[OOC: Alamber is a di'Tayken, not human. I've a quick primer on his species here]
[B. Job GT0106 Cooking]
[Alamber is admiring himself in a mirror, and making minor adjustments to how his apron sits, his bright blue hair flicking back and forth as he primps and preens. Finally he turns to the other people in the kitchen.]
I'm more of a hacker than a cook, but lets see if we can't... impress some customers, eh? [Said with a heavy load of innuendo, especially on the word 'impress']
I do know some fun things to do with food. [None of which probably involve cooking it.]
[C]
Y'know there's a reason all the sentient races in both the Confederation and the Primacy hate telepaths right? Not that there's anything up here in this beautiful head that I wouldn't be willing to share with any of you lovely people. Or anything in this beautiful body either if you catch my drift. Don't be nervous or shy, I just want to get to know everyone. In any and all ways you might be comfortable with.
[F2]
[Alamber is no stranger to recklessness, but he's also been a Warden for enough years under Torin's influence that he knows the difference between acceptable recklessness (the kind Torin indulges in) and recklessness that is going to get other people killed. This seems like more of the latter, so he's thrown in with the Enforcers, trying to talk people out of joining up with this craziness]
No need t'be throwing your life away there, friend. [His smile is warm and almost all the light receptors in his eyes are closed, leaving his eyes a bright blue that matches his hair.] I hear the game's fun and all, but that's no reason to go getting yourself hurt.
Alamber di'Cikeys | Peacekeepers
[B. Job GT0106 Cooking]
[Alamber is admiring himself in a mirror, and making minor adjustments to how his apron sits, his bright blue hair flicking back and forth as he primps and preens. Finally he turns to the other people in the kitchen.]
I'm more of a hacker than a cook, but lets see if we can't... impress some customers, eh? [Said with a heavy load of innuendo, especially on the word 'impress']
I do know some fun things to do with food. [None of which probably involve cooking it.]
[C]
Y'know there's a reason all the sentient races in both the Confederation and the Primacy hate telepaths right? Not that there's anything up here in this beautiful head that I wouldn't be willing to share with any of you lovely people. Or anything in this beautiful body either if you catch my drift. Don't be nervous or shy, I just want to get to know everyone. In any and all ways you might be comfortable with.
[F2]
[Alamber is no stranger to recklessness, but he's also been a Warden for enough years under Torin's influence that he knows the difference between acceptable recklessness (the kind Torin indulges in) and recklessness that is going to get other people killed. This seems like more of the latter, so he's thrown in with the Enforcers, trying to talk people out of joining up with this craziness]
No need t'be throwing your life away there, friend. [His smile is warm and almost all the light receptors in his eyes are closed, leaving his eyes a bright blue that matches his hair.] I hear the game's fun and all, but that's no reason to go getting yourself hurt.