punishment-? oh.. oh yeah… okay
*nods* Yeah. So… first, I’m going to ask that you not play video games for a while. I’m thinking a week.
Tag: carlos
Starways to Hell
Peter
takes his seat as the food was served and he takes a few bites and
stops a moment swallowing as he just stares at the food then starts
eating again. It was just like his moms cooking.Yondu starts shoving food in his mouth mostly the meat and grins. “I vote we need pigs in space if they taste like this..”
“I thought a Yawn Beast was pretty similar,” Carlos pointed out. “At least… seasoned kind of similarly. Though I only had it once back on M-Marvin-45.”
“I could send you boys home with some that I made,” Mr Ramon said with a smile as he finished up the last bit of cooking. He brought more sausages to the table as well as the rest of the pancakes he made. “I have my own special recipe for them and I enjoy making the links myself. Anyway, here you are – eat as much as you like.”
Kraglin was very quiet as he ate, taking his usual ‘shadow’ presence when he was out with Yondu. Silent, but always watching.
But he was really liking the ‘pancakes’. He hadn’t had a pastry this fluffy for quite some time.
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Hm. Cool.
*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!
Mhm. I’ve always wanted to try and throw one to see how hard I needed to throw it so it would pop, it never worked before.
I don’t know if throwing it with just your hand would do it… maybe with a slingshot. The pods need to be sturdy enough to be jostled around in their containers during transport to stores and to homes.
Maybe. ‘Could probably make-shift a slingshot and try that too, y’know, for science.
Heh… yeah, for science. Though I dunno about leaving splats of detergent in nature. Something might come along and try to lick it up…
Starways to Hell
Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”
Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”
Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.
Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.
Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.
Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”
Peter looks over and waves. “Peter…. the dumb terran mascot……. not self titled….. no joke… that’s my rank…..”
Carlos blinked in surprise at that and gave Yondu an unimpressed look.
Mr Ramon frowned slightly, thinking it was strange, but he still offered his hand to Peter. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Tell me, do you boys have any allergies or anything I should consider right now? I’m making you some food, but I don’t want you two getting sick or anything.”
Peter shakes his hand nodding. “I’m
Human so as far as I know no allergies…. just nothing citrus for the real aliens…. they seem to forget especially kra….. uhhh… never mind…. just… no citrus…..”
Mr Ramon smiled. “So no orange juice or lemonade, huh?’ he asked. “Shame. But alright. I have pork sausage and buttermilk pancakes, along with syrup – that is made from tree sap. Everything sound alright to you?”
Kraglin shrugged. “It smells good,” he said, and Mr Ramon just smiled more.
“Alright! Carlos? Pull out a couple more chairs for these two.”
“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said he went to some chairs that were set up against a wall. He grabbed a couple and started to pull them over.
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Hm. Cool.
*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!
Mhm. I’ve always wanted to try and throw one to see how hard I needed to throw it so it would pop, it never worked before.
I don’t know if throwing it with just your hand would do it… maybe with a slingshot. The pods need to be sturdy enough to be jostled around in their containers during transport to stores and to homes.
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Hm. Cool.
*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?
Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Starways to Hell
Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”
Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”
Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.
Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.
Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.
Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”
Peter looks over and waves. “Peter…. the dumb terran mascot……. not self titled….. no joke… that’s my rank…..”
Carlos blinked in surprise at that and gave Yondu an unimpressed look.
Mr Ramon frowned slightly, thinking it was strange, but he still offered his hand to Peter. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Tell me, do you boys have any allergies or anything I should consider right now? I’m making you some food, but I don’t want you two getting sick or anything.”
What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.
No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.
Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.
*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*
Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.
That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.
Huh, that makes sense, actually.
Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.
*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.
*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?
Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.
The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*
*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.
Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.
I dunno. Probably when I was 7. I don’t keep track of that stuff. *he moves his knee back down do Carlos can finish what he’s doing*
*Carlos tries to hurry with the alcohol, but makes sure that there doesn’t look to be anything foreign in the scrape. He opens a bandaid and puts a bit of antibiotic on the gauze pad before he puts it on Max’s scrape, smoothing it down in place* There… that should do it.
Thanks. Now can we go do science stuff now?
Yes, of course. *pulls off the gloves and throws away the trash. He takes the rat poison out of the cupboard and puts it up in a higher cupboard, where kids hopefully can’t reach it. He then grabs the pot and starts to head out*
Maybe we could get some pond scum in it too,
Sure. That’d be interesting to observe. What do you think would happen?
I dunno. Probably something with bubbles.
You think it’ll react and create gas, you mean? That’s a good theory! I think the soap may be able to dissolve the algae and scum some – at least a bit. It’s meant to attack stains after all, right?
Yeah. Stains and throat and stomach lining- that was dark. Sorry.
… No, no, I guess… don’t be. It just means you’re aware of how dangerous they are. That’s good… I guess.
I mean, someone’s gotta be stupid or really young not to know that.
Some people will do anything in the name of an internet challenge, sadly. It’s… worrying.
Starways to Hell
Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”
Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”
Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.
Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.
Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.
Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”
The Perfect Scientist 