cape_kore | Dean Winchester | 005

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Dean Winchester | 005 | Day 90

Evening, Cape Kore. Sleep well? [ He's doing his creeper grin and spooky voice and making fun of the dream thing, which seems to have stopped for the moment, but that doesn't mean it still doesn't severely irritate him that he never could get a handle on whatever was going on. ]

Thought you should know that now that we have all this free time, what with not skipping around each other's dreams or that weird city that wasn't actually made out of candy [ bummer ], you can go check out the diner. The project's wrapped. Everyone did a hell of a job, even sleep deprived, so thanks.

Hunting/Fishing? Farming? You wanna tap someone or a couple someones to set up some communal cooking? Figure it makes sense to put all our eggs in one basket in this case. [ Ha. ]

Private to Kenzi:
You shoot your eye out yet, kid? [ He's smiling though. ] I'd step up, but kinda got my hands full with the other two. You get any other bites?

[ OOC: prime party time?? Dean's not an event planner, so if anyone wants in on this party train... ]

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[ Oh hey, Dean. Ned's been avoiding talking to you or encountering you in any way for... let's just say a long time, but needs must. ]

I'm willing to be one of those someones who cooks, and I can do my best to coordinate with anyone else who is qualified. I think the biggest issue isn't going to be finding volunteers, it's going to be convincing people to pool their supplies.

[ Because food scarcity means paranoia means hoarding, and Ned's not really intimidating enough to badger people into sharing for the common good. Maybe Dean will have more success? ]

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Not yet! I'm aiming for yours. [And it's not a BB gun, Dean.] Don't worry about it, I got some back up. But honestly? For the most part it's like people don't care about stuffing food in their face, what the hell is up with that?

Did you finish my bench?

You realise having the diner up and running doesn't mean someone if going to provide you with an endless supply of burgers, right?

I can cook.

[Only the fact that she feels bad about what happened, plus her need to help the community has her speaking up. Otherwise, she'd leave the hunter to starve.]

Cooking's easy. Stop by for dinner tonight. We're havin' venison steak.

[Ellen went hunting.]

We're never talking about that. [ Other than invading other peoples dreams being just wrong, as curious as she could be about what the hell she walked in to she's not going to ask. She doesn't really want to know, not with the kind of horrors she guesses could be involved. She'd rather not talk about nightmares at all for, well, ever ]

Does it have wifi?

[ ha ha ha ha see dean. she can joke about this. kind of. ]

[This isn't going to be a helpful response; he can't cook, he's still pretty lost on the whole farming thing even if he did join the club, and he doesn't know anyone around here well enough to know if any of them can cook. He's just curious. So, you get an only slightly clueless looking baby angel staring at you through the feed, Dean.]

A diner is an establishment where people go to eat, correct?

[Totally unhelpful. But he knows unfortunately little about human things, okay? He just wants to make sure he's got his terminology right.]

If you need a hand in the kitchen, I might be able to lend one.

[She learned from Ellen, after all. Things have been a little tense, but she's trying.]

Might as well make myself useful, right?

You don't want me anywhere near a kitchen, darling, trust me.

[She's been glad to offer the help on fixing up the place, though. It's something to do. A sense of accomplishment is important when you're... well, essentially trapped.]

But I can help fish, if more help on that front is ever needed.

I wouldn't necessarily mind lending a hand with the cooking. [There is a tone in her voice that implies she's quite excellent at it.] Although my specialties lie in vegan and vegetarian cuisine, I've lived with a few carnivores in the past.

[It's not something she wants to get into, however.]

In regard to divvying up food, you could always have some sort of agreement that if you come to the diner and if you allow someone to cook for you, you will surrender your foodstuffs to the people who work there under the implication that you will get your fair share.

I can cook, as long as people aren't expecting like 3 star Michelin quality.

[ God, Erik loves that creeper voic--no he doesn't. Hi, Dean! ]

I'll talk to Ned about a cooking rotor, since you've turned up all the volunteers you could want.

What if you've never had to practise any of these skills but you'd still rather like to survive in a place like this? Is there anyone around here who's interested in teaching?

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