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[runningred]

OOM: We need to talk about Jason.

Red Robin and Squire have a long talk about that happened in the arena that night. About what happened to Jay.

{ooc: minor warnings for passing mentions of last OOM's violence.}



Meanwhile, Jay has his own system with his new T-minus. Chilling on a houseboat in Cambodia, he opens a chat to Milliways.

sanguineCucullate began trolling
SC: Line open.


{ooc: begging slowtime.}

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[sunbaked_baker]

Since the fiasco with Autor's delayed messages, Rae has been much better about regularly feeding her T-Minus. She has prepared a dish of vanilla sugar-water for it, leaving herself signed in while she makes cinnamon rolls. She doesn't recognize many of the names that are signed in - a side-effect of her not using her T-Minus much, Rae supposes, but she leaves a message for any who might be interested.

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SG: There'll be hot, fresh cinnamon rolls in half an hour, if anybody wants one (or more)!

[runningred]

CS: Get behind me temptress.
CS: you really do know the way to my heart, Dread Baker.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae looks over from washing measuring cups when she hears the T-Minus ping, then dries her hands on her apron, and comes over. She can't help but laugh, grinning as she types a reply.

SS: Oh you know it. Through the stomach is my favorite way to anyone's heart.

So long as that heart is beating. She isn't about to mention the more direct, less metaphorical, less benign route she takes, then.

SS: What have you been up to, Pixie Boots?

[runningred]

CS: my cooking's not anywhere good enough for that route.
CS: You know me.
CS: Living a clean and trouble free life.
CS: I've even taken up fishing.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: Is that your cooking I smell, or just BS? >:P
SS: You and trouble have each other on speed-dial.

[runningred]

CS: hey! My cooking's not that bad.
CS: but seriously, laying low on a friend's houseboat in Cambodia.
CS: turns out I'm pretty handy with a fishing spear.
CS: pity you're a vego or I'd bring you something.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: A houseboat sounds nice and peaceful. Like a good place to lay low, catch some sun, and give whatever's been riled up a chance to settle. I'm almost jealous.
SS: You don't need to bring me anything, you know.
SS: If you wanted to bring me something, I wouldn't say no to a local recipe or spices. I doubt I could find Cambodia on a map, even if countries in our worlds shared names.

[runningred]

CS: had to make a quick exit from England.
CS: got my face seen by witnessed.
CS: not that I think the police are going to believe what they saw.
CS: welcome to come hang out, you know.
CS: spices I can do. Been training with one of the local villages.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: I'm terribly tempted.

And she is. Some time away from the surprisingly cramped universe of Milliways, without any pressure, without the front door waiting for her to no longer be a coward...

SS: I'll bring cinnamon rolls.

[runningred]

CS: Come on, Dread Baker.
CS: how long since you took a holiday?
CS: besides, you'd like it here.
CS: hot and sunny.
CS: hit me up when you finished baking and I'll open a door.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: You're a bad influence, you know that?
SS: I really appreciate your bad influence, though.
SS: Cinnamon rolls'll be out in fifteen minutes, then iced and ready in another fifteen.

She can use that first fifteen minutes or so to go change clothes, just in case swimming is an option.

[runningred]

CS: I live to tempt :)
CS: see you in half hour then.
CS: bring bathers.


Jay looks critically around the little boat and starts tidying up. There are a few too many weapons laying around.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: Like I'd forget! :D

Rae grins at the T-Minus before setting it down to let it finish its feeding.

After taking a moment to check on the cinnamon rolls in the ovens, Rae slips off her apron and heads upstairs to change. She comes down in pink flip-flops and her blue wave-patterned bathing suit with a sheer, light blue wrap on over it. Sunshine hasn't added to her collection of scars in some time, but sometimes it's still hard for her not to be self-conscious about them.

Soon the cinnamon rolls are out of the oven and have cooled enough to be iced. Soon the gooey icing has been drizzled thickly into cinnamon-sugary crevasses and over warm doughy spirals, and all is ready. Rae puts four of the cinnamon rolls on a large plate and covers them, setting the plate aside. She sets another cinnamon roll on a smaller plate, then goes out to the bar room to leave the plate and the tray with the Bar. A quick notice left on the Specials board will let people know that Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head are available by direct purchase from the Bar, while they last.

Lastly, Rae asks the Bar to make sure Autor gets the cinnamon roll on the plate, should he come by while she is out.

And... that seems to take care of everything.

SS: Ready when you are, Pixie Boots!

[runningred]

Jay opens the door with a blast of steamy air. And grins as he inhales the smell of cinnamon.

He nods to the door. "Well, come on."

because these two need to meet

[explosive_artist]

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PI: Anyone around?

