| Attack of the Midnight Munchies; -Tagged to Netta and Andi | |
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| Isis Nebula Troy | Feb 22 2011, 12:17 AM Post #1 |
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[blockquote]The event was hardly a rare one for Isis; sleepless nights came often, they always had. For better or worse, she had always been a light sleeper, which meant that the lightest noise or the smallest shift in temperature or ambient light was enough to at least temporarily invade her sleep, and if there was the smallest amount of unfinished business lurking in her subconscious then even the smallest interruption to her sleep cycle was enough to keep her from falling back to sleep. Other nights, it was just a matter of not being tired enough, or being too wound up, or too excited. And then, on those even rare occasions, such as this was, it was rather the opposite. Absolute and entire boredom. Weeks had dragged into months and she was absolutely convinced that this was some form of torture that her mother had invented solely for her torment, and Netta's. There was nothing new to do, there had been nothing new to do for forever. Rain was rain, and water was water, and they couldn't go swimming, and at this point she had become convinced she had watched the scientists run every scenario in the 'verse to try and find the answer to the riddle that was this god-forsaken planet. She knew why the fish wouldn't live here. It was simple. They died of boredom. Her mother had been somewhat less than amused at her obvious answer, however. So here they still were. She had tossed and turned for an hour or two, trying to keep from waking the sleeping Netta, before giving up entirely and dragging herself out of bed. It was useless trying to sleep at this point, and she could feel the vague rumbling of hunger beginning in her stomach. Chocolate always helped, right? She was pretty sure that she'd read something about the chemicals in chocolates inducing happy chemicals, which in turn would help her relax - it was sound logic, she decided. Quietly snagging a few odds and ends to throw over her sleeping shorts and tank, she slid out of the room and made her way on the familiar path to the kitchen. It would be mostly empty at this point of the night. The kitchen staff wouldn't be starting on the morning meal for at least another four hours, and the swing shift was generally well fed and on their way by this stage, especially when the ship was planet side and the crew on less of a twenty-four hour rotation. She passed only a couple of people in the halls on the path to the kitchen, padding through the hall with a yawn and a heavy sigh. Fortunately, even with the not quite asleep and not quite awake groggies, she had no trouble finding her way; this ship had been home for years now, and she could find her way from top to bottom, stern to stem and even a few places in between probably in her sleep. Isis slid into the kitchen, dropping her data pad onto the island in the middle of the large room as she traipsed towards the walk in freezer. Music, books, a few of her vids and about a week's worth of overdue assignments waited on the pad should she opt to find a way to keep herself busy, but she somehow doubted that she would be alone for long. A few minutes scrounging found the handful of sauces and syrups, a few different dried fruit toppings, and three different flavors of the frozen treat dubbed ice cream, and humming a random tune with a grin she found one of the large bowls from the shelves and started the process of creating the disastrous delight that she would call a sundae by the time it was said and done. [/blockquote] |
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| Netta Grayson | May 15 2011, 09:32 PM Post #2 |
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Netta found herself suddenly awake and was not sure why. She hadn’t been having any bad dreams and as far as she could tell she was comfortable, which in and of itself was odd. She rarely slept well or at all for that matter. She preferred to avoid sleep until it was a necessity to limit the number of times she’d have to deal with nightmares. Sitting up to look around she found herself alone in the room. Mystery solved. Either Isis leaving had woken her up, or just the fact that the room was now quieter with one less person in it breathing. Looking at the clock she estimated she had slept for about five hours, that more than enough to get her through the day. With a stretch she got out of bed to hunt down clothing. Rummaging through the closet that had become far too small for the large horde of clothing she had gathered over the last few years she settled on a frilly peach skirt the hung down just below her knees. She was fond of the way it swirled around when she came to a sudden stop or was feeling silly enough to spin in a circle. She found a pink and white horizontal striped sweater lying on the floor that had slipped its hanger and pulled it on over her head. It was not