WHO: Roger Maxson and Verity Carlo (or whatever she may be calling herself if she's decided to change to her True Spirit Name or something). Kang and Pepper are welcome to turn up if they like.
WHAT: Roger's attempt at breaking what looks to HIM like brainwashing.
WHERE: The backyard of Roger's hostel in zone 3.
WHEN: Sometime after Ironhide's call
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Even though she has doubts that Logic and Reason and Thinking can lead to enlightenment. But it was a start.
So she rolled over, flipping the All Natural Eco-Friendly Hemp blanket off her legs, and answered her comm.
"Captain Max! How wonderful to hear! How can I hellp you ?"
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"Kang's mentioned to me that you had some recommendations about his diet. It got me thinking."
Mostly 'dear God, they really got their claws into her brain', but thinking is thinking regardless of topic.
"I don't suppose there's any chance you could have a look at my current kitchen and pantry setup and recommend a few changes?"
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"Venison! He eats BAMBI!" She almost cried. Poor Bambi. Lost his mother and everything.
Verity scrambled up, and began digging through her bag. Yes! Her book on Feng Shui!
"I'd be glad to! I'll bring some sweetgrass and some smoky quartz, too, for an entire cleansing of the area. You know, where Kang probably cooks his died-in-pain." If he cooked it at all. Ick. SO unenlightened! This was both a crisis and an opportunity. "On my way!"
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They'd been meant for the stuffing. Well, one of the stuffings. He'd just bought more sage than he'd intended.
"I'm at the hostel. It's easier than working in the apartment kitchen."
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"Wonderful! And how wonderful you're going to cleanse the hostel kitchen, so that all of the patrons can benefit by your effort. You truly have a noble soul, Captain!"
Now if only we could get him away from that military/industrial complex mentality....
"You can pay attention and then do it in your apartment kitchen later." Ah, that old and wise proverb about teaching a man to fish...!
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He'd already cleaned up the kitchen as best he could after the past two days' worth of preparation and cooking. The result was set up on a picnic table outside. Now the only thing left to do was wait.
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But she finally made it, though her bag of crystal points that she'd been handing out to everyone she met was, by now, a bit flaccid.
But here she was, Maxon's hostel. "Captain Maxson! I'm here!" she announced, probably entirely unnecessarily, her words riding in on a wave of patchouli scent.
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"Verity. Good to see you." Maxson smiled, waving one still-oven-mitted hand. As a matter of fact, he'd left his apron on, too- to show willing, if nothing else. "I hope the trip here wasn't too much of a problem for you. I've just been tidying up after trying to get used to the place. Most of the time I just make breakfast..."
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Ah, her old, unenlightened self would have kicked half the bus passengers in the head. Tsk. Such an unevolved state. She was so glad to be past that. Not that, erm, she was judgmental.
"Tidying up is wonderful! Decluttering our spaces declutters our spirits!" She walked into the kitchen and frowned. She turned accusingly at him. "Captain Maxson. I smell...meat." DEATH had been cooked here, and recently. These hostel dwellers needed someone to take better care of their habits...and karma.
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"Well...that's the best of an unfortunate situation. Of course the best solution is to never get in that situation again. Meat goes bad so quickly."
"Which is," she said, walking further into the kitchen, "why it is bad for you. Have you seen what meat does to the digestive system?"
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If there was any image more repugnant eating the flesh of living creatures, it was the idea that that meat should be...grey. Yuck.
"Right. Let's get started. How can I help you, Captain?"
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He gestured towards the pantry, taking the opportunity to glance outside. Looked as if everything was ready out there, or close to it- the instructions had said that once the main course hit a hundred and eighty degrees it ought to be allowed a little carry-over cooking time before anyone sliced into it. He needed to stall just a bit longer.
"Well, first things first, we should probably go over the canned goods and make sure everything there's up to snuff. The fridge and the freezer've been emptied out almost entirely, but if I'm going to improve the eating around this place I'd like to have supplies to fall back on in addition to the fresh."
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She saw him glance outside. Oh, good. Maybe he had room for a little garden out there. The best vegetables were organic and home grown. But for now, she followed him into the pantry.
"Wow, Captain, you, uhhhh, sure do have a lot of canned goods!" And...so well organized. OCD much?
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He nodded. "I might have been Army, not Coast Guard, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with 'semper paratus' as a motto. Always prepared."
Not that he'd dug a fallout shelter here yet, but somehow he had a feeling this wasn't a great area for trying to dig that kind of security in anyway.
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