( ship catch-all ) its straight stem is hollow inside

[soups]

CHARACTERS: Jiang Yanli & You!
LOCATION: Various locations around the ship
DATE: Post mission, onward
CONTENT: Various prompts for their time in between missions!
WARNINGS: Will be added to top levels as necessary

⇢ FOOD STORAGE: after carrying a large weight for months, jiang yanli finally has a crying jag
⇢ KITCHEN: soup's on! you help make the soup!
⇢ SIMULATION ROOM: welcome to simulated lotus pier, where everything's made but and the lotus seeds don't matter
⇢ ITEM TELEPORTATION PLATFORM: jiang yanli has finally made the decision to update her wardrobe...
⇢ SHARED BEDROOM: ...and is now terrified of what her roommate might think of the idea.

Comments

[directrix]

[ All this good will. Pizza parties, soup kitchens... What is it with these people and their need for bonding? They're just strangers meant to do a job together. Several jobs.

Maybe they have the right idea. They are, after all, stuck in this mess together. They've all agreed to the same terms. ]

That's very thoughtful of you.

[soups]

❰ jiang yanli gives her pot a curious sniff, only somewhat happy with where it all is right now. it definitely needs more spices. she pulls from the pocket of her robe both a small handkerchief and a silken pouch.

the contents of the pouch go into the pot, and the handkerchief dabs at her brow, right in the thick of the rising heat. ❱

Thank you. The gratitude is much appreciated. I also know not everyone is well versed in preparing meals, for themselves or for others. ❰ she twists a bit to examine what all she has left to add, mentally timing when it should be tossed in. ❱ Let alone those who don't quite know how to operate technology such as this. It takes some practice when you're used to an open flame.

[directrix]

I suppose it would.

[ It's been awhile since she had to make that adjustment, and everyone had been in the same position.

She makes a faint sound of amusement. ] It's hard to believe we're in space and what might be most difficult to navigate are the kitchen appliances.

[ It truly highlights how different they all are. ]

[soups]

❰ it will be a while before she has to maintain anything in the pot, so jiang yanli moves to step down back onto the floor. the heat isn't unbearable, but an unnecessary burden at the moment. ❱

I'm still surprised every day by the depths of knowledge some have. How to work all the amenities, what strange foods are, the way they speak about their cultures...I would have never imagined anything like this before I was brought aboard.

❰ she gathers her robes about herself, looking at how they just barely brush across the metallic surface of the floor. ❱ No matter how much our floor was scrubbed, it would never reach this level of shine.

[directrix]

[ The sound Zelda makes isn't quite a laugh. ]

No. Ours either.

I've watched places change, technology evolve, but I never expected to see the day I'd travel into space.

[ Even if she doesn't exactly recall the traveling part. ]

[soups]

❰ it's a sentiment that makes her smile with nostalgia. she thinks for a moment as she examines the quantity of carrots that she's cut up — perhaps not enough. hmm. ❱

I'd frequently stare at the stars when I was a young girl. To think we're sailing past them right now is something my mind can barely comprehend.

❰ after studying the carrots some more, jiang yanli pulls a knife from its stand, preparing to retrieve more vegetables to add. ❱ Though you seem the kind of person to at least know what a 'stove' is, before coming aboard. It feels silly to be so captivated by things others find so simple.

[directrix]

Yes. Our kitchen had progressed at least that far into the modern world.

But I remember the days of preparing our meals over an open flame.

[soups]

❰ it makes her wonder how it would feel to apparently age long enough to see technology like that pass you by. certainly cultivators existed who would probably see electricity, water running from the tap...it's not such a far-fetched idea, though one that was always out of her grasp. ❱

Is it hard to adjust? Or does the gradual passing of time make it feel more natural?

[directrix]

[ She's never given it much thought, really. Unlike her niece, Zelda was raised among witches, always knew her life would span centuries. And she's lived within something of a bubble, unbothered by the passage of time. She gives a faint shrug. ]

Change is natural. One adapts.

[ It may be argued Zelda hasn't done as much adapting as she could. One need only look at the way she dresses, the manner in which she carries herself. She probably can't even tell you which year she's arrived from. ]

No one likes change when it first comes to our doorstep, but we endure. And when it makes our lives easier, better, we learn to appreciate those new conveniences.