exactly high fashion, but she didn’t have anyone to look pretty for this time of night, or on the Tiānshĭ for that matter. By the time morning worked its way on to afternoon she’d probably find herself wearing something else, but that would wait until she knew more about what the day would bring. With the way things had been going on Ithica she was sure it would have rain at any rate. Without socks or shoes and slightly tangled hair she headed toward the galley in search of Isis, at this time of night it was the most likely spot to find her. She walked quietly down the silent corridors, the only sound being the occasional swish of her skirt. The closer she came to the galley the more breakfast just sounded like a good idea, though it was a bit early to be generous and start making enough for everyone. It would be hours still before most people came looking for breakfast. As she rounded the corner into the room and spotted Isis and the chaos of toppings Netta decided that pancakes and ice cream would be a perfect breakfast. She grinned at Isis and peeked at the bowl to see what combination she had managed. “So…” she said with a quizzical look, “Pancakes? Yes? No?” |
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| Andromeda Troy | May 16 2011, 03:59 PM Post #3 |
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Andi had been asleep for less than three dreamless hours when her eyes snapped open. Dark eyes inspected her room carefully, noting familiar shadows and blinking lights. Everything was where it was supposed to be, it didn't feel as though there was an extra presence in the room. Sitting up carefully Andi looked around once more to try and figure out why she'd woken up. Nothing. With a sigh she chalked it up to knowing things needed to be done and swung her legs off the bed. Andi scrubbed a hand through her messy hair and cracked her neck before idly scratching the skin behind her knee, just above the hem of her striped knee high socks. The captain had a habit of kicking her blanket off of her legs and then her feet got cold. Socks were the easy way to fix frozen toes. She stumbled over to the closet, shoving open the doors and snickering at the clothes that seemed to be popping out of the area to attack her. Half the clothes weren't even her own, they belonged to the girls. She rummaged around the floor for a moment before she found a pair of wool knit boots and pulled them on over her socks. A loud rumbling from just south told Andi her first stop needed to be the mess and the statuesque woman snagged her robe on the way out of her room. A few appreciative whistles, a few more embarrassed blushes and one shake of the head followed the woman on her way to the galley for food. Maybe she should have actually closed the robe? Either way it didn't really matter, it was her ship and she could dress however she liked. If she wanted to wander around in her underwear and a cropped shirt that was her own business. Chocolate sounded like it would be nice, maybe they still had ice cream. Andi turned the corner and stopped in the doorway, smiling at the view in front of her. Netta was mixing up something in a bowl while Isis bopped about behind her, eating ice cream out of another bowl. Toppings and various other ingredients for what looked like pancakes were strewn across the counter tops and the radio was playing a cheery tune. "Do we still have some of that cinnamon roll frosting filling stuff to go on the pancakes?" Andi asked as she came into the room, dropping a kiss onto Isis's forehead before standing behind Netta and wrapping her arms around the girls shoulders and squeezing her gently, resting her chin on the girls shoulder. "You aren't sleeping enough, purple isn't a good color when it's on your face darling," Her eyes slid over to Isis and she eyeballed the girls bowl carefully, giving her big puppy eyes, hoping to get a bite of whatever concoction her baby had whipped up. |
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| Isis Nebula Troy | May 16 2011, 08:42 PM Post #4 |
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By the time that Isis' conglomaration was complete, the bowl that she'd scavenged for the oversized sundae held chocolate, vanilla and rocky road scoops, with butterscotch and caramel topping, whipped cream and hot fudge sauce, as well as marachino cherries, marshmallows, sliced pecans and candied peach bits. She was nothing if not open minded to what could share the same bowl, and even less particular when it came to her sweets, as much as her mother might encourage her at times to refine her tastes with some of the rare delicacies. In her opinon, sweet was sweet... and she did love sweet. By the time that she'd shoved at least the ice cream back into the freezer and taken her first few bites, she could hear the sound of shuffling feet approaching, confirming her earlier prediction that she wouldn't be alone for long. A smile pulled up her lips as she saw the form of Nettie slipping in through the side doors of the