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| [ooc: Dated to the 31st.]
Vatheon!
[Awww yeah being an obnoxious loudmouth.]
You know what today is? Well, 'sides from New Year's Eve. More importantly—well, I guess that depends on who you ask—it's Saya's birthday! You might've seen her around. Loud, kind of a jerk, sometimes wears a pink yukata 'cause she's weird like that, owes me a meal...
[... Hold on. Proverbial lightbulb going off over his head. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiilence.]
... Hey, wait! Saya, you still owe me that meal! From that bet you lost, remember? And that dinner you promised—I've still got the message, you know. Geez, way to keep your word...
[A sigh, before he blinks.]
—Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, Saya's birthday. Well, I was gonna say to wish her a happy birthday, but never mind. She doesn't deserve it anymore.
So yeah, you owe me two meals, Saya! Don't forget!
[Pulling down on his lower eyelid and sticking out his tongue with a "Blehhhhhhhh!"]
... And if anyone sees her, tell her just in case she doesn't see this. Told you she was a jerk— | |
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| There ii2 a great deal occuriing twoday, ii2 there not?
However, thii2 ii2 not the 2ubject II wii2h two dii2cu22.
II am engagiing iin the pur2uiit of knowledge regardiing dome2tiic ta2k2.
2peciifiic 2ubject: food preparatiion.
II am curiiou2 of cultural dii2he2 of tho2e liiviing here a2 'foreiigner2.'
A2 there ii2 a large variiety, II po2e the2e que2tiion2, people of Vatheon:
What ii2 your favoriite prepared food?
How do you prepare iit?
Edit: Due two the necessity of communicating with a variety of cultures, I shall plainly write my question.
I am engaging in the pursuit of knowledge regarding domestic tasks.
Specific subject: food preparation.
I am curious of cultural dishes of those living here as 'foreigners.'
As there is a large variety, I pose these questions, people of Vatheon:
What is your favorite prepared food?
How do you prepare it? | |
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| Fraggin' pit, you gotta be kiddin' me... [A pair of red, glowing, eye-like shapes set in a copper...well, it sort of looks like a face dim, plates moving down to narrow the shape into slits. This wasn't a human peering out from the screen, but there was something humanoid about it. Like whoever designed it cared more about function than the actual form, and the function was to give others a place to direct their comments, hold a pair of optics, and a mouth.]
[So, yeah. It's a goddamn robot you're looking at.] This is a communicator? What kind of bolthead would design a comm system wit' dis many useless points? I mean pit, even is a newly sparked could tell ya dat dere ain't no point in wastin' metal like dis!
[Pauses, a hand coming up to thoughtfully cup his chin] Unless you was throwin' at somethin'...
[Shrug] Aaaaaanyway, if dis's a communicator, dat means someone's out dere to receive the signal, right? So, to whoever's tunin' in, dis's Rattrap of the Maximal exploration ship, the Axalon. Last I knew, the whole world was goin' white on account a' a transwarp explosion. My scanners ain't pickin' up any Maximal or Predacon signatures, so... Whoever's listenin' in betta' cough up some answers 'bout dis place quick, or I'mma hafta start slaggin' stuff up. I ain't really in the mood t'be pussyfootin' around, capiche? | |
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