[runningred]

CS: not technically around.
CS: testing to see if I could reach the bar with this.
CS: seems as if I can. That'll be useful.
CS: Hi.

[explosive_artist]

PI: Cool. I'm offsite too.
PI: Guess this confirms these work across...locations.
PI: Do you mind chatting with me while I run some scans here?
PI: Trying to establish if these things give off any detectable radiation or signal.
PI: For reasons.

[runningred]

CS: across universes at a guess
CS: sure, will do.
CS: I'm in a very remote location so the chances of a hack at this end are pretty low.
CS: I get reasons.

[explosive_artist]

PI: Prime.
PI: Since you're helping me, I guess I should give you something to call me by.
PI: Let's go with Spectre Five for now.
PI: And I'm more worried about things on my end.
PI: So far nothing from the t-minus but what would be expected of a small life form.

[runningred]

SC: Nice to meet you, Spectre Five.
SC: You can call me Red.
SC: They're weird little things, aren't they?
SC: Mine seems to attract butterflies.
SC: that could be the sugar water.

[explosive_artist]

PI: Not sure what a butterfly is.
PI: Some kind of animal?
PI: Nice to meet you, Red.

[runningred]

It takes Jay a few minutes to work out how to upload an image.


SC: Large insects. Very colourful.
SC: I think they're trying to steal the T-minus' sugar water.
SC: Harmless and pretty.
SC: the ones here around about the size of my hand.

sanguineCucullate [SC] sent file "Butterfly.jpeg"

[explosive_artist]

PI: Ah. Now I get it. And see a flaw in my translation program.*
PI: I also didn't realize these could send files.
PI: At least small ones.
PI: OK, nothing pops up on any scan used in the Empire here.
PI: No trace of a signal nor hint of the device itself, beyond that of a small life form.
PI: Looks like I'm good to use this while at home.



[OOC: *Or when the mun realizes butterflies exist and are named as such in SW canon.]

[runningred]

SC: Neither did I but it seems to have worked.
SC: The T-minus kinda bumped against my camera till it worked
SC: Well that's good. Having interdimensional tech has it's advantages.

[explosive_artist]

PI: Definitely has it's advantages.
PI: Well, experiment done and I've things to blow up.
PI: See you in Mways sometime, or here again.
PI: Take care.

[runningred]

CS: have fun blowing things up.
CS: see you around.

[feminine_menace]

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RR: 'sup
RR: are you new to Milliways
RR: or just T-Minus?

[runningred]

CS: Jay here.
CS: Just new to the T-minus
CS: weird thing that it is.
CS: nice to have something unhackable.
CS: and something I can reach the bar with from outside
CS: how's things, YT.

[feminine_menace]

RR: oh, hey there! :)
RR: stuff is pretty good
RR: have an interesting story about responding to a Code
RR: but you'll have to see me in person. ;)
RR: how about you? you take care of that business you were talking about?

[runningred]

CS: yeah, got that sorted.
CS: having to lay low as a response.
CS: upside, learning how to fish.
CS: look forward to hearing this story of yours.

[feminine_menace]

RR: haha i guess you pissed someone off real bad
RR: man after my own heart
RR: but seriously, hope you can stay safe

YT doesn't want something bad to happen to Jay before he can make good on his offer of a date, after all!

[runningred]

CS: got my face seen.
CS: no recordings fortunately
CS: need to lay low till it blows over.
CS: the offended parties have bigger problems to worry about than me now.

[feminine_menace]

RR: bigger problems for the win!

YT is not going to ask what they are. Even if Jay would tell her, she's not completely sure she wants to know.

RR: well, hopefully you can still come here
RR: even while you're keeping a low profile
RR: you know, if you get bored of fishing

[runningred]

SC: Haven't forgotten.
SC: Should be back in about a week.
SC: Need to finish up some stuff here.
SC: Spear fishing is surprisingly challenging. The fish here tend to make you work for it.

[feminine_menace]

YT has to wonder what it is with her and dudes who harpoon things. Okay, Jay is technically spear fishing, but that's a lot like harpooning, right?

RR: rawr
RR: you are doing a much cooler kind of fishing than i thought

[runningred]

SC: Keeps me occupied.
SC: Left most of my tools behind.

[feminine_menace]

RR: i gotta say, you have interesting hobbies

Just then, YT hears her mom's car in the driveway, and the rumble of the garage door opening.

RR: mom's home
RR: she doesn't know about Milliways, so i gotta go
RR: catch up with you later
RR: have fun spear fishing! :)

[runningred]

CS: stay out of trouble.
CS: or at least don't get caught.
CS: see you next week.

sanguineCucullate signing out.