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Topic Started: Sep 3 2009, 02:54 PM (349 Views)
Martha LaRoux
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Pots and pans lightly clanked against the silence in that part of the ship. Within the kitchen area stoof Martha, humming quietly to herself as she got out a variety of different things she brought to start making her first dinner for the crew of the Cressida. She didn't exactly know what it was that everyone like, but she fiqured she couldn't go wrong with pasta. It was the last of her in-home tomatoes that were nearly impossible to grow inside, and she didn't want them to go to waste. The actual pasta part of it was easy to make, and considering all of the herbs she had, there would be plenty of it to go around.

Martha also had some other foods she brought on board, such as fruit and bread, that she planned to serve with the pasta. She figured since it was her first day aboard as cook, she might as well make it a mini celebration. Of course, she had to start the sauce a lot earlier so it absorbed as much of the herbs as humanly possible. It would probably be teasing for anyone who catches a whiff of it, but she would not let anyone sneak a taste of her pasta before it was done and ready to be served. Certainly they could wait until it was all done and finished.
 
Thomas Fisher
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Tom really did not work well with a schedule. He did not exactly eat meals when everyone else did and he took breaks when he needed them or wanted them. Sometimes, he skipped whole meals to snack again later. Maybe that was the reason that Gwen wanted a co-pilot, but Tom did not want to share. He had problems with sharing and some might think he was an only child. He could easily pull that off with his persona he was under, but in reality, he was not an only child and actually had four siblings that he had to share with. That never meant he was good at it. The only one he really seemed to get along with was the youngest of the bunch, Abigail, and he would always try to be kind to her. That being said, after being on Cressida for two years, he really wasn't willing to let another person lay their hands on the controls of the ship. It was like violating her or something.

So, it was before suppertime and that hadn't stopped Tom from going down before. He headed down to the galley and he could actually smell something coming from there. He hadn't caught a whiff of something that smelled good since Carol had been there, or if Fi was baking something (which he didn't think was often enough, but he wouldn't admit that). He walked into the galley and looked at the new person in there. It was strange to see a new person after having others on board and then leaving. It made him a little wary, but if she was making the food, there was no reason getting on the bad side of her. "Hi," he said planting himself at the table, more friendly than he usually was.
 
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Martha's dark brown locks shifted along her neck and shoulders as she turned towards the new person in the room. Of course, new to her merely meant someone of whom she had not met before. She was fairly sure that he had probably occupied the space known as the Cressida for much longer than her several hours of being there. Not to mention a good deal of it was speant in her room or in the kitchen setting up; hence the cooking at the current moment. None the less, he was someone she did not know, but she greeted him warmly with a smile. "Hello. Did the sauce migrate you in this direction?" Martha could hardly smell the sauce unless she focused her attention on it, but she contributed that to the fact that she had gotten used to the smell being about it. It tended to happen to a lot of cooks over the years. Eventually they could withstand the strongest of smells in their kitchen, which Martha was slowly getting used to.

Turning for a brief moment, Martha checked on the sauce before moving about and adding some more spices to it. Taking a deep whiff of the concauction, she took out a clean spoon from a drawer and took a taste. "Two hours should do it..." She muttered to herself befre using a wooden spoon to stir the red sauce once again; allowing it time to simmer in the pot. Smiling once again, she wiped her hands on a small towel. "I'm Martha LaRoux. Some call me Martie if you prefer, but Martha is just fine." Martha wasn't too particular with her name. Back when she was a companion, many of her customers chose to call her by nicknames or pet names, and her late husband was not an exception. However, his terms for her were far more endearing, and filled with much adoration for her.
 
Thomas Fisher
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Tom observed this new person in the way that was so accustomed to him. She was rather attractive, a few years older than him, although he couldn't quite pinpoint how much older she was than him. Most women could some how disguise their exact age and to Tom, that was almost a mystery. Not that her looks really mattered to him at this time with feelings for a certain supply officer seemed to be growing inside of him. "I didn't really smell it until I was closer. My stomach led me here." Tom didn't live on a schedule for food with being the pilot, which was partly the reason (as it had been explained to him) they were hiring a co-pilot. "Ask anyone, I don't stick to food times well." He smirked slightly, thinking about skipping meal times for more times to work and the threats he had recently received if he did not start regularly attending them.

Tom's smirk twisted into a frown as she said that it would take two more hours and he let a groan. Yes, it was childish to do so, but he wasn't one to hold back on his feelings from anyone. "Thomas Fisher, but everyone around here calls me Tom," he replied, letting her know his name. "I'm the pilot. I'm assuming you're the new cook or else you wouldn't be down here. I know I wouldn't if I didn't get hungry." He was in a more talkative mood today than he usually ever was. It could have been all the hours holed up on the bridge doing a two person job or it could have been the lack of wanting to actually talk to people that he wanted to try to reach out today. Either way, it was odd for him.
Edited by Thomas Fisher, Sep 11 2009, 07:42 PM.
 
