You reluctantly slip out of bed, it's clear that sleep has yet again abandoned you to the dreary fate of the conscious. Maybe some coffee will help you get your head on straight. Uriel's recipe especially sounds nice, not that you're going to actually give him any. Maybe if the jackass had actually asked nicely you'd consider it, but as it stands you're planning on drinking it right in front of him. Asshole.
Brushing down the growing disheveled state of your clothes you stretch and yawn. Sleep would be really nice right now, but since you're not going to get any of that you might as well get up. Anythings better than laying in your bed crying in self-pity after all. At least the short nap you had gave you some measure of emotional stability. You shudder, better not think about that now, it is a time for delicious coffee, not emotional breakdowns.
You peak out of your cabin looking back and forth. Unlike last time, the lights are all on, and you know what the 'monster in the shadows' is. So no sneaking around this time, though if Nye surprises you again you're going to punch him.
He doesn't surprise you, in fact you don't see anyone else as you make your way to where you think the kitchen is. As you pass the ladder down to the cargo bay you think you hear something, but you put your head down and ignore it. You're not going to feel bad about how you treated that Drakul-sympathizer. You push down the sick feeling in your stomach. Coffee now, emotional angst latter.
Eventually you find the small kitchen further up the hallway. Only problem, the lights are all off here. You fumble around a bit in search of a way to turn them on, and eventually you do. A small button near the door causes all the lights to flicker on when you press it, revealing a pair of beaten up benches and an island with the cooking area in the back.
What stands out however is the bowl of coffee beans, cream and other coffee supplies carefully assembled in the center of the island. Huh, it looked like Uriel took the time to get everything out for you so you didn't have to hunt for it. That was...nice. Maybe you will make him some coffee, if you're already making some for yourself it would be trivially to brew a bigger pot. You comb through the ingredients, only to find a paper note underneath the bag of sugar.
"Darling, I didn't know if you'd be capable of finding the necessary ingredients, but I took the trouble of pulling them out for you so you don't need to worry your pretty little meatbrain with the details. - Uriel <3
P.S. Remember Handground!"
You tear the note up, he's not getting coffee.
Seeing as you only have coffee beans, you look around for a grinder, but all you find is a small stone bowl and a stone poundy-thingy. What is this? The 20th century? You feel like you're in some period holovid, but oh well. It proves surprisingly easy to get the hang-of, even if it sends coffee beans flying everywhere.
Once that's done you look around for where you put the grounds. And find you actually have to put the coffee grounds in a strainer and then let some infernal machinery flow water through it. Seriously, is this stone age, because you're on a goddamn spaceship, the very least they could do is get a coffee machine manufactured after man discovered fire.
You sigh as the coffee begins to drip, this is going to take awhile. With nothing better to do, you begin putting the rest of the stuff into the mug on the counter. It's a ceramic thing with "Galaxy's Best Engineer" written in far too intricate font across the front. You like your coffee fairly black, but a little cream and sugar never hurt anyone.
You're just pouring the coffee into a mug when Uriel strolls in "Aha! Darling, I smell perfection!"
You lift up the mug, letting the dark aroma fill your nose, "Yeah, it does smell good, right?" You take a sip, it burns but you fight through the pain, and the taste itself is divine "Ah, tastes good too."
Uriel stops and stares at you, "Darling, did you just do what I think you did?"
"Hmmm..." You take another sip in contemplation, "If you mean, 'drink the coffee I made' then-" another sip "Yep!" you pop the 'p' as you gesture the mug towards him with a vindictive smile. "Unfortunately all the coffee was used up by the 'Selina's Sleep Deprivation Treatment Initiative' If you want some, I'd suggest making it yourself, with you own hands. It's really quite simple, after all if a pretty little meatbrain can do it..." Another sip "But, y'know, that's just my opinion."
Uriel pushes up his sunglasses, "Darling, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot-"
You roll your eyes, "Ya'think?"
"I do, Darling, I really do." He rubs his chin "But, if you keep going down this path, I don't think you're going to like where it ends."
