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[redshirted]

Hey, anyone know where I can get a good meal 'round here? Cafeteria's great, don't get me wrong but I've been living off rations for the past week. [Ian starts pulling MRE wrappers out of his pockets and holding them up for the video] They sorta get old quickly, you know?

Anyway, I'd kill for a decent meal, [Ian pats his stomach and tries to look pathetic and starved. Maybe someone will take pity on him and cook for him.] if anyone's offering. I'll make it up to you somehow.

[Ian leans in like he's ready to stop the video and then stops like he suddenly remembered something.]

Oh and by the way--! I'll be replacing all of the locks on the storage rooms, so they can be unlocked from the interior. For, erm, safety concerns.

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[redshirted]

...There was a stockpile of them.

[No, Ian, that's not an answer.]

[raced_god]

Where...was there a stockpile of them.

[redshirted]

In the utility _closet...

[raced_god]

Did you lock yourself in the closet.

[redshirted]

Someone locked it from the outside while I was in there.

[There is a difference and it is important to Ian.]

[raced_god]

So you were stuck in a closet.

[It happens, bro.]

[redshirted]

...yeah.

[raced_god]

You didn't call anyone?

[redshirted]

My phone ran out of battery.

[But he did beat his high score in Snake first, though, so there's that.]

[raced_god]

That's unlucky.

[redshirted]

Yeah.

[A beat.]

So what are you and Samus doing for dinner tonight...

[raced_god]

I don't know yet. Do you want to come over?

[IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU WANT TO COME OVER]

[redshirted]

[HE KIND OF WANTS TO COME OVER.]

If you guys don't mind.

[icequeen_aran]

You know where to find us.

[raced_god]

What are you in the mood for?

[redshirted]

Nah, I'm not picky. Something that doesn't require re-hydration.

[raced_god]

No space food if we're not in space. That's a promise.

[redshirted]

Much appreciated.