Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Mess Hall

Posted by Ensign Issac Forgrave (Security Officer) in Mess Hall

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Mess Hall
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not a bad billet Stores thaught as he tried yet another iteration of coffee ala Forgraves. “ The problem with replicator recipes is most simply dont have enugh culinary drift” Stores had found him self indulging in his replicator hobby hoping to make a brew that would fool Issac. So far he had replicated and experimented with different beans, grinds, water mineral content and brew methods. “One must do more than enter a generic algorithm to approximate drift one must insure each ingredient exhibits variance”. Sniffing the replicated watch cup, with his eyes close. Then siping the coffee and holding it in his mouth like a wine taster. “ ah, that should do it” * just have to run it for a few weeks to make sure nothing sckunky comes up*
As Stores enjoys his work, his computer terminal chimes. “ ah, my Kentucky style moonshine samples…”

Clinton “Stores” Reed.

OOC: Thought that was an interesting hook; hope you don’t mind if I pick it up again. I’ve got it in my head that this might continue a few weeks later, in the mess hall one morning. It being a public area, others would be welcome to join in, of course.

IC:
Wandering into the mess hall that morning, Issac filled his plate and eyed up the open seats. Seeing a familiar face, he smiled and ambled over to join Stores.

“Morning, Stores. Ya doin’ alright lately?” Taking a seat, he set his plate and thermos down on the table, before pouring himself a mug of coffee.

“Now, rumor says you been working on getting something a bit better than the standard coffee out of the replicators lately. You had any luck, or should I brew some more for ya? Issac had a twinkle in his eye, contrasting slightly with the earnest, helpful expression he wore.

Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security

OOC,
not at all. I posted it as a bit of character background, if it becomes a hook it’s great.
IC,
Stores looking up, and a grin spreading across is face wile he lounges back in is chair. “I have in deed, my young freind! It’s under “Issac’s brew”. Might not be perfect but it should been the stock recipe and I would love your opinion.” Leaning forward to retrieve his seemingly ever present watch cup and taking it in both hands and positioning it under his nose wile Forgrave went to fetch himself a cup.
OCC,
I plan a few more exposays to help flesh him out and provide more hooks.

Clinton “Reed” Reed, Supercargo

OOC: Hope you don’t mind me barging in… ;) – Joana

IC:
The words reached her ears as Manning was walking back toward the doors. With a quick glance around she spotted the two officers in conversation, and slowly moved closer to their table. They were an unusual pair, to say the least. Of course, she had heard the whispers about the new Ensigns, but she had not yet had the chance to meet them. Command’s decisions were Command’s decisions, and she wasn’t used to question them.

“Why replicate coffee when you can have tea?” The voice carried a strong British accent that would make it obvious to most members of the crew who its owner was. “It’s much healthier, much tastier, and it really only needs water. I have a few spare cases of English Breakfast if you care to try…” The last sentence had a clear sarcastic undertone, but it was not immediately obvious whether the XO was joking or being serious.

Cmdr. Manning, XO

OOC,
Dear lady you are welcome, as is anyone else who cares to join in!

IC,
Stores looks up to see who the new arrival is, and recognizing the XO from her picture in the Dresden’s “bio” he cracked a big grin and pushes away fron the table to stand up. “Well hello X, good to make your acquaintance” sticking out his hand” Mr, Forgrave is from a place called Kentucky, and those folks are still holding a grudge over tea taxes” Stores face shifts from his shit eating grin to a wry smile and a wink. “ My self I am not predudice when it comes to my alkaloid stimulents”

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

“Issac’s Brew.” As Forgrave spoke the request into the replicator, he wondered what to expect. ‘Stores’ had certainly seemed to know his way around a ship, and no reason to expect that wouldn’t lead into replicators too. Well, it Smells damn good… Issac wasn’t a connoisseur by any means, but he had spent the last 15 or so years brewing coffee the old-fashioned way. Replicated coffee wasn’t bad per say, but it was distinct - every cup of it tasted the same; and he thought it had a slightly… shallow flavor. Issac would say similar things about most replicated foods, but he’d admit having trouble differentiating some items.

Figuring it would be appropriate to taste-test it in front of it’s creator, he carried the steaming mug back to the table, arriving in time to see the XO was present, and to catch ‘Stores’ mentioning Kentucky.

“Mornin’ Ma’am.” Issac nodded politely in greeting; setting down his mug before extending his hand to the XO. “Uh, please feel free to join us if you’d care to. Though Stores is right - I might have to pass on that offer of tea; I fear my ancestors may haunt me if I accept any from ya. Way I heard it, there was a big to-do over the whole thing, threw a bunch in the ocean some… oh I reckon about six centuries ago.” Issac tried to maintain a straight face at this statement, but quickly gave in to let a large toothy smile cross his face, complete with a short laugh.

“And Kentucky, Stores? I am hurt by your baseless accusations, sir. I am from the good state of North Carolina, but I suppose it’s hard to expect a Boomer to be all that familiar with Terra’s geography. Lucky for you, this coffee you engineered smells too good to let that ruin my day.” Issac closed his eyes, taking an exaggerated sniff of the fresh mug. “Yep, I think you’ve earned some forgiveness.”

Issac took a sip of the dark, fragrant liquid. Immediately obvious was the fact that this was NOT standard replicator coffee. He took another sip. Damn, but this is good coffee… Matter of fact, if I hadn’t gotten it myself, I’d have put money down on this being fresh brewed. Damn!

Issac set the mug down, willing his face to stay neutral. He paused, and looked at the older man. “Well, Issac’s Brew may be a success. That’s damn fine coffee right there, make no mistake! I’d-a been hard pressed to… No, that ain’t quite right. I don’t think I could have guessed that came out of a replicator. Least, not with the one cup of it.” Issac leaned back in the seat, still with an impressed look on his face.

He nodded to himself, before looking around conspiratorially and leaning forwards again. “And maybe you already know this trick, but I’ll let you in on my secret, if you can call it that. Thing is, at least to me, all replicated coffee tastes the same; iffin’ ya order the same thing of course. Medium roast, black coffee’s my order. Every cup I’ve ever had out of a replicator tastes the same, and so I can tell immediately. If ya can throw some random variation in that program of yours, I bet you’d be real popular with the coffee-drinkers on the crew.”

Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security

“That my boy is called culinary drift” Stores Sid with a grin “ Most replicator recipes use a simple algorithm, if at all to acount for this. To do it right you have to acount for difrences in the ingredients, proportionately and individual cooking methods. It isnt perfect and one still has to keep the program to a reasonable size, but with some work it”s possible. “ stores leans forward conspiratorially “ and now that I have the basics, I can modify it to suit difrent tasts, say for Turkish coffee or expresso.” After a pause for dramatic effect, “ I have a slew of recipes I can upload, being that there isnt much else to do on cargo runs than tweet the replicators”

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo