Night 57: Walk-in Refrigerator
[from here]
The cold storage was, as usual, cold. Taura stopped to make herself a second snack: several kinds of what looked like vat-meat from how even the loaves were, wrapped around some sliced cheese, like a sandwich with lighter meat substituting for the bread around the darker. She held it in her mouth as she grabbed a box of fudge ripple ice cream and waved it. Her voice was a little muffled, and she knew it looked ridiculous, but she only had so many hands, and one of them was covered in blades. "C'mon, Goku, there's good stuff in here, too. D'you like chocolate?"
That might be a dangerous proposition; he could be there all night, but she could always carry him -- and the ice cream -- along. What she'd heard hadn't said anything beyond three people being needed for the doors. They didn't have to be paying attention, just present.
The cold storage was, as usual, cold. Taura stopped to make herself a second snack: several kinds of what looked like vat-meat from how even the loaves were, wrapped around some sliced cheese, like a sandwich with lighter meat substituting for the bread around the darker. She held it in her mouth as she grabbed a box of fudge ripple ice cream and waved it. Her voice was a little muffled, and she knew it looked ridiculous, but she only had so many hands, and one of them was covered in blades. "C'mon, Goku, there's good stuff in here, too. D'you like chocolate?"
That might be a dangerous proposition; he could be there all night, but she could always carry him -- and the ice cream -- along. What she'd heard hadn't said anything beyond three people being needed for the doors. They didn't have to be paying attention, just present.