Martha LaRoux
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Martha turned towards the groaning young man and smiled. She generally had strict rules about eating at specific times everyday, but for a profession such as that she was sure she could make an exception. It was a hard thing for a pilot to work; the hours were sparatic and often times one had to pilot right through lunch or even dinner, and had to take small breaks merely to grab something and head back to where they were. With that thought in mind, she began to move around the kitchen, looking for something to sate his hunger enough to hold him until the pasta was done. Then she would probably send someone to him with a plate of it.

"Well its nice to meet you Tom. What are you in the mood for. I suppose I could sneak you something to hold you off for a while." Looking through her food supplies, she began to shuffle through things. "I could make you a hoagie, or perhaps a blt? Oh, I forgot I brought eggs, what about an omelette?" Martha could be rather motherly at times, no matter who it was she was mothering. She supposed it had something to do with widow's remorse; never getting the chance to have a child while her husband was still alive. Martha was sure the feeling would pass, though the mannerisms were probably there to stay.
 
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Martha just won favor points with him. He wasn't one to take to the new people easily, actually he thought that they should have to jump over hurdles to prove their worth. He was more than willing to come up with some grueling process or some sort of initiation, although he was sure the captain wouldn't like that. It was probably because so many of the crew had left recently and the relationships he built up with them, well, they were all gone now and how was he supposed to let someone new in like that? He wasn't completely sure or trusting either, but if she was willing to make him food while the other stuff cooked for everyone else, Tom was not going to pass and offer up like this when he was hungry. Maybe new people weren't as bad as he thought.

Tom leaned back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair that was getting a little too long for his taste. He'd have to get that dealt with before they set off. His eyes lit up at the mention of an omelet. "An omelet sounds good." He should have said that he appreciated that she was doing this, but he wasn't like that at all. He wasn't going to start even if he felt like he was in a good mood today.
 
Martha LaRoux
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Mary nodded and got out the eggs, soon searching for a pan to cook the omelet in. Mary moved with a grace known only to Companions it seemed, as she practically danced about trying to get familiar with the kitchen in which she would be spending a surplus of time in. Of course, Mary didn't mind that one bit; she had always been a fan of cooking and was constantly looking for new things to make as well as making things up on her own. If anyone ever ran across her cookbook they would be amazed by the thickness of it. It might as well have been a book about the history of the universe. There were more recipes in there than any one person could believe.

"You're going to have to tell me some things you like in your omelet, my dear, so I can see if they're in my supplies." Mary had brought enough food to last the ship a good while when it came to feeding everyone. However, that didn't mean she had everything in that kitchen, and she didn't really want to guess and have him not like it. Eating was an experience that should be pleasureable; not just get rid of hunger.
 
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Fi raised an eyebrow as she heard Toms voice coming from the Galley. Then she heard the female voice an her other eyebrow raised as well. It wasn't that it was shocking that Tom was talking to someone, it was just strange that he was talking so much. A little part of her was insisting that he wasn't really talking all that much, but the rest of her ignored it. He was explaining to their new cook that he didn't stick to normal eating times. That he liked to be in the cockpit. She listened more, listened to the new womans voice grow warm as she offered him an omelet. Warm and caring, but Tom didn't care about anyone as Fi well knew. Then his voice came up again, "An omelet sounds good." He was excited, hopeful. Fi stiffened and twisted into the Galley, standing in the doorway watching the two.

"You're going to have to tell me some things you like in your omelet, my dear, so I can see if they're in my supplies." The tall beautiful woman was moving around, pulling ingredients with an air of someone well used to it. Even with the bruise on her face she was beautiful. Fi glanced down at her own ensemble, jeans boots a t-shirt and a vest. It was her average outfit, she never really dressed in anything else, and she always had various knives and guns on her person. She could feel her hair hanging loosely around her face and trailing over her shoulders and down her back. Again, she didn't do anything special, rarely ever did. She was surrounded by beautiful women but had never felt threatened before. This tall, brunette, well toned woman was making her feel like a grubby child.

"Do you always cook to order, or is this a special moment?" Her voice was dry and a little sharp. Not all that abnormal for the pint sized supply & communications officer. Her double duty helped keep her active mind constantly going. She wasn't always friendly and rarely ever so to strangers.

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Thomas Fisher
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Tom shrugged his shoulders lightly at her comment about what he wanted in his omelet. "Well, eggs would be a good start," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he was being the smart ass he usually was. "Uh... other than that. I dunno. Cheese, ham.... uh." He tried thinking of other things that could be put in an omelet. He didn't know when he had one of them last and he wasn't sure what he really liked in them. He could eat anything though. Tom wasn't too picky and he wouldn't refuse anything, even if she was to experiment and just throw things in the pan. He'd probably just eat it. He might complain, but he'd eat anything.

He glanced over as he heard Fi's voice. If he was one to get excited to see a person, he would have actually smiled at her, but that was not Tom. He just nodded his head lightly. "Hey, Fi." He actually greeted her. He heard her comment, but was oblivious at the sharpness directed at Martha. "She's making me something to eat since I have to spend all my time up on the bridge."
 
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