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Post by Vasch on Sept 12, 2012 2:27:42 GMT -5
All morning Vasch had been in the kitchen, making chocolates and then sneaking them back to his room. It wasn’t that he was doing anything untoward with those chocolates; it was just that he had a reputation to uphold. Though he was very proud of his handy work when it came to said chocolates, he wasn’t about to let it ruin his tough reputation. After all, there didn’t seem to be many weapons specialists who had a confectionery past time and Vasch knew too many of those. Yet, now that every single sheet pan that was in the kitchen had some kind of chocolate on it and after all of the chocolates had been nicely decorated…Vasch was bored. There didn’t seem to be anything to do. He’d walked around the ship three times already and since he wasn’t really on friend terms with anyone on the ship, there was really no one to keep him entertained.
So, as usual, he’d retreated to the weapon’s room, though he left the door wide open for once, almost begging for someone to come and bother him. Boxes of guns were stacked all throughout the room and a metal table ran the length of one of the walls. It was Vasch’s work table, and it had plans and parts scattered all about it in no particular order. Vasch flopped down into his comfy rolling chair with a sigh.
He was so bored.
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