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-steps out to settle alongside Funk. He carries a heafty bag on his back, and a smaller one on his hip, the weight of both making him lean ever so slightly to compensate. He looks out across what stretch of land he could see, then turns his attention to Funk-
... You don't expect me to do any manual labor, do you? |
Only if you want to Galla. I didn't realize that you joined the crew. What did you sign up as?
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explosives expert sounds fine :P
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may asami join the crew?
//doesnt know how to ask so ill be blunt |
I'm surprised you need to ask. -tips hat, then taps a finger against the cross mark on it- I am, and only will ever be, your one and only resident doctor. Someone has to take care of you folks.
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I see. Well Dr. Gallagher. I'm glad to see you here.
Asami, you wish to join, up. Well then welcome aboard. We have to dig a mile deep to the basin of water about as big as the indian ocean. We need everone we can, so what are you good at? |
im good at... being cute? C:
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...okay then...(very unusaul)..how's your cooking skills?
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i dont think i want to go near that syringe O_O
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im great at cooking c:
also collecting c: <3 |
I see...Then since there isn't one listed, you shall be dubbed the "rations director" in charge of both the crew of chefs and foraging food.
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*starts out of the ship, then loses her balance and tumbles forward* '
ehehe....im not one for hard physical work, though after a few weeks i'll start getting fit again. Did I hear cooking skills? I can help the cook?' |
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We already have a Rations Director, but you may be head chef if you'd like, Lost...
@Ashy. I trust gallagher with my life. I trust that you might be able to do the same, will you? |
c: okay so how many rations are we trying to get B|
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At least enough to get us through a say without relying on reserves, but I guess more is merrier, no?
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