Log:Domino's Detention: Day 3, Food for Thought

Domino's Detention: DAY 3, Food for Thought

OOC Date: April 24, 2020
Location: Chandrila system
Participants: Domino Graystorm, Ambrosia Greystorm

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

• Ka-Chunk*

The blastdoor unlocks and slides apart to allow lunch service entry. This meal comes with a spicy one-up of flavor though, because it's Granny Grump who's carrying the goods. There's a small cup of tea, steaming with all sorts of nutritional additives and immune boosters, and a multi-layered sandwich. Bean paste, some leafy sprigs, a cut of nerf cheese and slice of meat. Topped with more bean paste.

"They went a little heavy on the paste." She acknowledges this as she offers it up and out, standing in the center of the room.

[Domino]

Domino is pacing her cell restlessly when Amber arrives. She backs up as the woman approaches, large hazel eyes wary and slightly feral-like a feral cat that's stuck in a humane trap. She dips her chin, "You can set it down. Or enjoy it. I'm not hungry."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"As you wish," Ambrosia shrugs and steps the tray over to the nearest bunk where she deposits the cup, napkin, and sandwich atop said napkin. She keeps the tray. "I'm not going to forcefeed you. It /would/ break the monotony of your exercise routine, though." A small smile perches on lips and she nods to the food. "The chewing. Or painting. A little dab of the paste goes a long way."

[Domino]

Domino cocks an eyebrow "I'm unlikely to starve, it'll be fine." she peers at Amber and chews her bottom lip "Seriously though, I thought you were someone important. How'd you get stuck with Prisoner intake, monitor, and feeding?" She head tiilllts, "Piss off someone? Or maybe...just natural decline of your golden years?"

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Maybe I prefer a hands-on approach to my work. I was never amicable to the desk jockey lifestyle, so until the paddock is closed, I will roam the pasture as I see fit. This," Amber parts her hands and lifts them upward with a look around, "breaks the monotony of /my/ exercise routine. Unless you preferred yesterday's company, I'm sure Sgt Black would be obliging enough to come bend your ear a second time."

[Domino]

Domino snort chortles, "Sure. I'll give him a shopping list and ask for his banking account PIN. Send him in." She retorts crossing her arms " An I reckon the babyfaced Jedi's lil tirade was to let us know, that you know, that we know...?" he shakes her head "Really. Probably ought to let someone finish puberty before they put on the robes."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

Ambrosia narrows her eyes, surveying Dom without a shred of the former pleasentness. "Did you now? Well. S'pose his loose lips weren't such a shock to your system then. Which is good...I'd hate to imagine you losing sleep o'er it."

Like Amber probably has...

[Domino]

Domino rolls her eyes, "You want to know what I do? I'm a security expert. I am professionally paranoid-and since my element is the absolutely most opportunistic scum of society I know nearly every way to screw someone. You didn't HONESTLY think that standard operating procedure for a man with /almost/ a half a million credit bounty on his head isn't to just assume everyone knows every dirty lil secret? YOU ALL may put baby faced teenagers in robes and consider them professionals but rest assured that Malik Ren has zero tolerance for ineptitude and a keen eye for talent. If there's a point zero seven five chance of something? It's been planned for." She leans against the wall or bars of her cell, "I like you, Grannystorm. I know you hate me..." she grins a bit "An that makes me happy, but I like you. Maybe you ought to just...retire. Leave the slackjaw idiots to their idiocy and do something just for you."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

Something just for me...

You can see what that something is, reflected in the predatory quality of Greystorm's altered stare. Arms folded in thought. The lean on hip relaxing ao she may take a step forward.

"I think we've just had a breakthrough," she mmmms. And picks up the sandwich. Thieves the cheese. Drops the rest back to napkin with a moistened 'plop'. "You and I are in agreement. Open honesty. Ren's zero tolerance policy, yes? Keen eye for talent..." She takes a bite of the cheese, wags the remaining slice in emphasis. "Paranoia, planning...yeah. It /has/ been planned for."

One more undainty bite and the cheese is history. All that fatty goodness. Watch it and weep, medical. She slurps her fingers clean and points one Dom's way. "I've been hearin' that advice a lot lately, from all of Kael's cousins. They've all put their little spin on it but the common denomenator was "Ma, you're not as young as you used to be..."" She snorts a note of derision, wipes hand on pantsleg. "Thank goodness for that. But much as none of you can understand it....this IS for me. Right here in the thick of it."

Like that cheese wedge stuck between blankets of bean dip. Did she just use food as a metaphor? Maybe. Maybe she's legit hungry, the healthfood diets suck.

"I'll be back with my decision." About what? She doesn't say.

[Domino]

Domino shrugs, "Monitor, trace, if someone blabs find it, find who they know, and listen. I'm sure you know the drill." she wrinkles her nose and watches Amber eat the food, somehow the act of Amber proving that it's edible further disgusts Dom, "Fine, fine, was just a thought. Most masochists don't wander around looking perpetually constipated but given your age..." she purses her lips, "Well maybe you don't hate your life maybe you just really are constipated."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

A smirk, gold'n'gray wisps bobbing about her indecisive nod. The General motions for the guards to unlock the cell and she looks to Dom one last time.

"Maybe it's all the cheese."

And out she goes, no less perturbed but significantly less hungry. For good reason, this time.