Futuristic 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 -- ic

[elanara]

ONE HUNDRED MILES OUTSIDE OF PHORIA S74C'S ORBIT





2.537 MILLION LIGHTYEARS AWAY FROM EARTH

You've been at space for four years now. The first six months were spent awake, performing typical, mundane duties on the spacecraft. During that time, you traveled from earth to a wormhole just beyond our solar system, using it to slingshot you closer to a series of planets your predecessor, the Halcyon IV, was meant to explore years prior. From that point forward, it took an additional three and a half years to reach Phoria S74C's orbit - the last known destination of the Halcyon IV.

The rest of that time was spent in deep sleep.

72 hours ago, you and the rest of the crew finally came out of stasis. The captain gave an extra day to allow everyone to fully recover from its effects (see: dizziness, nausea, vertigo, etc). Some of you spent that time in the medical bay, mess hall, or even alone your own private quarters. But now that extra day is coming to an end.

Per the captain's orders, everyone is to enjoy one last dinner together to celebrate a safe, successful journey to their destination, settle any lingering nerves anyone might have about the mission, and also to boost morale. Instead of assigning cooking duties to one specific member, everyone (well, mostly everyone) has decided to pitch in a dish or two for all to share.

This is one last opportunity for the crew to relax and enjoy each other's company before the real mission begins. In the morning, they'll be heading down to the surface and finally discover whatever mysteries on Phoria S74C await them.

 

[CozyRanger]

BEATRIX LEINHARDT
The Doctor
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LOG
07:00 - 16:30
There had not been much of a rest period for Beatrix once they had all been awakened. She had immediately reported for duty in the medical bay and requested all members visit her for check ups. She was thorough in her duties and took extra care to ensure every member of her crew was fit and healthy. The body was strong, but being in stasis for years could have unwelcome side effects even for the most seasoned of professionals.

Pleased that her job was fulfilled, she spent the late morning in the kitchen preparing a number of dishes for them all. Flour caked her face and attire as she prepared a dessert. Simmering in the pot beside her were some veggies and stock, ready for a stew. They all needed to feed their bodies and work on gathering their strength before the real mission began. The earthy scent of cooking filled the room, mixing with the sweet notes of the pie.

There would be no surprise that music also quietly played in the corner, the usual suspect of ABBA that would tell anyone approaching who was already occupying the kitchen. For anyone who also wanted to prepare a meal, she was sure to leave space and offer conversation to them, keeping it light-hearted even if the perfectionist in her wanted to offer another medical check up. She could be... casual. Casual was a thing she could do.

17:30 -- Kitchen
Her stew already sat at the table in the kitchen, a lid sat atop the pot to keep it warm. Trix decided to carry in the blueberry pie, though, after she'd gotten ready. She was in her usual off-duty attire, but that attire wasn't particularly informal. She needed to be prepared for anything, so she still carried some first-aid supplies incase of emergencies. Though, she had some light makeup and nice earrings in so.. that was effort from her.

Entering the kitchen, she set the pie down on the table and looked over the array of food that her crewmates had prepared whilst she waited for them.

 

[elanara]

NISHIMURA JIN
the engineer​

Jin's deep down in the engine bay and halfway through his maintenance check-list when he smells dinner cooking in the kitchen.

If he wasn't hungry before, he definitely is now. His stomach grumbles violently in his belly. "Damn, that smells good." He leans his head back and takes in the mouthwatering aroma of Veryl's macaroni and cheese, Trix's stew, and Sinyav - er, Captain's - meat pies wafting in through the vents. Jessie was making his chili, no doubt, and if not that, then something. And that wasn't even including all the other shit the others were making, too.

It was sure to be a feast - that much he knew for sure.

And the best part about it? He wasn't cooking a damn thing.

If four years of being cramped together on one ship together has taught anyone anything, it was to never rely on Jin to feed anybody. Not unless you wanted to live off of burnt pizza and hot dogs for a whole week.

But - that didn't mean he planned on not contributing. In fact, his contribution was - in his humble opinion - the best of all.

A twenty year old bottle of brandy - oak barrel aged, velvety smooth, and well over a thousand dollars. He was saving it for when the mission was over, but the more he thought about it, the more he figured they oughta break it out now. After all, there was no telling what would happen to them down there - if they'd make it home, or end up facing the same fate as Hal Four. So they might as well enjoy it now, while they still could.

