3rd Attack . voice, spam

[inhell]

[ spam - kitchen/breakfast ]

[ She's on the breakfast shift now. Expect Vegemite, thick slabs of bacon, fried tomatoes, and muesli. Also a somewhat eerie blank expression - work like this is really good for letting her turn off her mind. ]

[ voice ]

It was me. Um. The kitchen.

I don't know if anyone was caught in the explosion. Or if the people around were OK.

..well. Most of you I wouldn't care much.

[ One of Ellie's main skills is not apologizing.

After a moment, she cuts the feed. ]

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[myresponsibility]

Well, full points for honesty. Are you okay?

[spam]

[routemistress]

[Without her bus and its little kitchen, Iris is turning up for meals in the mess hall; almost a first in her year on the Barge. She disdains to notice the existence of such a thing as muesli, debates the fried tomatoes briefly before moving past them, and alights with great enthusiasm on the bacon, which she assembles into thick-cut sandwiches with fried eggs, dripping with butter, yolk and bacon grease.]

Morning Ellie love. Got any brown sauce?

[themissingpiece]

You blew up the kitchen? But it's back now, right? [Kitchen: more important than apologies, even bad ones. ]

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

It was kind of impressive, actually.