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Date & Time: November 16th - 19th.
Location: Kitchen/cafeteria.
Characters: Apollo & open!
Summary: Screw the mutiny, she just got back from a hunting trip and she has delicious animals to occupy her instead.
Warnings: Abundance of rudeness/swearing I'm sure, and uh she's kind of turned part of the kitchen into a temporary butcher shop for a little bit so there's that. Is that a gore warning? (yes probably)

[ It was literally only a few hours before this whole mutiny business went down that Apollo had come back from a hunting trip with some fresh kills. So naturally when everything went to shit, she more or less thought 'wow fuck this I'm getting some food', dragged the delicious animal carcasses to the kitchen, and began slicing up the two deer into slabs of meat.

She seemed to be pretty pleased with herself as she went about this whole process, dancing a bit to herself with the only music being her own sing song voice saying things such as, ] Fuck you guuuys ~ dunno how to do a damn mutiiiiiny ~ fuckin' workin' in the dark cause you guys are dick doodles on a bathroom waalll ~

[ Accompanying her is her dog Metalhead; an enormous, monstrous looking beast who is nothing but complacent as he watches with an occasionally wagging tail when Apollo sings (badly) to him, or sneaking a fish or two from the pile of fish she has also brought back with her.

Eventually she has her meats prepared and stored (although the bloody mess doesn't get cleaned right away), and decides aw yeah, time for some fried fish. As she cooks (yes, cooks - she's actually not horrible at it even though her carelessness would suggest otherwise), she continues her sing song bitching, and tosses a few fish to her companion. Over the next few days of mutiny bullshit, Apollo can still be reliably found in the kitchen/cafeteria area frying, cooking, and eating various animals while continuing on idly bitching about this thing or that. So did you hear her horrible singing? Just want a sandwich? Follow the deer blood trail? Stumble in while she's arm deep in deer blood and guts or later on when all she's doing is innocently feeding her dog? Whatever goes, dudes. Want a fish? ]

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[Blaine was coming to refill his bottle of water. He had it halfway to his lips to finish off the rest when he walked into what looked like a massacre with bloody smears and parts everywhere. He stopped and slowly lowered the bottle as he looked around. There was someone singing horribly and a nearly overwhelming smell of copper. If he wasn't so familiar with it he might have gagged. There was nothing like the smell of so much bloody meat, even if it wasn't rotten.

He lets his voice join hers in a better sing-song voice.]

...someone's been a busy girl~

[ Without missing a beat as she slices another hunk of meat off the deer, she sing songs back at him. ]

There ain't a day in the life ~ that I ain't gettin' busy ~

[ Never one to be bothered by suddenly having company (in fact she loves company, which is just as well since she is literally almost always in the way somehow), Apollo looks over and smiles at him. She friendly for sure, but she's also covered in blood because she makes a damn mess with everything she does, so that could be uh, a little off putting to say the least. ]

[He can only laugh at the bloody picture in front of him.] That is a sight. You look like you've been rolling around in that carcass and not just butchering it.

[Blaine debated on if he should even try to sit anywhere and risk the blood.]

Yeah, you've definitely been busy with something. Are you going to eat all that meat or will you share? I've got great recipes for pot roast.

Well I might've been, you dunno.

[ She hasn't of course, she's just got a knack for making spectacular messes. And while she is capable of cooking things, she doesn't exactly follow actual recipes or do anything fancy, so the mention of pot roast recipes sounds pretty good to her. ]

Plan on sharin' with my dog, but I 'spose I can share with people too. Can't be the only one 'round here who's sick of that granola shit they're tryin' to pass off as protein, yeah?

Protein bars have quickly become my least favorite thing. You think in the future they'd have figured out how to make it taste better, but a thousand years later and they still taste like shit.

[Blaine wandered around the table towards the less bloody side of the room. He drained his water bottle and then started to refill it from the dispenser.]

All I've been doing is going on supply runs. Nothing better than fresh meat and vegetables.

Guess some things are just fuckin' universally shitty.

[ She pauses a moment to concentrate on ripping out a rib bone, which she promptly tosses to her nearby dog. Snatching it up, he retreats to a corner where he happily begins to gnaw away at the bloody treat. ]

Gotta do more of those myself, I'm kinda gettin' low on booze. [ Because alcohol is clearly the important thing here. ] Plus gettin' off this rock for a bit is fantastic, fuck sake's it's cramped up here. You ever try goin' for a damn run? 'cause it sucks gigantic monkey dick, if your answer's no.

[He can appreciate her efficiency and lack of squimishness. He watches the dog gnawing on the bone with a vague smile before his eyes go back to her at the mention of alcohol.]

If all I did was go on booze runs I still wouldn't be able to get enough for all of this shit going on. [He waves a hand in the air.]

At least we had treadmills before, but now there's just the VR room. It can trick my brain, but my legs don't feel that familiar burn. That's why I spend more time away than here.