"Uh huh, and I got hired to do a job, which spoiler, does not include being your servant." You cross your arms "Because I'm not dealing with that bullshit. Though-" You take another "Great coffee though, thanks for the recommendation, darling."
Uriel gasps, with his hand to his chest, "Servant?! Oh my Darling, no no no no that's not what I meant at all! You are my assistant, not a servant. It just works out that you are assisting me by bringing me coffee."
You snort, "Really? Because when I was talking to Sara and Tourak, they said my job was to fix the shit you don't." You give him a predatory smile, which warms your heart "So, if you don't mind, I'll be doing that. And for the record, if you weren't such robo-douche I would have made you the fucking coffee."
"Well, I never-" He puffs out his chest, "I'll have you know that calling a Va Cha'ra a robot is deeply offensive. Now, I don't expect a human to know even the basics of civility, but please do try to avoid overt slurs."
Wait, he's calling you racist? Well, two can play this game. "Oh that's rich coming from Mr. Meatbrain."
"Well, considering your brain is made of meat, I'm merely telling the truth. And I am sympathetic to you plight of living with your inferior biological make-up, but such a handicap does not excuse prejudice."
"Well you-"
"Oh my God will you two just fuck already" You're interrupted by an increasingly familiar voice from behind you. "Just right on the table Ugh! It'd save so much time."
"Goddammit Nye!" You whip around.
He bows "That's my name, don't wear it out. Though my name is William, not Goddammit, despite Sara's attempts to prove otherwise. Now-" He focuses on Uriel, "Uriel, Uriel, Uriel you know that discussion we were having last trip, yeah I really need you to continue you with me down in the cargo bay. Like right now."
Uriel looks startled, "You don't mean-"
"Yep, yep, yep, It just became extremely relevant as of about a half an hour ago. So, yeah, let's go." He grabs onto Uriel's arm and begins to drag him out the door. "Oh yeah, and Newbie, Selina...whatever. The thing, the thing-" He snaps his fingers at you "The thingy-thing we were doing earlier. Yeah, uh, don't tell anyone."
Oh my god, could he have phrased that any poorer "Wha-"
He shakes his head "Don't care, if you're gonna have a breakdown over it, do it silently. Hold it all in forever, it's what I do. But we're off."
"Bu-"
He mimes locking his mouth and throwing away the key as he and Uriel disappear through the door. Leaving you standing there with the cup of coffee wondering what the hell just happened.
You hear footsteps and Tourak pokes his head through the doorway, "What was that...wait is that coffee I smell?"
You hold out your mug, "Yeah, though I drank all of it. There's should be plenty of grounds in the machine though"
"Excellent!" he rubs his hands together, "I ah-" He breaks off in a yawn, then shakes his head to clear it, "I need something to clear out the meds. Thank-"
"Oi! Tor is someone in mah Kitchen!" A voice calls out from the hallway.
"Yeah, Selina made coffee!" Tourak yells back.
"Selina?"
He turns to you, "Oh right, you two haven't met yet." A squat, amphibian figure appears in the doorway, you recognize it as a Deved. "Rsi this is Selina, the new engineer. Selina, this is Rsi, the ship's cook." Oh, of course the Deved is the cook. Not to stereotype, but they are a culture that worships food so...
"Ah, nice ta' meet'cha, lass" He holds out one of his fours arms, and you shake it. "Yah find every a'ight?"
"It's nice to meet you as well, and no. Uriel wanted me make him coffee, and took everything out...we were...discussing where he went wrong before Nye grabbed him."
Tourak looks up from where he was fiddling with the coffee machine, "Yeah, what was that about? The two of them blew past me like I wasn't there. I almost never see Nye that focused, when he does it usually gets...complicated."
Ah...
What do you do?
[ ] Tell them, Nye probably didn't mean keep it a secret from the rest of the ship
[ ] Make something up, after all, Nye seemed actually serious about this whole thing
[ ] Abort! Excuse yourself, you should probably go check on the cargo bay. Who knows what's going on there.