kitchen, and she waved an extra spoon in the other girl's direction. "Ice cream and pancakes?" Isis questioned, with a grin, one long leg drawn up to let her heel press against the edge of the stool she sat on, her arm curling around the bony knee that came to rest to her shoulder. "Sure, sounds like midnight bliss." She said, taking her own spoon and diving it into the mess to come up with a new mouthful of ice cream and fruit. "Though I don't know if there's enough ice cream left, we might have to resort to eating the hot fudge right out of the bucket." She suggested with a grin. As if that would be the worst fate ever.... "Mmm. Pancaked with hot fudge..." She murmured around a mouthful of pecans. "Brillian idea Netta, I definitely approve." She said emphatically. She wasn't all that surprised that she wasn't the only one awake. The time they'd spent on this water world had been dreary for everyone that didn't find the rain cycle and the miniscule life span of fish fascinating. Cabin fever was making her restless, which meant that others on the ship had to be being affected by it too. Not that Netta slept all that often as it was; most nights the two of them spent hours exchanging idle chatter or listening to music or watching a vid before Isis would slip off, with Netta occasionally drifting off a little while later. Isis could understand, given the girl's history, but that didn't mean it was any healthier for her than anyone else. About the time that she was about to offer to help, the door swung open again, admitting the long and elegant Andromeda... and yes, somehow, even in her knee high striped socks, boy shorts and midriff baring cut off t-shirt... Andy managed to look elegant. Isis let out a wistful sigh, accompanied with a quick grin, though she pulled the large bowl towards her, shielding it half protectively as her eyes narrowed teasingly as her mother eyed the bowl of ice cream goodness. "What have you got to trade, for my gourmet delight?" She challenged with a pointedly raised eyebrow as she dangled another spoon in the general vicinity but just out of reach of her mother's grasp -- at least from where she was drifting at the moment. "And she is right, Netta you look much better in blue. Or green." She suggested blithely, with a quiet giggle, leaning back comfortably against her mom. "I keep telling her we should try a sleep out in the arboretum but every time we go to give it a shot Riley's running some experiment or something so... I think we should go camping. Can we camp here?" Isis asked Andromeda, tilting her head back to blink up at Andy. |
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| Netta Grayson | May 16 2011, 10:34 PM Post #5 |
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Netta leaned into Andi’s hug with a smile, “I can’t help it, me and sleep just don’t seem to get along. I’m a dog person and Sleep’s a cat person maybe. . .” She added a bit more to the mix now that Andi was here too, it didn’t take much to do. “So pancakes and ice cream for three, if Isis has left us any ice cream that is.” She busied herself with making the pancakes while Andi begged for ice cream. “If that really is the last of it you’d better save me at least one bite, or I may never make you pancakes again,” she called over her shoulder to Isis. It was an idle threat of course Netta liked to cook and could often be found making up one thing or another in the galley just because. There was always someone around willing to eat yummy food they didn’t have to cook themselves. The pancakes were just starting to get little bubbles in them and almost ready for flipping when she heard Isis ask about camping. She turned away from the stove to see if she was serious or not, “Are you kidding? Camping in the rain is just miserable.” Turning back to the stove she started flipping the pancakes, “Though the Atrium would be great… we’d get the whole outside without the weather thing.” She grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and slid the pancakes off the griddle to the plate and turned the stove off. She brought the plate over with a dramatic flourish and set it down on the table, Before turning to grab a few empty plates setting them with the other. “So do we actually have anything to do today or are entertaining ourselves again?” she asked she looked over the scattered ingredients on the tabletop and gathered up some favorites. |
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| Andromeda Troy | May 17 2011, 04:30 PM Post #6 |
