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ataraxion2012-11-10 10:59 am
unparental) wrote in ataraxion2012-11-10 10:59 am
( 12 ) video ✶ come on skinny love just last the year pour a little salt we were never here
--id list.
[ jenna's face is slightly pinched, but it turns into a smile now; a little strained, but genuine. ]
All right, I'm sure everyone's seen the great taunter's latest attempt to make us all crazy-- I'll let the geek squad tear that one apart, I'm pretty sure nothing I have to add on that creep is all that constructive.
[ she rolls her eyes a little. ]
Anyway. For those of you who don't know me-- I'm Jenna, welcome to space, sorry about the part where no one asked you if you wanted to come at all. And to cover the first half of the spiel: yes, space! No, I'm not crazy or lying, and you're not dreaming.
That out of the way: since I might as well make it official, if you're one of our less culinarily-inclined core and want to not starve dinners happen nightly on the far side of floor one. Rules are: under thirteen, you get to fly free. Older than that and you either help clean or cook yourself or you don't eat-- freeloaders get the boot barring special circumstances.
...bringing bribes of extra, non-space generic brand food or dessert also gets a free pass.
[ so basically give her a good enough sob story or pony up. ]
Other rules include but are not limited to 'no law at the table', 'it's not a debate if personal insults are involved', 'don't be a jerk', and 'clear your own plate, nobody here is your servant'.
It's pretty much tacos, lasagna, and tuna noodle-- but hey, if anyone who didn't mostly learn to cook real people, adult food while trying to keep a fifteen year old boy with a weed habit full wants to help fancy it up, I'm ready and willing to learn in advance.
[ her expression goes a little more serious. ]
I know the life and death stuff is... life and death, and therefore priority. But people need normality, too, so before you ask me 'but Jenna, why are you acting like anything is okay? Spin around in circles more' think about how much just having a meal to look forward to at the end of the day helps everything feel a little less insane.
It can be easy to feel like if you don't know how to... I don't know, split an atom or rescue people from burning buildings, you're kind of non-essential out here. [ she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ] Not to be a complete hippie, but normality is just as important as making science. [ sup, hipster nerds. ] Different important, but equally valid.
I guess my point is, none of us need to tackle this by ourselves. [ with a tiny smile, now, because nerd. ] 'Live together, die alone'.
And on that cheery note-- sorry, I generally try to do upbeat, not in denial of reality-- welcome to space, new kids.
[ jenna's face is slightly pinched, but it turns into a smile now; a little strained, but genuine. ]
All right, I'm sure everyone's seen the great taunter's latest attempt to make us all crazy-- I'll let the geek squad tear that one apart, I'm pretty sure nothing I have to add on that creep is all that constructive.
[ she rolls her eyes a little. ]
Anyway. For those of you who don't know me-- I'm Jenna, welcome to space, sorry about the part where no one asked you if you wanted to come at all. And to cover the first half of the spiel: yes, space! No, I'm not crazy or lying, and you're not dreaming.
That out of the way: since I might as well make it official, if you're one of our less culinarily-inclined core and want to not starve dinners happen nightly on the far side of floor one. Rules are: under thirteen, you get to fly free. Older than that and you either help clean or cook yourself or you don't eat-- freeloaders get the boot barring special circumstances.
...bringing bribes of extra, non-space generic brand food or dessert also gets a free pass.
[ so basically give her a good enough sob story or pony up. ]
Other rules include but are not limited to 'no law at the table', 'it's not a debate if personal insults are involved', 'don't be a jerk', and 'clear your own plate, nobody here is your servant'.
It's pretty much tacos, lasagna, and tuna noodle-- but hey, if anyone who didn't mostly learn to cook real people, adult food while trying to keep a fifteen year old boy with a weed habit full wants to help fancy it up, I'm ready and willing to learn in advance.
[ her expression goes a little more serious. ]
I know the life and death stuff is... life and death, and therefore priority. But people need normality, too, so before you ask me 'but Jenna, why are you acting like anything is okay? Spin around in circles more' think about how much just having a meal to look forward to at the end of the day helps everything feel a little less insane.
It can be easy to feel like if you don't know how to... I don't know, split an atom or rescue people from burning buildings, you're kind of non-essential out here. [ she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ] Not to be a complete hippie, but normality is just as important as making science. [ sup, hipster nerds. ] Different important, but equally valid.
I guess my point is, none of us need to tackle this by ourselves. [ with a tiny smile, now, because nerd. ] 'Live together, die alone'.
And on that cheery note-- sorry, I generally try to do upbeat, not in denial of reality-- welcome to space, new kids.
l o c k e d
All right. So. I have ...kind of two favors to ask, and one is one hundred percent opt out.
Easy one first: can you guys keep your ear to the ground for anyone seeming... very, very anti-creatures that go bump? [ because derek's warning is still weighing heavily. ] The last thing I need right now is to end up staked before the creepy emote gets its shot.
[ jenna no that joke is not funny. ]
The second one is... no one has to say yes, okay? But with everything going on, if I want to help as much as I can, synthetic isn't a good call. And since medbay has a limited stock of human, I don't want to raid it for snacktime. [ she sighs. ] I know this is so, so awkward and trust me-- it's uncomfortable to ask at all, I just...
[ she trails off there, abandons the sentence. ] Anyway. If some of you don't mind, let me know. We can talk with medbay about how to handle it.
/ l o c k e d
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