re_alignment_logs | we're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs

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we're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs

Who: Captain Marvelous and Don
What: Loot sorting and minor ship repairs, or: Marvelous gets used to having a crew again.
Where: Gokai Galleon
When: Now-ish
Warnings: Marvelous being a tool, by which I mean business as usual.

Marvelous has taken advantage of the recent upheaval in the Junk Pile by everybody looking around for outfits or whatever, and he returns to the ship after an afternoon digging around with anything that looked like it was food or mechanical. Doc could get the weirdest uses out of stuff, after all.

He tosses his coat up on the coat rack after he rounds the top of the stairs to the bridge, and--after plucking an apple out of the bowl on the table--he settles with a fwump into his chair, dropping the sack of stuff at his feet.

"Doc," he calls, mouth full of fruit, "you here?"

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Don wonders for a moment exactly how the Lambda works. He sounds tentative as he asks, "Did you ever see anything familiar? Like that instrument? Stuff we probably couldn't find anymore?" The idea that being here could allow him the chance to have one of his own planet's nostalgic and now pretty much eliminated foods... Well it helps to make the whole thing worthwhile.

"A Ranger Key and some chicken, around Christmas, barbecue sauce, and one time we found a whole pack of socks," he says, covering the basics. "Depends on what you're thinkin' about, I guess. Sometimes stuff comes up that people get all crazy over." Even, of course, putting aside his own reaction to finding the Ranger Key kept safe in his coat pocket next to the Gokaiger Key.

"A Ranger Key!?" he gasps, "Which one?" The idea that somewhere, someone was deprived of their ranger powers is set aside, because wow do they need at least a little bit of an edge here. Zangyack would have been tough, but this place is a tough they're not ready for.

"That's really useful. I wonder if we could get enough to fire the gun." That they could no longer fire the Gokai Galleon Buster was something that was at the forefront of his mind. Not that they'd needed it so far, but he was really proud of his gun.

Marvelous's mouth quirks as he reaches into his vest pocket. He pulls up the red-and-white Dairanger Key for DragonRanger. "Dairanger," he says, wiggling it. "Only the one, though, around Christmas, like I said."

He makes a thoughtful noise when Don mentions the Galleon Buster. "It'd be nice," he says, "dunno how nice the Lambda's gonna be about it."

He looks admiringly at it, "Nice. Yeah, OK, I won't expect anything super great from the junk pile..." Still, he thinks to himself, might be a good idea to spend some time there.

He shrugs. "Well, I guess we can still fire it, just not at its most powerful." He ducks back into the kitchen to throw oil on the pan and get cooking. He has that look in his eye like he's gonna get into a groove, and he only hesitates the smallest amount to try to figure out how Marvelous has reorganized (or disorganized) his spices and seasonings.

"Hopefully the bird can start bein' useful if we're gonna get somethin' nice like a pack of Ranger Keys." He turns his head to look pointedly at Navi, who huffs. This is a conversation they've clearly had before.

"If it doesn't do the whole job, Doc, it's gonna be a problem if we need it," he points out. The gun was an excellent addition to their arsenal, especially with heavy hitters like the guys around here. If they could just collect two more Keys...

"Oh yeah, I guess if there was something for us in that pile, she might be able to tell us, huh." He murmurs, hands moving around. He pauses, reaching for a bottle of soy sauce and putting a splash in the pan. The chicken is simmering now, he puts a top over it and goes to chop the cabbage.

"Mmh," he says, distractedly, "Just have to skip right to fighting with the ship until we get them."

"Well, otherwise why'm I keeping her?" Marvelous asks, and there's some loud cursing when she takes offense to that with her beak to his head.

He rubs at it. "Yeah," he admits, "which isn't exactly a bad plan, since it makes us the biggest guys around." Which is, in fact, actually really nice, for his ego and his sense of safety both. Too bad they had to be careful of breakages--he thinks it's likely materials for repairs would go straight to the guys with minds of their own, before his beloved ship.

He laughs. "Don't mind him, Navi, there are some people on this ship who appreciate you." He turns the chicken in the pan, sprinkling just a bit of sugar over it. Gai's not here, but his particular little artful touches with food are something Don has learned by heart by now.

"Until you wreck up the ship doing something reckless..." He mutters, thinking about those centipedes.

"Yeah, some people don't care about results," he adds, eyeing her.

Marvelous can't actually hear Don muttering to himself, but he knows his crew as well he knows himself, so he's got an idea what that silence means.

"What're you sayin' back there?" he grouses. "Did okay without you here, y'know."

"Yeah, you did fine! The ship, on the other hand..." he responds, cheekily.

"Ship came out all right, what the hell're you talkin' about?" Marvelous answers, "left leg struts were damaged before I got here, remember?" Budgeting, parts, et cetera. "And fightin' centipedes had to be done."

He ducks his head out of the kitchen, gesturing with cooking chopsticks. "Yeah, but that's just the damage you could see! Power output was screwed up on the right side because of your overcompensating for the damage, and when I got here we were a week or less from starting to list! I don't really want anyone touching the Galleon either, but you shoulda had someone look at it!"

Marvelous parrots Don's little diatribe, because he's already heard it a couple of times already. "And I told you, I wasn't goin' to somebody I didn't know to look at my damn ship. Swappin' the fuel system was enough of a pain."