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Andi's eyes narrowed as her child held an extra spoon just out of her reach. She was lucky she was cute and Netta was snuggly. She clutched the natural blond a bit tighter and looked over her shoulder down at the mix she was making. Pancakes and ice cream. Wonderful idea. A long warm form flopped up against the brunette and she looked down her side to Isis. She dropped another kiss onto the girls forehead and snagged the spoon, taking a bite of ice cream and caramel sauce and who knew what else. "Netta's right. Camping in the rain is miserable and will only lead to a stay in the infirmary. I'll talk to Riley and clear the Atrium for a couple nights, how's that sound?" The taller woman detached herself from her girls and snagged a stool so she could watch them both, a faint satisfied smile on her face. She couldn't really be upset that they weren't getting enough sleep. She herself didn't sleep anywhere near enough to keep the average person up and going. Thankfully she wasn't the average person. It made things easier. "It depends on how your school work is looking. Some of the scientists need help logging information correctly and I think Dr. Caldwell could use some help in medical getting things in her own kind of order." That was something that happened every time they got a new doctor on board. They each had their own way of organizing things, both for comfort and for finding things easier. Andi was a big believer in labeling drawers and cabinets for that very reason. The girls had been on label duty more than once down there. "Speaking of the doc, you might want to talk to her about this aversion you have for sleep Netta. She might have something for you to take care of these things, or she might know someone you could talk to." Again it wouldn't be the first time Andi had offered this to her younger child. Netta was very self sufficient and liked to show how capable and mature she was through actions rather than simply expecting people to treat her as such. She was a tiny adult most of the time, but she was still a little (teenaged) girl and if she wasn't comfortable talking about all the things that hurt her heart and soul with Andi and Isis, well the captain didn't think there was anything wrong with talking to someone professional to get yourself back on track. |
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| Isis Nebula Troy | May 22 2011, 08:17 PM Post #7 |
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The blonde's lips curled into a grin at the look of mock death that her mother shot in her direction, knowing that neither components of that would last long. Isis wouldn't be able to withhold the spoon for long, and Andromeda was never able to hold even pretend ire in her daughter's direction for long. Even when it was far more deserved than in this circumstance. Still, it was amusing, at least in situations such as this. She couldn't stop the groan that escaped as both Netta and Andy demolished any hope for getting off of the ship for a night or two, her head flopping dramatically forward to bang against the table as she sighed. "Where is your sense of adventure?" She questioned, her voice half muffled by the mess of blonde hair that tousled around her before she brought her head up, her chin resting on the table and eyeing her mother over the large bowl between them. "All right, fine, I suppose if that's the best I'm going to get out of the two of you." She grumped mildly. Not that she had expected much more in the way of enthusiasm. It was ridiculously dreary out there. But at least it would have been out. It looked like the atrium would have to do. "For now." She threatened, reminded, stated. "But if we don't get off this sh'en li'qi yan soon I'm going to shoot someone. Consider yourselves warned." She said emphatically, tapping her spoon against the side of the bowl in emphasis. "And no, it isn't the exact last, but I'll save you some anyway," She replied to Netta with a grin. "Though we are going to have to resupply soon. What are the chances that you'll let me and Netta coerce Hart into a trip off world to get food and all the other necessities that we're going to be out of soon?" She asked, hopeful that she would be able to find some chink in the chains that kept her here. There had to be some loophole. She just knew it. Isis' nose crept into an expression of distaste as her mother mentioned homework, followed on the heels by the mention of the scientists and their never ending need to reorganize and reassess and refile all the papers that they'd just put away the week before... Most time, she didn't mind, or could at least pretend not to, but with the boredom hovering in the air tangibly around her, having to deal with the attention seeking and demanding attitudes of the prima donnas that her mother was carting around the 'verse was starting to grate some. Still, Isis' attention perked at the reminder of the newest arrival on the ship, and if she had been a cat her ears would have swiveled -- as it was, she straightened visibly, her stoold swiveling to let her side rest against the table so as to better get her mother into her field of vision as she pounced upon the topic around a mouthful of icecream and caramel. "Rumor has it, mother dearest, that the newest member of your crew is an absolute fox -- do tell, is it truth or cruel falsehood meant to crush a young woman's dreams of romance and happy ever after?" ** god forsaken rock |
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