Those fuckin' things. [ Her quick response and incredulous tone are indicators in and of themselves of her agreement on the VR rooms comment. ] Bullshit is what those rooms are. Sure, playin' pretend in there's great for a nap in the forest an' all, but it ain't exactly a way to shake off energy.

[ And good god did she have a lot of energy. It was a wonder she managed to keep herself from bouncing off the walls in boredom already, really. ]

Yeah, it's refreshing bein' somewhere other than this fuckin' rock. Honestly, never thought I'd find a plain old forest filled with game to be that exciting.

It's more like a mental exercise.

[His voice was a drawl as he pushed up his sleeves, debating if he wanted to wade into the blood and help. If anything it could be another reason to go back in time. More clothes. It's not like he had a walk in closet of replacements.]

Yeah, I've got too much energy. I can't run, there's no privacy, it's driving me mad.

[Blaine went to the cabinet and started taking out the spices he needed to cook a delicious hunk of meat.]

Think I got too much energy too 'cause I'm used to go go go, y'know? If privacy's an issue for you though, go run around the base butt naked. Once you do that there'll be nothin' left to hide an' you'll be golden!

[ Is... she kidding, it sounds like she is but then again she does seriously make awful suggestions to people a lot. She's smiling about it in any case, and she definitely takes notice that he is now collecting spices. ]

Oooh, you gonna do up somethin' delicious?

[Blaine busts out laughing as he puts down a few of the spices he'd selected. Privacy being a issue? He's lucky he didn't choke on his spit with how hard he should be laughing.]

I'm an exhibitionist. It's not being naked. It's what I like to do while naked.

[He found a pan and a liner so the meat wouldn't stick to it in the oven.]

Yeah, just pick a slab you want me to work on and I'll fix it up.

Really? [ Well that seems to amuse her, possibly moreso because she didn't expect that she'd be telling an exhibitionist to go run around naked. ] Looks like I've missed your naked runs then, that's depressing.

[ Without much deliberation, she uses her knife to point to one of the pieces on the counter. ] That one!

[ And then she's back to the obviously more important topic at hand here. ] But hey if it's the doin' that's got you worried, then how about you try grabbin' yourself a naked friend to help you out and then just do it where ever the fuck you want, yeah? Y'know, give caution a good kick to the wind and all that. [ Always encouraging people to throw away good behaviour and decency, this one. ]

Edited 2013-11-26 03:17 (UTC)

[Blaine is picking up a piece of meat that isn't the one she chose because she doesn't actually care which one he uses, so he might as well get a cut that looks like it'll roast the best. He wants it tender, juicy, and falling off the bone.]

I can always arrange one of those naked runs. Feel free to join me.

[His comment is offhand as he drops the meat into the lined pan with a smile. He sets to rubbing the spices into the meat and turning it over to get all the crevices.]

You know any other exhibitionists around? We need to band together to spice this place up.

[ She cares so little that she doesn't even notice that he chooses a different piece. That or she didn't even notice which piece she pointed to in the first place, either or. ]

Dunno, sure they're around somewhere though. Fuckin' three hundred odd of us from all over the damn place, there's gotta be a few more in there who ain't afraid of ripping their clothes off and goin' for a stroll, yeah?

[ Apollo wouldn't necessarily describe herself as an exhibitionist, but she did have an incredible lack of decency and shame that often made clothes optional. ]

[A soft snort.] If I was around more I might have caught someone in the act, but alas. I'm off the moon as much as I possibly can be.

[He tilts his head]

Do you like garlic? Like, a lot of garlic? Or just enough to taste?

Well then, I'll letcha know if I see any naked joggers 'round, yeah?

[ Once again she doesn't actually care what he does, but at least this time she's more upfront about it. ] Dunno, don't give a shit. Do whatever, Blondie!

[Laughs.] I'm Blaine. Though blondie is very accurate.

I shall do whatever I like with this piece of meat then. [Shoves in so much garlic.] What do you hunt with? Rifle? Bow?

Blaine, then! I'm Apollo.

[ She will literally eat just about anything, a ton of garlic is nothing to her. ] All kinds of things! But a crossbow this time, mostly.

Mostly? Did you wrestle it to the ground with your bare hands when the crossbow didn't finish the job?

[He sounds excited by the idea, but he's probably joking.]

Yup! That's just how I do things, y'know?

[ She's kidding, technically. But she actually has wrestled other animals to ground, though not always because she planned on eating it. ]

Naw, just that I got a shotgun too. And a net, for the fish. [ Which she has actually stored properly in the cold storage she's nodding her head towards now. ] Those fuckers ain't exactly easy to catch usin' a crossbow.

Sounds like you're way to badass for me. Maybe some will rub off on me if I stick around you for a while.

[He laughs.] A cross bow for fish seems like overkill anyway, but there'd be more left than if you used the shotgun right?

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