Glenn is utterly failing to realise this... or he honestly doesn't give a living shit.
He just stands up and wanders to the Game Room.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.No clue, but I can cook.
[heads towards the freezer, pressing his head up against the glass]
Oh, we got meat. That's good. Otherwise, I'd just eat PB-and-J at every meal.
...and I think I see ice cream, but I'll keep that from the others for now. 'Cause, y'know, moderation and all.
[goes to the pantries]
My, my! We're stocked! If there's one thing these ships can do, it's good stockage!
Unfortunately, I don't think we have an erin analogue here to subconsciously restock when we're running low, so we'll need to watch for that.
"you dont need any cooking skills out in space," says bRuH, following them into the kitchen.
"all the food is freeze-dried. eating earth food out in space is dangerous, after all. you could get crumbs in places you really dont want them"
i think i mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart*The someone flinches, turning to face... erm... Ghost Elm.*
"...Hi."
*He quickly hides his arm under the clothing he's wearing.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.

Ohh... Neither have I... Shit... Oh well, not much we can do about it right now. We need to find out how the ship works first...