( closed log ) sleepover

[decommission]

CHARACTERS: Aoba Seragaki ( vocalis ) and Steve Rogers ( decommission )
WHERE: Avera 9
WHEN: Day :161
SUMMARY: Minte accommodations offered to Aoba after getting the boot from Tari Town.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.

[ With a few days left in the trip supplies and money are starting to run a bit low. Steve arrives at Minte's Parlor with a stomach grumbling for dinner and a bit of a bad mood that even a ride on one of those spacebikes couldn't cure (he's getting the hang of it, at least). He doesn't mean to hang around the bar, not when he won't be buying anything - and not when he's been getting some less than pleasant looks from the patrons since the night before.

A blue head of hair gets him to stop before he reaches the stairs. Stands out, even if he doesn't know the guy too well yet. He pauses, hand on the rail and bititng his tongue before he calls out. No need to get everyone looking at them. Instead, Steve approaches Aoba, frowning a bit. ]

Hey. [ A glance at the bar, and - making the assumption Aoba's here for dinner, he whispers: ] Food's not really good here.

[ It takes a lot for him to say that. A lot, a lot.

Better to spend his notes on rations. ]

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[ There might be time to give the maps a shot, even if they don't get that far into the base. The datacards hadn't even really explained what was going on down there...

He nods again to the question about the bed before glancing down at his leg with a frown. ] It's fine. I, uh, got stepped on by a Bari.

[ Sharp claws digging into his leg as he played human ladder for Karlon.

As if to prove his mobility he shuffles over to the bag, grabbing two ration bars. One gets held out to Aoba. ]

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[ Aoba winces a little with a quiet ouch muttered sympathetically. Probably something else that happened while things were getting 'messy'... but Steve already made it clear he didn't want to elaborate, and Aoba doesn't really need the gruesome details.

He takes the offered bar with a short thanks and sits down on one end of the sleeping pod with it, folding in his legs to take up less space. He's hungry, but he doesn't tear into it right away. Instead he flips it over, skimming the back of the packaging for an ingredients list, and pulls out the small folded square of his datapad. Opens the translation program Angel had helped him with and holds it over the package so he can read what's in it. ]

Sucralose... fractioned shuura kernel oil? Something... protein isolate... wheat ger- damn.

[ This day just keeps getting better. Aoba sighs, sheepishly handing the bar back. ]

Sorry... before the mission, Cathaway-san told me to avoid eating anything with gluten in it.

[ He's not mad, just... still frustrated. At least it's not Steve or Castor brood's fault that gluten exists in everything, even in space. ]

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[ He takes the bar back with a frown, flipping it over to stare at the alien text on the back. ]

Gluten? [ Clearly he's never heard of it before from the questioning look he shoots Aoba. ] You got food allergies?

[ Those could be bad. He's not really supposed to eat some kinds of seafood for that reason. ]

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It's wheat.

[ Aoba answers that look with a shrug. How is one of Earth's most common staples infecting even the outer reaches of space? Does gluten's contaminant know no bounds? ]

Not food allergies exactly...

[ How does he explain. It's still a new concept for him too, and not something the hospital he was in before tried in order to cure his headaches. But that hospital was poor and outdated, and Cathaway had sounded like she had some better solutions. ]

I get frequent headaches, but I've never known the cause. I'm supposed to be avoiding anything with gluten in it to see if that helps. I don't want my headaches effecting my brood too, you know?

[ Another small sigh escapes him, this one more resigned than frustrated. ]

I'll probably just rest here a while and find something a little later.

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[ His mouth forms a silent 'oh', understanding coloring his features (he doesn't intend to pry into someone else's medical issues). The rest is a surprise to him too - that something so common back home would be equally so here of all places. ]

Wheat really can do that?

[ The bar gets tossed back to the bag and he glances at the door. He assumes Aoba means he wants to lie down, presumably without someone rustling around in what little space they've got to move. ]

What've you been eating? I can head out real quick. Pick something up.

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Yeah, apparently it's got a lot of negative effects on humans... eh, humanoids.

[ That's what Cathaway had said anyway. Once he's back on the station, he's got to do more research on this himself. Get Ren back up and running and do a few searches to learn more about his new diet and if he really needs to continue it. ]

Mostly grilled meats and vegetables- [ the street food in Tari had seemed mostly safe, but he'd rather not mention it, not make it worse ] -anything resembling rice... please don't worry about it though.

[ Steve's been too kind and Aoba has been nothing but a crabby, whiny roommate so far. At least he's aware. He's got a temper, but he knows how to put a lid on it better than... others. He'd be better after sleeping off the headache that's threatening to start, maybe take some of the pills he'd been sent with. ]

You've already done enough with letting me stay here.

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[ Humanoids? He wonders what counts.

A hand raises to rub at the back of his neck. Meats and vegetables - he could go for that himself. Most of the food around Minte wasn't all that fresh, considering everyone but the Stone people were heading out soon, but you put enough sauce and salt on something (or grill it out of existence) and you can get around thinking what it might do to your stomach later.

He tips his head at the door. ]

Well, I'm gonna head back out for a bit anyway - [ there's a faint pull from one of his links, the new one (about time he went to speak to her) ] - maybe we can get a bite to eat when I get back. [ It'd be better for them to go walking through the market together as he prepares to walk out on his own. ]