Mess Hall Food out of thin air, what a great invention! Axel could definitely get used to this. No more fighting over katsu bowls with Larxene, no more scrounging for munny in the cushions of the sofas of the lobby for the vending machines...
Now if only this replimabob would give him what he wanted he would be in good shape.
"Sea. Salt. Ice. Cream," he said again, slowly and deliberately. Why was this so hard?
"Please specify parameters," the machine said again, and Axel gave a grating sigh. He flowered baleful lyrics at the four bowls of ice cream in front of him in varying flavors that were not sea salt, and kneaded his forehead.
"Dammit, ship, I'm an assassin, not a dessert chef," he grumbled under his breath, and then gestured vaguely with his hand. "Okay, it's ice cream," he said, "but the flavor is sea salt. But it's not just sea salt, that was way too salty!"
He pushed aside the bowl of ice cream that had definitely only been made with salt, making a face.
"It's sweet, too!" he insisted. "And it's blue, not purple!"
he pushed aside the bowl of salty blueberry sorbet that he was sorry he had even dared to taste. Another bowl of ice cream shimmered into existence, this time a bright neon blue, and Axel let his head thunk against the front panel of the machine.
"Why is this so hard?" he whined.
Anyone brave enough to give him a hand?
Anywhere [Literally anywhere you want.] There was a whooshing sound, and then a bloom of black and silver smoke erupted into the air, a great gaping maw of purple and indigo opening up behind it.
Axel stepped out of the portal and dusted his sleeves off. The Corridors of Darkness were behaving a bit strangely: they wouldn't take him home, and every time he tried to go to some world he knew, he wound up somewhere else on this blasted broken spaceship.
"The hell am I now?" he asked wearily, and then glanced up when he saw he wasn't alone.
Room 4G; locked to The Doctor He had figured he wouldn't have the room to himself forever, given how many beds there were. Pity, sleeping was going to be difficult with roommates (though he supposed no more difficult than it usually was anyway). Sprawled out on the top bunk, Axel stared at the ceiling, then rolled over when he heard the telltale sound of the door sliding open.
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Food out of thin air, what a great invention! Axel could definitely get used to this. No more fighting over katsu bowls with Larxene, no more scrounging for munny in the cushions of the sofas of the lobby for the vending machines...
Now if only this replimabob would give him what he wanted he would be in good shape.
"Sea. Salt. Ice. Cream," he said again, slowly and deliberately. Why was this so hard?
"Please specify parameters," the machine said again, and Axel gave a grating sigh. He flowered baleful lyrics at the four bowls of ice cream in front of him in varying flavors that were not sea salt, and kneaded his forehead.
"Dammit, ship, I'm an assassin, not a dessert chef," he grumbled under his breath, and then gestured vaguely with his hand. "Okay, it's ice cream," he said, "but the flavor is sea salt. But it's not just sea salt, that was way too salty!"
He pushed aside the bowl of ice cream that had definitely only been made with salt, making a face.
"It's sweet, too!" he insisted. "And it's blue, not purple!"
he pushed aside the bowl of salty blueberry sorbet that he was sorry he had even dared to taste. Another bowl of ice cream shimmered into existence, this time a bright neon blue, and Axel let his head thunk against the front panel of the machine.
"Why is this so hard?" he whined.
Anyone brave enough to give him a hand?
Anywhere
[Literally anywhere you want.]
There was a whooshing sound, and then a bloom of black and silver smoke erupted into the air, a great gaping maw of purple and indigo opening up behind it.
Axel stepped out of the portal and dusted his sleeves off. The Corridors of Darkness were behaving a bit strangely: they wouldn't take him home, and every time he tried to go to some world he knew, he wound up somewhere else on this blasted broken spaceship.
"The hell am I now?" he asked wearily, and then glanced up when he saw he wasn't alone.
Room 4G; locked to The Doctor
He had figured he wouldn't have the room to himself forever, given how many beds there were. Pity, sleeping was going to be difficult with roommates (though he supposed no more difficult than it usually was anyway). Sprawled out on the top bunk, Axel stared at the ceiling, then rolled over when he heard the telltale sound of the door sliding open.
Oho, time to see who the new roommate was.