002- In person-Kitchen

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Being in space is not exactly where Jake envisioned himself a week ago. Being in a magical house that turns into a spaceship at the will of an "author" is even further from the scope of his imagination, but here he is none-the-less. Funny how life works out.

He's trying not to think about those things. Wouldn't do much good anyhow, would it? Instead, he's seeing what there is in the kitchen in the way of steak and alcohol. As long as there's something to keep his flask full and something good to eat when he's hankerin' for some red meat, this place won't seem so bad.

...of course, at some point, he is going to have to face the reality of being kidnapped, but he figures that can wait awhile yet. So if anyone were to come across him raiding the pantry and whistling "Home on the range", he'd be more than willing to chat.]

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[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Hello there.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake looks up from whatever cupboard he's currently looking through and gives a tip of the hat.]

Howdy, Pardner. Didn't hear you come in.

[He motions to the kitchen in general.]

Don't suppose you know where they keep the firewater in this place?

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Last I checked it was over here.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake smiles.]

Thanks, Pardner.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. You wanting a drink I take it?

Totally didn't realize I used the same icon twice. Oops.:x

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

[Jake eyes the bottle.]

That all there is?

[Well, beggars can't be choosers.]

I did the same so no worries.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

No, I'm taking one out at a time.

Whooo!

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Now that's what he's talking about.]

Seems like you've got a pretty good stock in this saloon. Think I'll be visitin' more often.

Why do I feel like Fai should be wearing his waiter outfit xD

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

We're in a kitchen.



So what are you having?

[In Person]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

[He orders the robots around as if he was a part of this ship. His brainbots were similar and he felt at home. His hand waved one to bring him a cup of coffee with three teaspoons of sugar and a blueberry danish.]

Ollo.

[He went about his business without skipping a beat.]

[In Person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake looks up from his cupboard raiding at the newcomer. He'd been ignoring the robots for the most part (technology was not his thing) and dismissing them as part of the "plot" or whatever it was folks said went along with the Author's whims. He was momentarily taken aback by the man with the large head and blue skin, however.]

....

[Was he part of this "plot" too? It would make sense. Jake had seen enough sci-fi movies to know that aliens went hand in hand with space adventures.]

Well, howdy. Don't think I've ever seen an hombre as blue as you before, Pardner.

[Would this man disappear with the "plot" when it finished?]

[In Person]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

[He's seen enough Westerns in prison to understand that he was talking to a cowboy. He's never met one face to face before.]

Well, I'm one of a kind.

[Literally.]

No one is as awesome as me.

[Cocky grin.]

[In Person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[The personality is different than Jake expected. Weren't aliens supposed to be more, well, alien? Not that he's betraying any such thoughts in his features and instead casually works on his stubble.]

That so? I reckon you must have really done something then, Pardner.

[In Person]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

[His brow lifts high at the sight of that knife stroking his stubble.]

Er...yes. Yes! I've done lots of things. Actually you'll have talk to my girlfriend about that. She's got the details. I'm her technical producer.

[In Person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

You got a girlfriend here with you?

[How romantic.]

Must make them lonely nights less lonely.

[In Person]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

Yes but we're not that...wait...what?! Are you implying that we snuggle at night?

[Here comes the clueless.]

We're not there yet!

[Now he's embarrassed.]

[In Person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean to imply anything, Pardner.

[Scrape scrape.]

So don't go gettin' all worked up over nothing.

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Mkaing herself some coffee, Nice glances over at Jake]

Whatcha lookin' for?

[In person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake peers over at the attractive one-eyed blonde and offers his friendliest smile.]

Depends what there is.

[He tips his hat in cowboy fashion at Nice.]

Just seeing what pickings look like 'round these parts, that's all.

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She smirks

Pretty much anythin' you want..the Authors kinda good like that

[In person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Anything I want?

[That doesn't sound too bad at all.]

Ain't that something.

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Yep, anything. But you can just stay away from the top shelf in there (aka. Where Nice keeps her whiskey)]

Pretty much~

T'name's Nice, by the way. Nice Holystone.

[In person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[But Jake likes whiskey. D: Won't you share, Nice? Jake'll let you wear his hat sometimes. Or his sheriff badge?]

Jake Marshall.

[This woman seems friendly, which Jake appreciates. New home, new surroundings...always good to have some folks on his side.]

Been in this here camp long?

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[8Ia she would would hot in a cowboy hat...]

Nice ta meetcha.

[Thinking back to when she first arrived, it must have been october or november..]

About...5 months or so? So, a while

[In person]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

It always like this?

[Jake motions to the robots in particular.]

Not sure how we're gonna get along, if that's the case. Technology and this old cowdog don't exactly get on.