through the divide between the kitchen and the eating area, Cas gave the blue planet variant of a belter shrug. It was paying homage to a lifestyle of rock hopping, where communication sometimes went out and the hands were effectively unusable given the size of the old suit gloves. "You can send a tightbeam if you'd like. We have some beater terminals hanging about..." If it wasn't clear, the message point of delivery would be monitored to the best of the ships ability.

    Taking in a long sniff, she ripped open the noodle package with her teeth. "You sure you don't want any? I'd hate for the broth to go to waste."
     
  8. Renaya

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    "No thanks. Bullets kill my appetite." She stood, pushing her hair out of her face and looking around. "I'll just take a room. And that terminal Please." The word came as almost an afterthought, less as a source of attitude and more to keep the peace in a situation that could easily keep turning out worse for her.

    She shoved her hands in her pockets, rocking back on her heels as her thoughts were quickly dropping to stressful, distracting things.
     
  9. Castilene Kramer

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    "Suit yourself." She offered another shrug, far more shallow, as she opened up one of the cupboard drawers likely reserved for odds and ends. Jumbling around through the various tools and instruments, she pulled out a flat panel of Plexiglas not much larger than a playing card and about as thick as half a deck.

    There was a crack in the corner but nothing that would affect it's utility. Leaning forward, she slid it over to Ren. "Hopefully the conversation goes well..." She stated with a smile as she turned back to her boiling pot of broth. Rolling the toothpick against her lips, she dumped the noodles in to the sound of sizzling.
     
  10. Renaya

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    Ren eyed the woman for a moment, picking up the terminal and tapping it on her hand for a moment before she snorted and escorted herself to the hallway. There it was easy to find a spare room to bunk in, a few doors already opened before, she closed the one behind her that looked utterly untouched and sat on the end of the bed.

    She stared numbly at the floor for a minute before cradling her head and letting out a muffled scream of frustration.

    Right, first things first. She prop it up and set up a location-- civilian. Nothing sketchy. She started speaking.

    The rest of the evening would pass and she would not emerge. Not until commotion had stilled around the ship and everyone seemed well and asleep.
     
  11. Castilene Kramer

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    Cas was quite pleased with herself...the noodles had turned out pretty good.

    ~~~

    The door to her room wheezed open and she responded with a yawn and stretch in rebuttal. Checking on the LED's across the back of her boots, indicating active magnetic clamps, she strode out of her room and down the hallway. Aug opened the comms across the ship and made an announcement.

    "Low burn initiated for one hour as per request. Will resume burn to Pallas following morning rations."

    Pale eyes glanced up towards the speaker as she shook her head, smirking at the wording. Aug was particularly loquacious, especially when given the helm. Cas was, as opposed to the day prior, wearing a bit less formal garb. A worn-down olive flight suit with a yellow t-shirt beneath, indicating something related to CMTU.

    She found her way back to the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee and look for a sealed canister of oat meal. It occurred to her that she had not seen Ren since giving her the terminal. Fairly certain the technician was still somewhere on the ship, Cas paid her concerns little mind.
     
  12. Renaya

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    A glance up and to the corner would reveal Ren sitting quietly in a nook of the kitchen again. The remnants of a breakfast laid out cold around her, mixed with a mess of wires and spare metal parts as she fussed over the inner guts of something. A closer glance would reveal that it was a terminal she had gutted apart. Multiple, actually.

    And just like Cas had no interest in sparing her thought, Ren was equally disinclined from looking up from her work. She wore the same work jumpsuit as yesterday, her messy curls restrained in a pony tail as she leaned deeper into her work.
     

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