Then the thought clicked in Jin's mind - he could finish up his work down here later, after dinner was over. He'd done enough already anyway, and the thought of drinking was too enticing to ignore. Without having to mull it over any further, he sets his things down and heads upstairs, scoops the bottle from his room, then makes his way through the corridors towards the kitchen, where the smell of dinner grew stronger and the beat of Trix's music grew louder.

...
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He's the first to show up.

If the others planned on putting in an effort into their appearance, Jin certainly didn't. He's dressed in his usual get up - a grey wife-beater, cargo pants, and a pair of standard issue work boots. He hadn't packed anything fancy. This was a rescue mission, after all. Hardly the occasion to wear a nice shirt.

His eyes widen at the full spread that's taken over the main dining table, zeroing in on a plate full of cookies. Snickerdoodle. Hell yeah. Swiftly, without even trying to hide it, he swipes one off the top and takes a bite. "You look all nice n' fancy." He says to Trix, taking a moment to notice the small amount of makeup she put on. It's half sarcasm half a genuine complement. It's clear to him that she takes these sorts of things way more seriously than he does.

He looks back up and down the length of the table. Everyone else's dishes are there, but it's not difficult to tell Trix's creations apart from the rest. "Dang. You really went all out this time, huh?" There's a pie on the table too, he notices. Looks like it came right out of the oven.

He sets the bottle of brandy next to the pie, then digs into the cabinets for a bottle of wine. He'd wait on the brandy for when the rest were here - ya know, to be considerate and all that. He pours himself a big glass, then another for Trix. "The other guys need to hurry up. I'm fucking starving." He takes a large sip. "Would it be rude to start eating without them?" He asks, sarcastically. He knows the answer is yes, yes it is rude to start without them, but like always, he's mainly curious to see what her reaction might be.

 

[BloopNoodle]

Jessie North
The Second-in-Command​

Making a baked pasta dish was never Jessie’s specialty, he’ll admit. But making sure the team got proper nutrition and hydration after being in cryo-sleep for three and a half years really is top priority. A protein pasta for the base, mixed in with venison meat and three different cheeses and tomato sauce meant this was a delightful smelling dish. sure, it wasn’t particularly fresh ingredients. But with the way they could store food now meant it was still good to eat.

He’d woken up with minimal side effects, as expected. He’d only been in cryo-sleep a few times now, but every time he only got a few dizzy spells and fatigue. Not much nausea on his end. He’d gone to the Doc, and Trix gave him some basic pain killers for the headache. Then he was good as new. Hitting the gym for some early sessions to repare the minimal damage cryo-sleep had done, keeping a journal of everything he did and side effects of the next 24 hours. He’s thrilled that theres not much to deal with, and by the time he’s in the kitchen prepping his pasta bake, he feels ‘peachy keen’ as his mama would’ve put it. He’s skirting around the Doc easily, used to the ebb and flow of at least three of them in the kitchen at once. Dr. Choi is sitting on a stool making her dumplings, so she’s less of a ‘hazard’ to work around. Poor girl got so cryo-sick she was dry heaving in the hallways almost an hour after they thawed. He just held her hair back and grimaced for a while.

But she seemed fine now, sitting there. Fine enough that they were both humming along to Abba as they made their dishes, a playlist the doc seemed to have on repeat. jessie didn’t mind it, even though it wasn’t his first pick. He liked the variety though. He was standing behind one of the half walls, so it’s understandable Jin didn’t see him.

“Yes, it would be rude.” He says from behind the wall, grabbing the pasta dish and bringing it to the main table. He brings Talia’s dish as well, since she went to fix her hair. I swear, cryo-sleep makes your hair so dry, she’d said. I need some product. With that she went back to her room and promised to be quick. He set both dishes on the table, making sure there were plates, silverware, etc. He seemed in a very relaxed fit, complimenting his mood. Simple baby blue long-sleeve sweat shirt (the sleeves are rolled up as he sets the table and handles food) with white sweat pants that obviously aren’t a set, but seem to work anyways. His hair is pulled up in a tight bun for while he was cooking.

He knows Jin was probably trying to poke the bear, or rile the Doc up, but with Jessie’s response free from irritation he’s not sure how well that’d work. “We’re still missing the majority of the crew. If Talia takes too long and the rest are here though, we can start.” Talia did, at this point, have a very bad rap for being consistently late. Dinners, meet ups, movies. Heck, she was late to their own send off party. Pretty sure it had ended one of her past relationships if their conversations were anything to go by. So he knew waiting for her would probably let the rest of the food go cold.