He does feel bad about letting the ship get that bad--he wasn't exactly Mr. Engineering, or anything, but he knew how the outputs were supposed to look, and they hadn't been. He just didn't feel great about asking for that kind of work for free.

He narrows his eyes, annoyed at the mocking imitation. "Yeah, yeah. You're just lucky I showed up when I did, or you'd be camping out in the hull sideways and all my pots and pans would be messed up." He sighs, ducking back into the kitchen to continue to turn the chicken in the pan.

He spoons the sauce over the drumsticks carefully, calling, "Well, I got to the important stuff before the ship went aground, at least." He can't help but be a little grumbly. It's Marvelous' ship, sure. But it's his ship too.

"Well, good for us both, you're here," he answers, which is as close as Don will get to appropriate gratitude at any point ever. Good for a certain value of good, anyway. As good as things got, around here.

He notices Don's grumbling, of course, and huffs to himself more defensively than the rest of his attitude would imply, but otherwise says nothing. The chicken has his mood perking up, anyway.

He's aware that Marvelous' sarcasm sometimes covers more soft, genuine feelings. So he takes it at face value, and feels a little better about the whole situation. I mean, it's obvious to him that the crew's been missed and he's taking the brunt of that. So he lays off. For now. If he doesn't make a stink about the condition of the ship from time to time, Marvelous would get suspicious anyway.

The chicken needs a little more sear, in his opinion, but he moves it to the side of the pan to cook the cabbage alongside. It's one of his sure-fire tricks for getting the crew to eat vegetables... Make them taste a little bit like meat. "It's almost ready, by the way!" he calls. "You want to set the table?" The answer, undoubtedly, will be no.

Don was correct that Marvelous didn't think the Doc was the Doc without a bunch of complaining, often about things Marvelous was directly responsible for. Laws of the universe and of their crew, et cetera.

The smell is wafting onto the bridge by now, and Marvelous pauses to suck in a breath, relishing it. Then Don's question gets to him, and his only response is to laugh. "No," he calls back, after a minute.

He brings out a couple plates and two sets of silverware as well as some cups. "I thought you'd say that," he grumbles. He misses Ahim and Gai even more.

He sets the table and sighs, "All right. See if I make you chicken again for a couple weeks."

Marvelous slides forward his chair, eyeing the table with approval. "You'll have to, or it'll get freezer-burned," he points out, which might be totally false but it's not like he cares.

He rolls his eyes, "You'll be begging me for chicken before this gets even a touch of freezer-burn." But he hustles back into the kitchen to plate anyway. There's a bit of simple seaweed and daikon salad in a bowl that he'd been waiting to spring on Marvelous.

He brings out the chicken, cabbage, and salad very, very carefully, and sets them on the table. "Dinner is served!" he chimes triumphantly, more from the fact that he managed to set the food down without spilling any than anything.

"I don't beg," he answers, looking away resolutely. He's actually half-out of his chair already by the time Don gets to the table, following either the scent of food or the concern that Don was going to somehow trip over a chair leg.

Thankfully they can both relax, and he reaches to the plate of chicken in order to pluck a single piece up and toss it in his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, and nods approvingly before he moves around Don and settles himself down at the head of the table.

"Then let's get to it," he says, already loading up his plate with no concern for Don.

He sighs, "Of course you don't, Captain." He says as he sits down. He smiles, anyway, watching Marvelous so eager to eat his cooking. He makes absolutely sure Marvelous gets some vegetables on his plate before he serves himself, and then he makes sure to rescue a couple of thighs and legs from Marvelous' grasping hands.

He tastes, and it's almost like it would have been if Gai was here. But not quite. Still, good enough.

Marvelous doesn't actually hate vegetables as much as he claims to--mostly he just keeps a high level of complaints in order to discourage more vegetable appearances. He'd grown up eating whatever was around, and it's not a habit he's ever gotten out of. Not that he particularly wanted to get out of it.

He's got a mouth full of food when he speaks, again. "'s good," he compliments.

That's basically all he usually gets as payment for his services, and it took him kind of a long time to realize that it was all he really wanted. A little compliment from Marvelous went a long way, in the end. He eats the chicken first, a habit that started when he joined the crew and people got grabby.

"Thanks," he responds, trying to be just as gruff as Marvelous, but he can't keep a little smirk from his lips. Engineering was his job, but cooking... Well that was his passion, at least a little.

Marvelous is in full food-mode by now, which means the only importance of Don is as an obstacle to More Chicken. He's kind of shoveling a little of everything into his mouth all at once, though. Proper Don cooking was not to be wasted. Even on Don's plate, which means he's keeping an eye on all of that chicken.

With two of them, it's a little easier to divide up the chicken, which is why Don made sure to cook double what he would want to eat plus one, knowing even then that he might get shorted on chicken.

He tries to get to his part of the chicken before Marvelous at least, but he can only eat so fast.

Marvelous, to his credit, only steals one more piece of chicken than Don had banked on, as he's actually enjoying the salad thing. Not that he'd admit it aloud, but half the mound on his plate is gone, which speaks volumes.

"You even hungry?" he asks, through a mouthful of food.

He gives Marvelous a reproachful look, "Not everyone eats like you, Marvelous." He waves his hands. "And if you're so concerned, you could try not eating it all before I can get to it!"

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