Event Log - Malnosso World

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

Comments

[z_jay]

Because you're in a safer... relatively speaking, place that doesn't have zoms that are out to get your brains?

[both his brows rose and he smiled a little when he saw Sam shove that into his mouth, amused at how he could look so cute and stubborn all at the same time.]

A guy can dream, right?

[voiceinthedark]

Yeah but... it's just underwear. And you and Jack are... y'know.

[He's really confused by now.]

I was a student! Not a food critic, Gene.

[z_jay]

Oh, sorry I wasn't... talking about underwear anymore, I was answering why you should start eating gourmet food now. But me and Jack are what...? Together?

[Right, he wasn't asking Sam about Jack. For whatever reason. He had hoped the underwear and food conversation would steer away from his lingering curiosity.]

Students can be food critics. Anyone can be a food critic. I'm a journalist and a food critic. Or I was. Anyway, speaking of, what does Simon cook-- or do you cook?

[voiceinthedark]

Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry. I got confused.

[And he might have just turned beet red and look like the most awkward person on the face of the planet. Great.]

And yeah, the two of you are pretty much married.

[He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

I cook noodles sometimes, or I tried to make some stuff I remembered from home. Chinese stuff, y'know? Simon cooks more. Meat and vegetables and stuff. Stir fry. Pretty healthy stuff.

[z_jay]

[He watched Sam for another few seconds, purposefully leaving his face expressionless before he glanced away with a snerk]

So, Jack didn't tell you about Elvis?

[but then his curiosity grew, first at the mention of Sam's Chinese culinary skill and next at the cooking habits of Simon. He shouldn't be surprised... with a body like Simon's, he didn't have much in the way of fried foods or lots of calories, but...]

I'm having difficulty picturing this as reality. The only time I've seen him cooking is when he had the housewarming.

[voiceinthedark]

What about Elvis?

[He gives Eugene a curious look. No, he definitely hadn't heard about that.]

Yeah but let's face it, we have people who do the cooking at Abel, keep us all on our rations. He's not bad really when he has the ingredients. Some of those health shake things look pretty awful though.

[z_jay]

If he hasn't told you, I'm not telling you.

[he grinned and shrugged, shoving both his hands in his pockets]

Oh, God, don't remind me about Abel rations. I know they were necessary but do you realize just how-- how... ugh. Ugh... what I wouldn't give to cook something up in those kitchens once in a while.

[But yeah, standing all day on crutches to cook wasn't exactly smart either]

[voiceinthedark]

Oh! That's not fair! I want to hear!


[He huffs and gives Eugene a petulant look.]

Well y'know, maybe when we get proper farms set up and, I dunno, we found a couple of goats on one of the search missions.

[z_jay]

Well, too bad. Gotta leave some mystery in my relationship, don't I?

[Considering what Sam just said made him pause and think about what kind of food variety would be possible if they managed livestock]

...Could have cheese again if we managed to score some cows...

[voiceinthedark]

Well, it's not like the walls of the shack are that well sound-proofed.

[He can't help but grin.]

Yeah we could. Although I reckon most of the milk is probably gonna be for the kids at first. They need their calcium.

[z_jay]

[He had the decency to smirk, because Sam was getting him back for the whole 'blue mouth zom look' for the cotton candy, wasn't he? A soft chuckle accompanied that and he shrugged, helpless]

Have your runners find me a gag and you won't be kept up.

[Still, he cleared his throat and glanced away]

So you're going to be on that roster, too. Lucky bastard, I miss milk...

[voiceinthedark]

[That just makes him blush furiously, averting his gaze.]

I hate to sound like an internet cliche but... TMI man.

[He frowns a little at Eugene for that, looking offended.]

Hey! How old do you think I am?

[z_jay]

[Offended, now? He's run the gamut with blushing, and now making him red in the face. But Sam should know it's meant in fondness and not malice]

Hmm... University aged student...

[He taps his chin, frowning softly]

Failing the last year of uni courses... at least 22, unless you were a prodigy.

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam scowls, looking thoroughly sulky.]

Yeah right. If I'd been a prodigy I wouldn't've been failing.

[z_jay]

[That was a predictable response and Eugene made an effort to mollify the tease by rubbing Sam's back, grinning soft]

Aw, c'mon, now. Just because you were doing poorly in your last year of Engineering doesn't mean you aren't a very worthwhile person. I mean... look at me. I wrote about food, for a magazine. Not exactly useful like being able to coordinate cameras and guide runners, Mr. Yao.

[voiceinthedark]

In my family? It kind of did. Bringing shame to the family name and all.

And no-one really expected the apocalypse to make their jobs kind of obsolete. I mean, Jody was a financial analyst. Who needs that now?

[z_jay]

...Sam, I hate to remind you because I haven't personally had to do this, but your family... is different now.

[His family was the runners of Abel township, and they accepted him as-is, regardless of if he was a bit derpy at times. Not exactly a beautiful transition, but in terms of things going well...]

Hey, at least she could run back home.

[He's grinning, but then again, he always is about his injury]

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam's expression falters for a moment, tight and sad, and then he shrugs.] It's no worse than anyone else has had to go through.

And you got to Abel. You're alive. That's pretty successful.

[z_jay]

I was lucky, and I don't much remember getting to Abel, to be honest. I can thank Jack for all of that.

[the expression falter didn't surprise him. Allegedly, and he didn't know this for certain, rumor was that Sam had to do his own parents in. Not really the best way to say goodbye. But it wouldn't do to keep Sam sad, so he started walking toward the street vendor]

It is worse in some cases, alright? Don't downplay your trauma, it's just as important as anyone else's.

[voiceinthedark]

We were all lucky. I definitely didn't get there by skill.

[He followed after Eugene as they headed over to the vendor.]

Look, it... it was months ago, okay? It's fine.

[z_jay]

[Sam still seemed tense, but Eugene wasn't quite sure what to do with a tense Sam, so he went to grab some more cotton candy and held it out to him]

You are really hard to compliment, you know?

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam blinked at the offering and took it, giving a small shrug and looking a bit sheepish.]

Sorry. It's not really... my family didn't really do compliments.

[z_jay]

I can tell.

[Unfortunately, he wasn't the best at consoling or making things much better without food and distraction, so he fell quiet after Sam took the extra cotton candy]

... I just keep stepping on these conversational landmines, don't I? You'd probably have more fun hanging out with Jack or Simon.

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam snorts softly, shaking his head.]

No, it's fine. I just spend so much time talking about missions and stuff... it's fine to talk about it.

[z_jay]

What happens?

[It's not exactly the best segway into his curiosity, but he, Jack, and Simon had been acting oddly around him.]

From the Abel you know.