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]

So their friends?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

The best listeners a cowpoke could ask for, Pardner.

[Shall he refresh your drink?]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

That's always a good thing to have.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Suppose it is, Pardner.

[He pours them both some more and nurses his drink in silence, mulling over things but sharing nothing.]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you can make friends here that will be good listeners.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

I'm a lone wolf, Pardner, destined to wander the desert trails by myself.

[He offers the bottle to Fai he continues to sip his own.]

I don't got much worth listenin' too, anyhow.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

I'm all ears if you ever want to talk.



This stuff is stronger than I thought meow~

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake begins pouring his own.]

I appreciate that, Pardner.

[He's just setting the bottle down again when Fai starts....meowing?]

...what was that, Pardner?

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

What was what?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

...

[Jake shakes his head and smiles slightly.]

Nothin'. Just thought I heard something.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

It could be the robots working behind us.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Suppose so.

[Jake doesn't think that's it, but he's also forgotten about the robots. He gives them a glance himself as he starts on his drink.]

Robots. That doesn't seem right. They always here?

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

No, I don't remember them being here before this week.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[He continues to watch along with Fai, reaching for the bottle when his glass is empty.]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

I wonder if the robots are anywhere else on this ship, meow~

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[There it was again. Jake definitely heard it. ]

...did you just meow, Pardner?

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

I didn't hear it, meow~



I guess the booze is that good.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Maybe you ought to lay off the whiskey.

[Jake moves to take Fai's glass from him, assuming the other man will let him.]

Not sure you should be meowing.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

Why shouldn't I be meowing?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Don't exactly look much like a cat to me, Pardner.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

I was a couple weeks ago though... meow~

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

...

[Another of the "plots", no doubt.]

Really? That sounds like it must have been somethin'.

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

It was fun~ I never had cat ears before.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[...]

...so everyone became cats?

[What was the point of that?]

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

No, it was a random week so it changed depending on where you were.