Eleventh Contract

[lastfeather]

[Ryou had been gone quite a while. Apparently the Raven's Ark needed him back home for a while due to a situation that was purely their business and not that of the Chalice.]

[The Nevermore did eventually return... but it was quite a spectacle as the severely mangled machine literally crashed into the hangar. That was several hours ago. Now Ryou was currently lying on a gurney with a hand thrown over his face and was completely and utterly wiped from exhaustion.]

Uugh.... Never doing that again. Ever.

The next person who asks me to go into an underground facility is getting his head punched.

Holiday Cheer!

[sexygodofscienceandwar]

1. [Oh look, there's an announcement from Roads.]

Heya! It's approaching the...fourth, fifth thursday in november, and we're not all dead, so I figure we should have a small little thanksgiving party! Small being the operative word-we still gotta keep all the state of the art death machines running-but a bit of a larger meal than normal would be nice. There's plenty to be thankful for, after all!

Anyways, I call making the mashed potatoes. Eibon said she'd make...something weird and ancient, I'm sure.


2. [Much later, the actual party comes! Roads has indeed made mashed potatoes, with the help of some industrial equipment-the end result is a pile of warm pulverized potatoes larger than some people. It's meant for everyone on the ship, but still...

Eibon, for her part, has made some sort of stew and a thick, brown drink. Dare ye try the cooking of the ancients??]