R43 - Y'all hating's useless

[with_my_teacup]

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[The feed opens on a simple poster with the hand-blocked words WE NEED HELP IN THE KITCHEN.]

Testing out a new option to save time. Specifically right now we need a warden supe for lunch shift, until Ben comes home. If you're not used to working on a line or feeding a lot of people, we won't drop you into combat with no training. Marsh and I will help you out.

Oh. Not related to the kitchen-- I smelled a still running last month. Whoever it is, I want to pick your brain about fermentation.


[Filtered to Iris]
Iris. You got some time this afternoon to talk weasel shit and entropy? I'm willing to barter for your know-how. [He lifts a bottle of oil into the feed; last christmas, he gave her a massage, because sometimes it seems like she metabolizes stress the same way Arthas eats death. And the feeding's been good on that score lately.]

Comments

[with_my_teacup]

It's not currently an option. We're short on magic. Allomancy yeah, magic no.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Bending metal?

[with_my_teacup]

Marsh does... something with metal.

[whatthewrackspurt]

What does he do with metal?

[with_my_teacup]

If I understood it better I'd be more specific.

Anyway. Magic ain't really an option for most of us.

[whatthewrackspurt]

No, I suppose it isn't. Especially when the Admiral is keeping most of it for himself.