SPRING TEST DRIVE

[thespaceopera]

THE SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Fall Test Drive for you Southern Hemisphere folks!)

Got someone you want to try out before you app? Well this is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Play around with the current plot? Have at it!

Threads from the Test-Drive may be made game "canon" but DO NOT count toward AC!

FOR NEW PLAYERS: You DO NOT NEED an invite to participate in the TEST DRIVE! If you decide to APP into the game, ONLY THEN will you need an invite from a current player!

Helpful Info for Ideas!:

March's Star System

Game Details

Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in June!

Comments

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére gives a little shrug of his not-shoulders. He could very easily angst about his potentially terminal inanimate-state, but where would that get him? Nowhere, that's where. ]

It is what it is, mon ami. I just try to make the best of it.

[After a decade of it, he's learned he hasn't really got much of a choice. He hops across to the cabinets, showing surprising dexterity for someone without feet- peering at the food replicator.]

I'm sure I saw something chicken flavoured on here. [Not real food, but it's not like he can REALLY cook anyway. ] Perhaps some Coq Au Vin?

Every time I see the username, I start thinking of that phrase in the song. LOL

[tempredmental]

[Keith just nodded at that point, letting it drop. He watched for a moment, and then walked over to the replicator as well to look it over, listening as the candle mused out loud.]

Some what?

[He looked over, a little confused. Keith was a little unfamiliar with French cuisine.]

then my work here is done B)

[servantnotserving]

[This is his life now. A life filled with people who don't know GOOD food if it came up and bit them. It's a deep tragedy that he intends to fix. ]

Chicken, wine, lardons and mushrooms. [He puts a candle hand to his lips, giving a soft 'mwha!' noise. ] It is delicious!

XD

[tempredmental]

[Keith narrowed his eyes a little.]

What's a 'lardon'? [And he totally said that with a horribly non-French pronunciation. Like... "LARD-on"...]

[servantnotserving]

[At least Lumiére doesn't seem overly bothered by the butchering of his native tongue. Or maybe he does and he's just really good at faking it. ]

It's fat! Trimmed and put in to cook with the meat.

[So. Technically. Lard. On.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked doubtful at first because, really? That sounded kind of gross to him. For a moment, he kind of wished he had Hunk to back him up on this on whether it was good or not. Trusting a talking candlestick was really pushing the edges of his comfort zone.]

Okay. Sounds a little unhealthy, but I suppose I could give it a try.

[He'd tried weirder and less "earthy" things recently. So, why not?]

[servantnotserving]

[Why would anyone want to eat anything healthy? You're supposed to gorge yourself when you eat.

...At least when Lumiére comes from, anyway. ]

It will be delicious, my friend. [He starts picking up protein gels, squinting at the words on them.]

Of course, you will have to tell me if it is not, I can't taste test it for you I'm afraid.

[tempredmental]

[Keith watched him with the gels... which reminded him really of just Altean food goo... and frowned a bit.]

Wait... you can't eat?

[Because, what else would that mean, right? Talking candlestick... probably didn't have a stomach... couldn't taste it... so...

That was kind of...

Well, Keith was pretty sure Hunk would be really sad for this guy.]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére lets out a forlorn sigh, shaking his 'head'. ]

Alas, I cannot. I couldn't even taste it if I could anyway. No taste buds. It has put a real dampener on my cooking.

[tempredmental]

[Keith flinched a little. The way he said that sounded an awful lot like, "my cooking is now terrible" and he was suddenly worried.]

Uhh... I can try to help?

[He wasn't a hobbiest gourmand like Hunk, but he could cook something edible, at least.]

[servantnotserving]

[That's what happens when you don't have hands any more. Sweet lord, he misses hands. ]

If you do not mind, my friend! Perhaps you can taste them for me? And I can tell you what to combine to make a fantastic dish.

[Sorry buddy he needs your hands and taste buds.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked dubious, but nodded. Might as well. He was going to have to figure out these gel things anyway. They had to be better than goo, right?]

Okay. Where do you want to start?

[He grabbed one of the packets and looked it over.]

[servantnotserving]

Try that one. It says it is chicken, but you'll have to taste it to be sure.

[He points at the one in question, then starts rummaging through the others, mumbling to himself as he tries to find the right flavours. ]

[tempredmental]

[Keith frowned a bit as he turned the packet over in his hands to figure how to open it. It didn't take long, and he was soon studying a bit of the gel that he had squeezed out onto his finger tip.]

It definitely looks odd.

[He gave a slight sniff, and then cautiously tasted it.]

Mm... not bad, taste-wise. Though, chicken in gel form is just really weird.

[At least Altean food good was just that... it wasn't trying to taste like something else.]

[servantnotserving]

It looks like nothing I have seen before.

[Even the Grey Stuff looks better than that, okay, and that's just grey blobs. ]

But this is good, if the taste is right. How about this one?

[It's supposed to be mushroom but who knows, really.]

[tempredmental]

[Mushroom. Keith wondered just how 'mushroom' this was going to be. Not all mushrooms had strong flavors.

Another cautious taste, and he had to really think about it because the texture was really throwing him off, but he nodded.]

Kinda. I mean, it's definitely something. Though, if my friend from home was here, he'd probably be way better at this than me.

[servantnotserving]

Oh? Is he a cook?

[Everything has awful texture and it's just wrong. ]

There are almost no herbs here, this is terrible.

[tempredmental]

Yeah. It's a major hobby of his. He's really into it.

[Though, the gel thing might bother him a bit. Hunk definitely preferred fresh ingredients whenever available.]

I guess it's kind of hard to keep those on a ship. And I can't imagine a water planet is going to have all that many available. At least, not like we'd be used to.

[servantnotserving]

And what a hobby to have! There's no greater joy than cooking food and watching others enjoy it.

Ah, qui. For that, we would need a woodland. Whihc we are sadly lacking at this present time.

[tempredmental]

Well, it does seem to make him happy.

[Hunk always looked insanely proud and happy when they enjoyed something he made.]

I guess we're just going to have make do, huh?

So... what else do we need, then?

[He poked around at a few other packets.]

You said we needed wine and... what ever that fat thing was, right? I don't see anything for that.

[servantnotserving]

This does not surprise me.

[Sweet Jesus, he misses cooking.]

Lardons. Hmm, I suppose any cooking fat will do. And there has to be wine somewhere. Everyone has wine somewhere.

[tempredmental]

Is this the only place they store food stuff?

[Maybe there was a fresh storage somewhere that had things that, well, weren't gel. He decided to explore a little further into the kitchen to find out.]

Well, we've got some... solid stuff in here. Not gel, but still apparently flavored or something.

[servantnotserving]

I believer there are taverns on the Iskaulit?

[Taverns. Yep. That's what he's gonna call them.]

I suppose we have to work with that we have.

[tempredmental]

Taverns?

[His brain associated a "tavern" with something out of a fantasy movie, but he was pretty sure that wasn't what this guy was talking about. It was probably something like this, but with actual staff and upgraded facilities.

Keith went through what there was in the way of "solids" before finding some things that might fit the bill of what they were looking for.]

Well, we have chicken solid and gel, and mushroom gel... but we're a little short on the rest. It looks like most of the solid stuff in here is some sort of protein item... like a meat or something. The gels are apparently just about anything.

[Keith could just imagine the panic Hunk would be going through at such a selection.]

[servantnotserving]

Qui, taverns! Where people go to drink?

[H absolutely means bars, but that's a dumb word for them, in his humble opinion. ]

That is a great tragedy. How do they expect people to eat at all? Prisoners are treated better.